Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (10 page)

"Mia?" Kayla said, sounding incredulous. “He knows your name?”

I blushed as I looked at my friend who I’d been less than honest with ever since we got to the concert. “Maybe?”

“Grant Thompson knows who you are? How does Grant Thompson know who you are?”

I blushed. I was in very real danger of melting into a puddle of hormones on the floor. Kayla was the one who was supposed to be acting like this. I was supposed to be immune to Grant’s superstar charms. Only it wasn’t really his superstar charms that grabbed me. No, it was a charming sexy guy sharing a quick conversation in a diner who got my attention.

Just my luck. An insanely hot guy acted interested in me and it happened to be the lead singer of a band I despised. It was like I’d made the world’s lamest deal with the devil or I’d made a wish on a curse monkey’s paw to fall in love with a famous rocker and this is what the universe dropped in my lap. Talk about a cosmic joke some higher power somewhere had to be playing on me!

Yeah, I was definitely melting. Figuratively and quite literally down between my legs where a flush of arousal and a dampness that hadn't come on so suddenly in a good long while was threatening to soak through my panties.

I didn't know what to say though. Earlier when we were chatting in the aforementioned diner the conversation flowed naturally because while he was hot I also assumed he was very gay. That meant I didn’t have any chance with him sexually and I could just be myself. Now as I stared at this hunk of muscled hotness I felt every inch a silly schoolgirl with a crush. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was tongue-tied. I wanted to kick my brain for betraying me like this!

I felt another elbow hit my side. Kayla who was looking at me with an irritated expression. She nodded towards Grant before she hissed. "What the hell are you doing? Grant Thompson is standing there looking excited to see you! Go get him!"

I shook my head and then I was back in control. I still felt weak in the knees, I still felt as though my legs were going to collapse out from under me at any moment, but at least I could try and put on a good show. Put up a front. Act like I was the confident woman I knew I was even if I felt like a giddy schoolgirl.

I tried to think of him as a hot gay guy again, but that didn’t really work because all I ended up concentrating on was how fucking hot he looked standing there with that easygoing grin plastered on his face as though he was so excited to see me.

That led me to wonder exactly why he was so excited. I’m sure a guy like Grant could pull any girl he wanted in any of the cities they visited, and now he was fixated on me. Was that because he was genuinely interested in me or because he was genuinely interested in a groupie experience that I definitely didn’t want to partake in even if I might be willing to take part in the Grant experience?

I just didn’t know. If I’d actually been a fan of the band like Kayla I might know more about their habits, but it’s not like I had time to talk with her what with the loud music and going straight backstage from our seats. I’d have to ask her once we got some time alone. If we got some time alone. I needed to know if this was real or if it was all part of the show.

"Uh, hi Grant?"

"I'm glad I caught you back here," he said. "I totally forgot those passes don’t let you back where the band is anymore!"

"Well I'm here. And I was hoping to get my friend Kayla back there to see the band, but we had a little problem…"

Grant looked at the security mountain. "What's the problem?"

"No problem if you say there's no problem Mr. Thompson," the mountain said, holding up his hands.

Grant grinned and smacked the guy on the shoulder. "No problem Dave. I know. Just doing your job. These two can come through. I’ll take care of it from here."

As Grant grinned and led us back where the magic happened I couldn’t help but feel a little like Cinderella walking into a fairytale of my very own. Sure it was a pop music fairytale with one of the most notorious bands of my generation, but with Grant looking the way he looked in that leather vest I'd take it. He reached out and I took his hand just like I had out on stage, only this time I found myself fervently hoping he didn't let go.

I mean I know he had to let go at some point, but you know what I mean.

I turned to Kayla and flashed a quick uncertain smile. She shook her head and had a huge grin on her face. The message was clear enough. If Grant Thompson takes your hand, whether or not you're strictly a fan of his music, you take it!

I’m sure she was encouraging me for her own selfish reasons too. If I was being led backstage by Grant Thompson then she was coming with me and there was the possibility she’d get to meet the other guys in the band.

Grant took us through the backstage area and introduced us to a couple of roadies. I figured that might be the end of our experience when I heard Kayla gasp. I glanced into the darkness, it was surprisingly difficult to see things back here since everything was only illuminated by LED lights clamped to metal supports.

The lead guitar player appeared out of the darkness. He was cute enough even if he didn’t hold a candle to Grant. As soon as he saw us he broke into a huge grin. Though it would be more fair to say the grin broke out as soon as he saw Kayla. He was eyefucking her pretty hard and she was enjoying every moment of it judging by the way she was giving as good as she got! I thought both of them might need a cigarette after they were done.

“Grant! Who are your friends?”

“Blake!” Grant said. He pulled the guy into a huge hug.

“Oh. My. God. Blake!” Kayla said. I didn’t know it was possible for her voice to go that high.

“None other than,” the guy, Blake, said. “And hello there little lady. What’s your name?”

“Kayla!”

Before I could react or say anything this Blake guy took Kayla’s arm in his own. He leaned in close. Said something that made her giggle. Then the two of them were walking off in the darkness as I stared in slack-jawed astonishment.

That was fast.

Grant followed them for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he shook his head and smiled. “Classic Blake. Hope your friend knows what she’s getting into.”

I looked at the retreating figure of Kayla and this Blake guy. She was laughing at something he was saying and seemed like she couldn’t be happier that one of the guys in the band was paying attention to her. I could’ve said something, but I decided not to. She was getting what she wanted.

“Kayla’s a big girl. She knows what she’s getting into,” I said.

She knew what she was getting into a hell of a lot better than I did considering she probably knew that Blake guy’s complete biography along with the name of his favorite hamster growing up and his favorite food.

“Fair enough,” Grant said.

“Right! So you were taking me on a tour?”

“Of course! Follow me my dear.”

Grant led me deeper backstage and I followed more than willingly, which is something I never thought I’d say about the lead singer of Twenty Promises, but now that I was here I figured I might as well enjoy the ride!

11: Luckiest Girl in the Arena

Grant led me closer to the front. Towards the stage. I felt my palms getting sweaty as we approached. I could see light from the arena on the other side. Out there were thousands of women who would kill to be where I was right now, and I had a feeling I was the one they’d be more than happy to kill.

Then again I hadn’t been ripped to shreds earlier when he pulled me up on stage so I suppose that was a plus.

The crowd was chanting. Grant pulled me over to get a quick look out on the stage proper. Far enough back that we couldn't be seen, but close enough that I could see the crowd. Women shrieking and screaming for the band to do another song even though it was obvious they were done. The lights were coming on overhead in the universal concert signal for “go home, nothing to see here.” That could have been me stuck out there worrying about the traffic I was going to have to sit through and dealing with ringing ears from music I didn’t care for. Only that wasn’t happening because I’d run into Grant and got backstage tickets.

Funny how life works out.

"All those women out there screaming for you," I said.

It was wild thinking about that. All those women wanted nothing more than to see Grant. Maybe get up close and personal. And here I was the one girl in the entire arena who didn’t even care for the band and I was the one back here with him. Like I said, funny how life works out.

Grant came up beside me and shrugged. "Occupational hazard."

He grinned as he looked down at me, and I saw him look me up and down . That quick look sent a thrill running through me. How could I have ever thought this guy was gay? There was no mistaking that look. Then again he had gone with that strange expectant look at the diner rather than jumping straight to the eye fucking that he was treating me to right now. If he’d opened with this in the diner instead of waiting for me to recognize him then things would have gone very differently.

Not necessarily in a good way either. I probably would’ve turned into a babbling incoherent mess even if I didn’t know who he was.

I felt something that made me jump even as it sent a thrill through me. Grant's arms snaked around me and his muscles pressed against my back. I closed my eyes as an involuntary shiver ran up and down my body. Damn he felt so damn good, and his body was still so very hot from being out onstage. The heat seemed to radiate off him in waves and it was causing a heat to rise between my legs in counterpoint to the feel of his body against me. Damn!

And this was the lead singer of a band I’d deliberately avoided for years doing this to me. It was like my body was committing the ultimate betrayal, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. There wasn’t anything I wanted to do about it. No, I wanted to stay like that with him pressed up against me and a crowd chanting his name in front of me forever. It was a quiet moment, but it was something that was going to stick with me for the rest of my life just as much as that moment on stage with him serenading me.

He did one better than just pressing against me though. His other arm wrapped around me and then his entire body was pressing against me. I froze, unsure of what to do. Unsure that this was actually happening. Sure there was the whole pop star thing he had going for him and that was nice and all, but more than anything I was just a woman with a hot guy pressing against her, not quite believing my luck.

Only the rock hard and sculpted muscles on his chest, his stomach, pressed against me were all too real. And then, holy shit, I felt something else that was rock hard pressing against me. Except it was pressing against my ass as he pulled me against him.

I felt a fire raging in my pussy where his cock was obviously connecting with my ass. Where he was grinding against me. Not even bothering to be subtle about it. And why should he bother to be subtle? This was Grant Thompson, we were backstage at a concert he'd just rocked judging by the women still screaming out there. He could have his pick of any girl out there and yet he was grinding against me.

I think that more than anything else was what did it for me. His status as the star of the show meant he could quite literally go out to any girl screaming in that crowd, a crowd probably filled with girls way hotter than me, and they’d come running at the snap of a finger. Maybe even at just a look. And yet despite having that power, despite having that choice, he was pulling me against him instead.

It defied explanation. I was nothing special. Not really. Yet here I was. I couldn’t deny what was happening when the rock hard evidence was right behind me!

I took in a quick breath, so quiet that I didn't think it could be heard over the roaring crowd outside, but he was close enough that he could feel it. He laughed a low laugh behind me. And he pressed against me even harder. To the point that he was practically dry humping me with the only thing preventing us from being seen by everyone out there was a few feet of scaffolding that hid the backstage area from the screaming throngs.

"You know I could have any girl I wanted out there," he said.

I shivered again. Was that a little egotistical? Sure, but from his tone he was just making a plain statement of fact. A plain statement of fact that I knew was absolutely true. And he was grinding against me for some reason.

I knew I was probably just one in a long string of girls he'd seduced this way over the years, but it felt so good. Only that thought brought up an even more confusing mix of emotions. What if this was just a show he was putting on? What if I was just another notch in his bedpost? What if this was a routine he used to dazzle girls at all his concerts and I was just the latest idiot to fall for it? It would be easy enough for him to use his position to pull something like this in every city on their tour and no girl would be the wiser.

Yet here I was practically throwing myself at him back here. Letting him grind against me and do what he wanted. Part of me wanted to shove him away and slap him for treating me no better than a groupie while another part of me very much wanted to melt into that sculpted body and let him have his way with me because goddamn had it been far too long since I’d had anything like this, and never with a guy this hot or this easy to be around!