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by Romy Lockhart


  “We can find out what she wants to do when her set ends.”

  He nods. “It’s gone down pretty well.”

  He isn’t wrong. The crowd have been eating up every second of it. They love her. If she had any worries that people were going to change their mind about her after her big reveal to the public, I think this shows she had nothing to worry about.

  “It has. I can’t imagine the crowd going this wild for Hunter’s band.”

  He shrugs. “He’s supposed to be the headliner. I need to do another walk around. I’ll be back when Eden’s finished her set.”

  I check and, like clockwork, as soon as Eden’s encore song is done, Eli’s back.

  She walks off stage, a sheen of sweat covering her. She looks like she’s glowing from the inside out, though not quite in that Goddess way she does that seems to make the whole room shine gold.

  If I thought they were going wild before, the crowd seem to be going nuts for a second encore. I step closer to the stage and peek across the stage to the audience. The club’s security are actually holding people back from the lip of the stage. I see crying faces and waving hands and phones with lights on.

  “It’s pandemonium out there,” I tell her as Mike moves past us and the curtains close.

  She’s beaming, and I realise I’ve never quite seen her this happy before. Satisfied and blissed out, yeah. This kind of happiness, never. It’s Eden being who she is, doing what makes her shine. She’s a Goddess of Rock and the stage is where she thrives.

  “You were incredible,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms to keep her body close while we wait for the stage to be rearranged for Hunter’s band.

  “I’m covered in sweat,” she protests.

  “Don’t worry about that,” I murmur back as Donnie draws me a dark look in passing. “You’ll be sweating even harder by the time I’m done with you tonight.”

  She shivers and I watch lust fill her gaze as her arms go around my neck. There might be a bit of a wait for Hunter’s band to go on, and I doubt she wants to stand here while that happens.

  “Should we retire to your dressing room?”

  She glances around before nodding. “I could use a shower.”

  Eli leads the way, weaving through the sudden influx of people. I don’t know where the hell half of them were while Eden was on stage, but I’m starting to wonder if they might make her plan for tonight a little too awkward to go through with.

  Eli lets us into the dressing room and takes a look around before stationing himself outside the door. I ask where Logan is before he closes it, and he tells me he’s doing a perimeter check. Kinda seems like there’s a stick up his butt. I guess he’s just taking this security thing really seriously though.

  “It’s so different from Rapture,” Eden says, in a wistful tone that echoes what I’m thinking.

  “Yeah, it kinda sucks.” I hadn’t realised how good we had it in that sleepy hollow until now.

  Eli should be in here helping me undress our Goddess, not outside the door keeping watch for stalkers and asshole ex-boyfriends. Eden steps out of her heels and sweeps her hair over one shoulder.

  “A little help with this stupid dress, please?” She turns and I move swiftly to oblige.

  “I guess we’re all alone now,” I tell her.

  “I guess we are,” she says.

  My hands move past the ribbons she needs me to unweave and loosen. They venture under her skirt, to stroke the smooth skin of her rounded cheeks. My fingers wander a little and I find out she’s wearing a thong. Lace. I pull at the thin strap of material and she moans.

  “I’m not sure back stage is going to be an option tonight, Eden.” I slip one hand between her legs and push under the flimsy material of her thong to feel how wet and tight she is.

  Her breathy gasps are enough to send blood rushing to my half-mast cock. I’m hard and ready in a heart-beat.

  “But Nick, I wanted to do something for you.”

  I start to undo her corset’s ribbons with my other hand as my fingers keep her thrilled inside her underwear. “The backstage idea was for my benefit?”

  “Well...”

  “How did you think of it?” I know there’s something she’s hiding from me, and I’m going to figure it out if I have to torture it out of her with my fingers. I know how to use them to tease, and Eden doesn’t have the patience for that. “If you lie to me, I’ll touch you like this all night without letting you come.”

  “I don’t think you could do that without making me come,” she says. “You have magic fingers, Nick.”

  “Flattery will usually get you everywhere,” I murmur, as I kiss her exposed neck. The salty sweet taste of her sweat makes me lick at my lips. I groan at the thought of sinking to my knees to taste her where my fingers are. “But tonight I just want your honesty, Eden. So tell me, why do you want to be fucked backstage so damned badly?”

  She breathes out a long sigh. “I like the thrill of almost being caught. Like what we did at your night club. There was this moment where I just didn’t care if someone saw us. I almost wanted them to see us. The feeling just took me over.”

  I love this wild side of her, but I also love the side that makes her blush so furiously at admitting what she likes in bed. It’s a tough combination to resist.

  “The night club was one thing,” I tell her, moving my hand from between her legs just long enough to let her dress fall to the floor. “This place is crawling with people. We fuck out there, and someone will see us. We fuck next to the stage and Hunter will stop his whole fucking set to watch. You have no idea how mesmerising you are while you’re coming, Eden. It could start a damn riot.”

  I continue fingering her while she stands there, naked, apart from her thong. I look up to see her gorgeous body reflected in the dressing table mirror. I move my left hand across her flat stomach up to her full breasts. Her nipples are hard points just begging to be stimulated. The first little squeeze has her gasp in a sharp breath, her pale blue eyes widening. I let my fingers alternate between soft touches and harder tweaks. She’s breathing hard by the time I move from one breast to the next.

  “Oh Nick,” she whispers, her voice shaking.

  My hand inside her panties is already soaked with her juices. She’s more than ready for a good, hard fucking right now. I’m barely restraining myself to tease her to breaking point before I give her that.

  Now that I know her kink, I can find safe ways to satisfy that craving. Because as much as it turns me on that she’s into something risky, the need to protect her is a much stronger urge and one I know I’ll never be able to ignore.

  “Oh Nick,” she gasps, as her tight pussy contracts around my fingers.

  She’s coming? I haven’t even stroked her clit, and there’s no way in hell my fingers have been plunging deep enough to stroke her g-spot. I release my grip on her right nipple and she moans deeply, arching her back.

  “Eden,” I whisper as she pulls my hand back to her breast. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and it’s hot as fuck. I squeeze her nipple again and she moans louder.

  “Holy hell,” she murmurs, as she comes down from the rush of her climax.

  Her face is flushed and her pussy’s still contracting a little. “Did you just have a breastgasm?”

  “Is that what you’re calling it?” She sounds breathless.

  “I have no freaking idea. Whatever it was needs intensive study.”

  I can’t wait to make her do that again, and again. But right now, I’m stretching out the front of my jeans enough to make my balls ache. I remove my hands from Eden to get out of my clothes.

  Eden looks around as she steps out of her thong. There are a couple of couches but neither of them suit my mood, nor hers it would seem.

  “Just bend over a little,” I tell her, pulling her back to me.

  She bends and I position my engorged cock at her soaked opening. I push inside and hold her waist, bringing her in close. I expect to fu
ck hard and fast, considering how desperate I’ve been to be with her over the last day, but I find myself grinding into her slowly instead, and the feeling is perfect.

  I move us forward a little so she can lean against the wall and so I can use one of my hands on her clit. I suck my fingers to get them nice and wet before I stroke her and I’m rewarded with pleased murmuring as I begin to rub her swollen clit.

  I could do this all night. Just stay locked in this room with my Goddess. Screw her into a coma, make her come in every possible way until she’s completely spent.

  “I never want to go a day without doing this again.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Eden

  I’m still riding the high from performing when Nick and his filthy mood get their hands all over me. My skin feels like it’s humming all over. Every touch is electrifying. I’m wet the instant he reminds me of what I wanted to do with him. What I still want to do. Then he starts fingering my nipples while he fingers my pussy and it feels like every nerve-ending in my body is on fire.

  It’s so good, and he thinks he’s being such a tease. Making me desperate for his dick. He has no idea that what he’s doing right now is so damned incredible I never want him to stop. Until I come, gasping and moaning under those teasing touches.

  Then he fucks me slowly against the wall, standing up and grinding into me while he strokes my clit with lubricated fingers and a determined touch. I’m crying out his name by the time he speeds up his motions to come inside of me.

  His arms wrap around me from behind and he peels me back from the wall as he slips out of my throbbing core.

  “Still want me to fuck you backstage?” His question is teasing, but I wonder if he’s still fixating on the kink that led to that suggestion.

  My legs shake a little as I look around for clothes and realise I didn’t bring a back-up outfit. The uncomfortable dress was it. Nick hands me his T-shirt.

  “The dress is sexy, but this is all yours if you want it.”

  I snatch it and put it on. “I have a confession.”

  “Is it a sexy confession? Because you might have to wait a while for round two.” He actually puts his jeans back on.

  I find it amusing that he never wears underwear or socks. He has such a one-tracked mind and it makes him seem even dirtier. Like he can’t stand waiting the extra minutes it would take to get those items of clothing off so he just doesn’t bother with them.

  “What’s a while?” I might as well ask, considering the last time the answer was about five seconds.

  “Maybe an hour,” he says, shrugging. “I had a practice jerk backstage while you were on.”

  I laugh. “What?”

  He smiles as he pulls me over to one of the couches. “You heard me.”

  “You touched yourself backstage?” I can imagine it, now that I’ve gotten over the shock of his announcement. It’s exactly the kind of thing he would do. He’s so brazen.

  “Thinking about screwing you right in that same spot.” He strokes my ankles as I put my legs across his body to lie down.

  It’s a chaise lounge rather than a couch, I realise as I get comfortable. “And you tried to make me feel kinky for wanting that.”

  “Hey,” he says. “I’d never kink-shame you, Eden.”

  “I know.”

  He sounds so serious. I’m not used to that from him.

  “Nick, I was trying to make up for freezing you out a little the other day...”

  “Freezing me out?” He looks confused.

  “In the hot tub with Logan.”

  He nods, understanding lighting in his eyes. “You have nothing to make up for. I was being an asshole.”

  I sit up. “Um, what?”

  “I interrupted your whole thing with Logan because I was horny. That’s kind of assholish even if I do say so myself.”

  I laugh and he smiles at me.

  “So there’s nothing to make up for. And I know I said I never want to go a day without being inside you, but you know that’s entirely up to you, Eden. I’m not saying I’ll enjoy it, but I’m capable of going a day or two without sex.”

  I feel so much better just hearing him say it, even if something’s nagging at the back of my thoughts. It would seem completely bitchy to ask, so I don’t. He accepted Logan for me, he came through. I don’t need them to love each other. They just need to be capable of being civil. It would be kind of insulting to suggest otherwise, so I leave it be.

  I relax, and I’m almost ready to sleep. It’s been a hell of a day. Then the sounds of Hunter’s band playing on stage starts to filter through, disrupting the peace. I groan as Nick strokes his way up my legs. He parts them and I realise his intent is to distract me, when a knock on the door makes me jerk away, into a sitting position. He gets up to answer it.

  I watch him talk to Eli, though over the sounds of the band I can barely make out three words of their conversation. Nick locks the door before he comes back over.

  “You probably want to put the dress back on under the T-shirt. We might need to make a quick getaway.” He helps me to my feet and I move toward my thong first.

  “Why? What’s happening?” Usually after these concerts, my security find the best time to leave with minimal potential for any threatening situations, which is typically late on, well after the show is over. It’s why the dressing rooms are stocked with fridges and have separate bathrooms. Leaving while the main act have just started isn’t unheard of, but it’s a little strange.

  “There have been some threats. Logan’s been keeping a lid on things but he thinks something might happen...”

  My heart-rate begins to soar. “What threats? What exactly is going on? Nick!”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t know any details, Eden. We just need to be ready to move.”

  I give him his T-shirt back and haul on my dress. It’s the least comfortable thing ever made and I should never have worn it. My chest feels tight enough without being squeezed into this thing.

  Nick helps lace me back up. When he’s done, I sit down and slip into my shoes.

  My mind races over what the threat could be. Another potential stalker? A bomb scare? General unrest in the crowd? I shouldn’t think about it, but I can’t seem to stop once I start.

  Nick pulls his shirt on and steps into his shoes before he sits with me, his arm around me.

  We wait, and I try to switch off the overflow of terrifying thoughts that are rushing through me. It can’t be a Goddess. Logan would have told Eli the specifics if that was the problem. Considering I’m the only one who could diffuse that particular situation. So then what?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Logan

  It’s been a quiet, easy gig so far. Too quiet, too easy. I can feel it in my bones when trouble is brewing, and this has been the eye of a storm. No random fights in the crowd, no fans attempting to sneak in the back way. Nothing suspicious in the slightest. Sometimes that happens. In nicer places, outside of major cities. I could see a concert like this running without a hiccup in a place like Rapture.

  Middle of L.A. in a place notorious for overdose deaths and knife-fights? Not so much.

  I’ve barely been near Eden all night. I know she’s safe close to Eli. Sometimes the best way to scope out potential threats is from the outside looking in. Tonight, that turned out to be the best call.

  Someone’s got it out for Eden. I just wish to hell I knew who.

  The girl in the stage crew shirt was shaking when she approached me. I recognised her vaguely from earlier in the day when she brought us to Eden’s dressing room. “Hey, Logan. It’s Logan, right?”

  I nod quickly. “Right.”

  “I just... I heard two girls talking in the bathroom just now. I called for our security team to come remove them but when I told them why I was laughed off. I don’t know what else to do, but Eden’s your client so...”

  “What did you hear?”

  She takes a breath and glances around. She shakes her head. “I
mean, it’s probably nothing.”

  “I promise you, whatever it is, if it concerns Eden, I’ll be taking it seriously.”

  “The one girl was saying how much she loves Eden, the other said she was going to ‘shoot that bitch through the heart’.” She shudders and frowns at me. “Thing is, she didn’t just say it. I heard this noise. It was a metallic click that just made me think she had a gun. I didn’t see it though. Then they left the bathroom. I tried to follow them but I lost them in the audience.”

  I consider the information carefully. “What did they look like? Do you know which one made the threat?”

  She shakes her head. “They both have dark hair. One was shorter, like maybe five foot tall. Both really slim built and wearing dark clothes. I think the taller one was wearing a leather jacket and a red bra-top. Both in dark pants. The shorter one could have been wearing a T-shirt.”

  “Long hair, short?”

  “Um, the taller one had kind of curly hair, long. The shorter one I think it was shoulder length, straight.”

  “You think the shorter one looked like she could have been concealing a weapon?”

  Her frown deepens, then she shakes her head. “I... No. Their clothes were tight. It was probably the taller one. She was wearing a jacket.”

  I thank her and walk away. Conduct a quick perimeter check with my eyes peeled for girls fitting her descriptions. Then I call Eli and tell him to get Eden ready to move. Time was ticking down. If the girl’s threat was serious, we had to get Eden out of the building, fast. I could contact their management as soon as she was safely out of harm’s way. I doubted they would do much, but telling them there was a trouble-maker in their midst would put the problem firmly in their hands.

  I get Eden’s driver ready to move out before I head back inside, check the corridor and call Eli a second time. “It’s time to leave.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Eden

  We file out of the dressing room and move quickly down the corridor and out into the car.

 

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