Backstage Crush (Infinity Prism Series Book 2)

by Kylie Walker

  Chloe rubbed her full belly and tossed her napkin onto the table. “I couldn’t eat another bite if I tried.

  “Me either,” Emelia agreed. “I think I have eaten enough to feed an army for a week.”

  “Maybe we can bring our to-go-boxes back to the guys,” Chloe suggested.

  Emelia grinned. Her eyes twinkled.

  “What?” Chloe chuckled as she dug through her purse for her credit card.

  “Nothing.” Emelia gave her an elusive grin. “It’s just...this sounds so, perfect. A fairy tale. Me with Trevor, you potentially end up with Roman.”

  Chloe snorted. “Please. I know you don’t buy into fairy tale romances, and neither do I,” she confessed in a cynical tone, scratching the side of her elbow after placing her credit card on the table.

  “I know,” Emelia flicked her eyes. “I’m just excited about the prospect. That’s all.”

  “You don’t have to worry,” Chloe smiled. “I am optimistic as well about the future. I’m just...jet-lagged,” she ended with a joke.

  Emelia rolled her eyes in agreement. “You and me both.”

  “Come on,” Chloe coaxed as they paid for their meal and stood up to exit the restaurant. “We have a show to put on tonight, or at least promote. We’ll leave the epic rocking out to the guys.”

  “Sounds like a great plan to me,” Emelia fawned, high-fiving Chloe.

  Things were already looking better and better.

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  LATER THAT NIGHT, ROMAN stopped Chloe in the hallway outside his dressing room. He tenderly tugged her to the side, leaning up against the wall as he stared deliciously into her eyes.

  Chloe had no choice but to swoon like a love-struck teenager as his eyes melted her soul. “Hey,” he whispered in a tantalizing way, intoxicatingly drinking her up and down with that handsome leer of his.

  “Hey...” she purred back, momentarily forgetting where she was her insides filled with butterflies. God, it felt like an eternity since she’d last seen him!

  “How are you?” He propped his elbow up against the side of the wall, giving her his full-blown attention as if he had all the time in the world for her. He sure made her feel that way like she was the center of his attention, of his world. His hand pressed against her ribs, slowly running to the curve of her hip and back up again. She held her breath as his touch skimmed along her sides, his palm sneaking over her breast.

  Chloe chuckled, glancing up and down the hall. “Are you kidding?”

  “What?” He shrugged indifferently.

  “Don’t you have to be on stage in about ten minutes?” She reminded him with a subtle, playful grin. “I mean, I don’t really want you to stop or anything, but...”

  “I’ll always have time for you,” he said gently.

  He made her feel like she was the only person on the planet. That’s what made her heart flip.

  She shifted her weight, her back against the surface of the cool exposed brick wall. “Well in that case.” She pressed her breast into his hand, moaning as his fingers gently cupped her, his thumb brushing across her sensitive nipple. It perked hard against the fabric of her bra, her body flooding with longing.

  “How about a kiss to give me a boost of luck and energy?” He flirted with a saucy raise of his eyebrows.

  Chloe couldn’t resist the temptation. She parted her lips, watching as he rushed into her, claiming her mouth with his own. Sparks flew through her body, a low moan working its way up her throat. So, fucking good. She didn’t want to stop. Skating her hands over his chest, she looped her arms around him and pulled him closer.

  As soon as Roman’s lips hit hers, she was caught with a volt of passion that blasted like a rocket through her senses. She was at least a foot shorter than him having to stand on her tiptoes to reach up to drape her arms around his neck and run her hands through his hair.

  She never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to take it to the next level, so she could erase the awkwardness that still followed her around regarding Hawaii. She wanted a chance to start over.

  She glanced up at Roman as he reluctantly pulled away. “They’re going to send out a search party if I don’t get going.”

  He moved away from her, leaving a cool rush of air between their bodies where their heat had just been.

  “Okay.” Chloe kept her hands pressed to the side of his flushed cheeks. “If you have to go...”

  “I don’t want to,” Roman admitted. “But I have to.”

  “Well I’ll be out there in the crowd cheering, and screaming my ass off for you,” she laughed. “So, if that’s any consolation...”

  “Oh, it is.” Roman leaned in and gave her a peck on the side of her neck. “I’ll be searching for you.”

  “You can find me on the front row,” Chloe told him.

  Roman beamed from ear to ear. “You wild and crazy groupie.” He nodded as he mulled over the idea and was humorously picturing Chloe dancing along, just waiting to feel the sweat drip from the hair of the band members or be lucky enough to be tossed a guitar pick.

  Chloe gave him a flirtatious wink. “It’s the only place to be.”

  “I’ll see you later, alright?” His grin was vivacious.

  “See you later,” she chimed as her eyes trailed him as he walked away.

  She trekked back towards the main stage where she met up with Emelia. “You ready for this?” Emelia clapped her hands together as if she were pumping herself full of energy for the show. Chloe knew that it must be such an eternal thrill for Emelia to witness her fiancé on stage every night.

  Chloe wasn’t even officially dating Roman yet, but she knew the feeling well because she experienced the same kind of emotions watching him play the drums with passion and skill that set him apart from others in the industry. He’d made a name for himself and showed no signs of slowing down.

  Tonight, she was going to seek him out, hunt him down with her eyes, and give him a seductive gaze as she sang along to every word. He’d know how proud of him she was.

  And later, when she straddled him in bed, she’d show him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Have you seen Chloe?” Roman asked as he wandered up to Colton after the show.

  Asher spun around, red-faced and sweaty, a mirror reflection of the way Roman felt.

  “I haven’t seen her, man.” His mouth twisted apologetically.

  Roman took a fresh towel and dabbed it across his neck and forehead. “Okay,” he said as he disappointedly walked away.

  He had been searching for her for nearly ten minutes after the show ended, and he was striking out around every turn and corner he hit backstage. Frustrated, he started trekking to his dressing room with a bottle of water in hand, desperately in need of rehydration.

  His mind was focused on Chloe and finding her as quickly as possible. There was an urgency to his stride. He had watched her in the crowd, meeting her gaze one perfect moment after each thrilling moment.

  He couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted her, with primal desperation. His heart pounded. An erection threatened between his legs. Watching her out there blending with the crowd, with her arms up in the air, singing every word breathed new life into his soul.

  His fingertips were sizzling, with a craving to run his hands over every surface of her body, leaving no silky part of her skin untouched. Chloe gave him energy, life. She made him want to be a better person, inside and out.

  Roman believed that the entire reason he had such an awesome show tonight was because of her. Her enthusiasm fueled him in ways he could have never imagined before. On the other hand, having these intense desires for her just unleashed a new set of problems.

  He was still grieving over the loss of his sister Stephanie and reeling after the plot to destroy his financial security by his ex-girlfriend Alexis. There were a lot of cards left on the table, and Roman wasn’t sure which one he wanted to play yet.

  He walked quickly to his dressing room. He had his hand on t
he knob, ready to twist open the door when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

  He spun around, already filtering annoyance that it might be his assistant wanting to discuss boring bureaucratic shit that he was too exhausted to entertain, or even pretend to remotely care about.

  “What is it?” He flatly asked, but when he saw who was standing beside him, his insides turned to a puddle of mush.

  “Chloe?” He picked her up and spun her around as she gave him a flash of seduction with her eyes.

  “Hey,” she swatted him, grinning from ear to ear. “Stop that. You might drop me.”

  Roman scoffed. “Oh, please. You probably weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet with jeans on.” He pressed his lips to hers, wanting to taste the mixture of her fruity lip gloss and her natural scent.

  “Mmm...” she let out a satisfied sigh, snaking her arms around his neck and twisting her legs around his waist. She was so petite; she fit him like a glove. Roman felt massive and masculine standing next to her, or, in this situation carrying her.

  “I was looking all over for you, you know,” Roman tossed her a teasing smirk. “I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

  “I’m small,” she shrugged with a chuckle. “I can hide in all kinds of unsuspecting places.”

  “Aren’t you just a walking treat,” he smiled and kissed her again.

  “You had an amazing show tonight,” she said as he gently placed her back on two feet. They walked into his dressing room again. “Really incredible,” she admitted.

  Roman closed and locked the door. The room was dense with the heat of desire and chemistry swirling around them. Chloe glanced up at Roman with a sliver of expectancy flashing through her eyes. She paused, placing her hands in the back pockets of her shorts.

  Roman’s breath became ragged. His senses were on high alert. He wanted to grab her and push her against the side of the wall, ravishing her and making her scream his name in pleasure.

  “Chloe...” He began, but he didn’t really know where to start.

  Her eyes shadowed with dread. “What is it?”

  “I...never stopped thinking about you. I know I said it before, but I want you to know. When we left Hawaii, and you were always there, in my mind.” There, he had finally admitted the real existence of his heart. He was open and raw, like an oyster with a pearl tucked neatly inside.

  Chloe’s sexy eyes were shocked with a rush of relief that washed over her features. “Me too,” she confessed and began laboriously breathing, wringing her hands together as she paced the room. “I fantasize about you all the time.”

  “Then why don’t we take it to the next level?” Roman hated to sound desperate but seeing Chloe standing there in a sexy pair of shorts and a revealing tank top sent his already sexually overdriven mind into a catapult of desire that he wasn’t going to be able to deny or resist for much longer.

  Chloe looked torn, but frantic at the same time. She took a step towards him, then an automatic step back. He could see the gears of conflict shifting in her mind, regardless of whether or not she was voicing her concerns.

  Her silky blonde hair looked like radiant sunshine, a sandy beach on a warm Caribbean day. Her blue eyes were as deep and profound as the ocean itself. Her slender body had curves in all the right places. He wanted her; he craved her, he yearned to take her. Roman couldn’t hold his attraction in any longer.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, edging closer to her.

  Chloe took a step or two in his direction as if a powerful magnetic force were pushing them together.

  “So are you,” she admitted. He noticed how she visibly swallowed hard as if she had to mentally prepare herself for what might happen next.

  He took two large strides over to her, unable to control his primal, sexual urgencies any longer. She was so gorgeous, so feminine. In a blind haze, he pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her perky round breasts that bounced as he squeezed them in his hands. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking on them as she moaned with her back pressed against the wall.

  The sound of her enchanting voice in its prime of passion made his insides melt, made his manhood throb and bulge inside his pants. He wanted to fuck her so hard; she would never forget what it was like to have him inside her. And he wanted nothing more than the feel of her hot, creamy warmth sheathing his cock.

  He was drawn to her like a magnet. He ran his hands up and down her bare thighs, feeling the quaking shudder of pleasure from her response. Her breath was hot on his neck, tickling his senses.

  She was unbelievably sexy, purring into his ear, sending him on a wild ride with his moans. He pressed her further against the wall, hiking her legs up as he slid her panties down her waist and flung them from her ankles.

  He was desperate to be inside of her. This time, there wasn’t going to be any hesitation. The timing was right this time, their sexual bliss swirling around them with perfection. She held onto his back, raking her nails across the surface of his skin.

  Everything about her was arousing and seductive. He kissed her flat tummy, teasing her with kisses on her inner thigh as she straddled him, sitting on his face. He pushed her wet and soaked parts open with the tip of his tongue, sliding right in. She was puddling with pleasure. He swirled his tongue in and out of her. Her moans became more desperate, hungry and wild.

  The need to consume her and devour her was primal. As she came on top of him, her thighs began to shake. She squeezed his head and ran her hands through his hair, soaking his face with her warm cum.

  Roman loved the taste of Chloe’s juicy and delicious cum, never wanting it to stop flowing. He could drink it up forever. She finally stopped convulsing in the private, erotic pleasure of the moment.

  Her cheeks were flushed and rosy, and she was panting hard. She eyed him like an animal, her eyes blazing with ecstasy.

  The sexual tension between them was a frenzy, sending volts of electric pleasure up and down his spine. He needed to unwind in her, to release all that frustration that he had felt for so long now.

  He wanted her to ride him until the sunrise. They could stay locked in here together, right here in his dressing room until the morning came, just sharing their intimacy, naked, sweaty and full of heat.

  Chloe was pulsing for him, engorged and swollen, throbbing with desire. He grabbed his tip and teased her with it, grazing it across the edges of her pink flesh. She moaned out, an eternal expression of craving etched across her beautiful face.

  Her blonde hair was disheveled in the sexiest way possible. She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, and her creamy skin was flushed in the sensual afterglow of climax.

  With a groan, Roman pushed himself inside of her. Chloe was still leaning against the side of the wall, but he was supporting her weight by keeping a solid grip on her hips. She moaned and snaked her slender legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back.

  She grabbed onto his shoulders, clinging to his muscles as he began to gently pump in and out, giving her a thrill and the wildest ride of her life. They were naked, sweaty and sensually pressed together, panting hard as they tried to keep as quiet as possible behind closed doors.

  Not being able to conform to the guttural moans they wanted to let loose was even more erotic. It meant that they were doing something naughty, private and personal, sharing in their sexual bliss together and no one even knew what they were doing. The mere concept made Roman’s adrenaline pound through his veins like a rocket.

  Groaning, he continued to pump in and out of her, slipping and sliding from her saturated pool of arousal between her legs. She was perfection, so sexy as she rode him with her legs draped across his waist.

  “I think I’m going to cum again,” she whispered tantrically into his ear.

  “Go, baby,” Roman cooed. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock,” he coaxed her, running a hand through her hair and gently tugging at it to enhance her spicy sexual pleasure.

  Chloe’s breathing was frantic, passionate as
she shuddered in his arms, convulsing with another erotically charged and even more massively violent orgasm. This time, a flood of moans escaped from her mouth. She cried out wildly.

  The potential that one of his band members or someone from the crew might have been walking by right outside the door sent Roman into overdrive. It gave him a thrill. He had scored a gorgeous girl like Chloe, and that made him feel incredibly lucky.

  He knew that if he was patient enough, she would eventually come through. He respected her; he found her sexy, witty and intelligent. She was the whole entire package, and here she was climaxing on his cock.

  It felt so good to be inside of her. He had never experienced this deeper level meaning of sex with anyone besides Chloe, in any sexual encounter he’d ever had. Sex with Alexis had been saucy in the moment, but it still was nothing compared to how amazing it felt to be between Chloe’s legs.

  With a final groan, he exploded inside of her, spilling his hot cum into her warm, wet pussy. He placed her down and hugged her, keeping her locked into his embrace while he shook with pleasure on top of her. The tip of his manhood continued to pulse, his cum dripping off the edge and plopping onto the floor beneath them.

  She purred into his ear, whispering sexy phrases. “That was amazing,” she said as she ran a hand seductively through his hair.

  He nodded and grinned, unable to formulate a response yet. He was still floating on top of the world, hand in hand with Chloe. He wanted to take a mental picture of this moment to last forever because he still didn’t know where their relationship would land if he didn’t keep chasing it.

  Until he caught it for good.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chloe glanced at Emelia who was buried in her laptop screen, happily tapping her fingers away on the keyboard. Emelia was focused, driven. Chloe was ambitious too, but not on nearly the same level as Emelia. Nevertheless, she was still extremely grateful to be touring the world, helping with the marketing aspects of the show.