Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(43)

“Stop being so difficult.” He takes hold of my wrists.

“Stop being a dick.”

“Say dick one more time, I dare you.” He growls in my ear, causing me to shiver.

“Dick, dick, dick,” I say over and over. Soon I feel his erection press against my ass.

“Do you have any idea how happy I am knowing that you are my muse? The girl I thought didn’t exist, that I thought I was going crazy over. I wanted you, Blair, I wanted you for years. Fuck, I wanted you when you were sixteen but knew I couldn’t.” He bites my neck, causing me to scream out in pleasure.

“But I was drawn to the voice, thinking I was dreaming of a muse who sings and touches my very soul. My very core. I wanted you both, but I knew I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t, but you make it so fucking difficult.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.

“You are my muse, the girl I wanted but could never have. And guess what?” He pauses, smelling my neck. “I want to be inside you. I want you to scream out my name.” With those last words I use my elbow and hit him in the stomach, making him step back, and I quickly open the door.

“See, even now you are just thinking of your dick. You don’t want me. You want the fantasy of me. The one you dreamed up,” I say to him. “Once you had me the novelty will wear off.”

“It won’t. I want you.” He approaches me, and I walk backward.

“No, you want a dream girl and I’m not her.”

He backs me against a wall.

“You are her. You’re the one I always wanted. You are stuck up here.” He taps the side of his head. “You have always been in there, even in my dream world.” His breathing comes in fast.





He stays there watching me, not saying a thing, but I feel like I’m being suffocated by this pull. I feel it surround me. I see his chest heaving up and down. I need to get away before he truly pulls me in.

I am about to open my mouth to tell him I’m leaving, when his mouth lands on mine, surprising me. I shouldn’t be letting him kiss me, but all I’m thinking about is that he is kissing me.

He is finally kissing me.

Years of wanting.

Of waiting.

I don’t move for about a second before I close my eyes and kiss him back with everything I have. I feel like I have just been drugged. I have never felt anything like this before. My whole body tingle with so much want and need.

Months of wanting, but never having, are finally catching up with us both. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, and when I hear him growl in the back of his throat, I groan into his mouth. He pushes me farther into the wall and I can feel his erection against me and I start grinding myself against him.

I am still angry at him, but with all this lust it’s making me crave this even more.

He glides his hands down until he reaches my ass and he bends and lifts me so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I continue to grind against him, trying to dull this ache that is building, but it makes it worse. I want him so badly. I am pulling his hair as he digs his fingers into me, causing me pain, but it feels so good.

But it’s not enough.

I need more.

I want more.

“Nate,” I breathe out.

He kisses me harder and I arch into him. He starts kissing my neck and jaw. I hear people moving about in the background. I know anyone can see us, but I am lost. I can feel this kiss right through my whole body. I place my hand to cover his dick over his jeans and start rubbing it, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck.” He bites my neck and I pant out his name again. I need him inside me. I don’t care about the consequences right now.

All I know is that I need his dick.

With fumbling hands, I unbutton his jeans when I hear someone clearing their throat and I turn my head, seeing my sister standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at us both with very angry eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Tegan shouts at us both.

Nate helps me down, and I look at the ground, completely embarrassed. What was I thinking?

Yeah, that’s right, I wasn’t thinking.

“Please don’t tell me you would have let him fuck you backstage? Where all your friends and the people we work with are only a few feet away and can see?”

I don’t lift my gaze from the ground.

“Tegan—” Nate starts, but he gets interrupted.

“Blair isn’t one of your whores. You can’t just fuck her anywhere that’s easier for you. Does she not deserve more class than this? Troy and Sam filled me in. So, you found your imaginary girl with a voice you can’t get out of your head?” She shakes her head. “What now? You are going to be an honest man and stay faithful to my little sister? Be her boyfriend?”

I look up a little at Nate and he avoids my eyes, looking only at Tegan.

“What happens now? You keep fucking her? Letting her sing for you? Then what?”

“Tegan—” He tries again, but she doesn’t let him talk.

“She is my little sister, Nate. My little sister. You know if you hurt her in any way this wouldn’t work out. I can’t be in a band who ends up breaking my sister’s heart.”

I look at her like she has four heads.

“Tegan, you don’t have to say this,” I plead with her.