at the security guy to gain access. This is the guys’ third show here this week, so I know my way around.
The corridors are crammed with roadies, groupies, and reporters. I push through the hot and sweaty bodies until I get to their dressing room, only to find it empty. They must’ve been called to the stage already. It’s not long before I hear the band’s songs beginning to play. The closer I get to the stage, the louder Damon’s spurring of the crowd gets, making them go wild. Finding a place to hang back in the wing, I automatically seek Freddie out. I’ve been to countless shows, and it’s always him I watch every second. He’s the ultimate rock star. When he’s performing, he doesn’t just own the stage, he owns your soul. He plays the bass guitar like a pro, his performances enthralling, as always.
I dance and cheer from the wing, along with thousands of fans out in the crowd until the show comes to an end. Damon interacts with the crowd, while Baz and River eat up hearing their names being chanted. But Freddie, he’s walking toward me with purpose, and a hunger in his eyes. He jerks his chin for me to slink back into the shadows before I’m seen by the others.
He hands his guitar over to a roadie, he growls, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
He doesn’t stop, but I easily keep up with him and follow him to the dressing room. As soon as we’re both behind the closed door, he turns and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. We kiss like we haven’t seen other in a weeks, when in reality, it’s only been a day. His lips are heaven against mine, and I crave them when we’re apart.
Our relationship is new, hot, needy, and above all else—secret.
Raised voices filter through the thin walls, and I quickly slip down Freddie’s body.
By the time the door opens, and the guys barge in with their arms wound around their groupies, Freddie’s helping himself to a beer at the makeshift bar, and I’m sat on the beat-up couch. No one any wiser about what was going down moments ago.
“Baby Coleman, I thought I saw you out in the wing!” River hollers, dumping his ass next to me on the couch.
“I came out to show love, and now I have to go. People to see and places to be and all that,” I say with a grin.
Getting to my feet, I gaze over at Freddie, who nods slightly before continuing his conversation with Slate.
“Come party with us. We’re off to a club when we’re done here.”
I pull my phone out of my purse and send a text to Fred, letting him know what hotel I’m staying at tonight.
“No can do, Riv. I have plans I can’t break.”
Not only that, I don’t want to break them. Hmm… clubbing with the guys or spending time alone with Freddie. It’s not a hard decision to make.
Saying my goodbyes to everyone, I make my way back to my car. My stomach’s a bundle of excited nerves, dipping and diving as I drive to the hotel. We’ve been meeting like this in secret for six weeks now, and while I can’t wait to see him, I’m getting kind of tired being kept a secret. I want everyone to know we’re seeing each other, and tonight, I’m going to broach the possibility of us going public, if only with our families. At least for now.
I spend an hour in the room before I hear three quick raps against the door. Here he is. Throwing open the door, I pull him inside, not intending to waste a single second of our time.
His laugh fills the silence in the room. “I like how much you want to see me.”
He has no idea, but he will by the time the sun rises.
“Why don’t you show me how much you want me,” I throw back at him, my voice dropping to a sultry level, daring him to take me.
Backing up slowly, I unbutton my shirt, and come to a stop when the back of my legs hit the bed. Before I can fall back on the mattress, he’s on me, making me squeal as he takes us both down.
“Where do the guys think you are?” I ask him between kisses.
“I have no idea. Once we hit the club, I slipped out when they