I’m no slut.

Security cuts the girls off on the stage. “Sorry, ladies, this area is off limits.” I hear the wall of muscle tell the girls as he and his partner hold them back. The girls all whine with disappointment and beg to follow Riff.

My eyes dart to Riff, and he smiles when he catches me staring at him. He walks toward me, his eyes never leaving me once.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” Riff says to me as his eyes rake slowly over my body. His gaze stops directly on my breasts under my tank top. I narrow my eyes at him. He doesn’t seem the least bit bothered I have the look of red death pointed directly at him. He pulls a piece of gold paper from his pocket. “This golden ticket grants you access into my pants when our set is over. Hold on to it tight and give it to security that guards the buses. They’ll let you through. I only give away one or two of those a night. Consider yourself a lucky lady.”

He stuffs the paper into my hands, and I furrow my brows. Is he serious right now? Does he think just because he shoves some gold paper in my hand that I will instantly drop my panties for him? I shake my head and try to hand him back the paper. “No thanks.”

“Not interested?” Riff laughs. “Sweetie, that’s cute, but you don’t have to play hard to get. I know why you’re back here, and I can guarantee there’s no better time to be had than the one you’re going to get with me.”

He licks his lip and runs his hand down my arm. His skin on mine makes my blood boil. How dare he think he can just touch me like that?

I slap the paper into his chest. “I’m waiting for someone, you asshole. I’m not some random fucking groupie.”

Surprise registers on his face and then a slow grin. “You’re feisty. I like that.” He tilts his head. “What a shame. We could’ve been pretty awesome together tonight. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

I huff as Riff lets the piece of paper fall to the ground. It lands by his feet and he smirks at me before he turns and walks away.

What I wouldn’t give for murdering someone to be legal right now. I should kill that asshole for the benefit of all womankind.

Noel finds me about ten minutes after my run in with Riff. At first I think about telling Noel, but decide against it. Their chemistry has to be on point in front of this many people.

I can always tell him about it later. Besides, I’m sure Riff will feel like a jackass when he discovers who I am.

Noel’s white t-shirt strains against his chest and biceps as he wraps his arms around me. “Are you going to watch my set?”

I try to pull his arms away from my waist, but Noel grins, and squeezes me tighter.

I sigh. “Not if you keep manhandling me like this.”

His laugh rumbles in his chest and our pelvises smash together. “I think if you keep rubbing against me like that, I’m going to take you back to the bus and fuck you right now.”

I raise an eyebrow and fight the urge to smack him across his smug face. “You wish. Besides, if you disappoint your fans, they might just fire your conceited ass.”

Noel’s hands cup my face and leans in for a kiss, but stops just inches from my lips when I resist. He licks his lips. “It might just be worth it.”

A laugh escapes me and I immediately cover my mouth with my hand. My eyes widen as I realize I’ve let my tough shell crack a bit, but he’s so damn forward and it’s kind of comical.

“Grrrrrr,” he growls and pulls me against his warm body. “You know it drives me crazy when you giggle.” He cups my butt through my jean shorts and presses the bulge in his pants against me. “See what you did? How am I supposed to go in front of fifty thousand people like this?”

I laugh and pull away from him. “Not my problem. You’ll just have to hide it behind your guitar.”

An impatient stage manager appears out of no where. “Noel, we need you in position.”

Noel takes a heavy breath. “Okay, gotta go. See you after we’re done.”

He smiles and heads toward the stage. Another giggle bubbles out of me when he readjusts his pants and picks up his guitar. Poor Noel. Smug satisfaction, mixing with a little guilt, surges through me.

My eyes glue onto Noel’s backside until he’s out of sight. I must admit his butt is really nice. Okay, okay—it’s damn near perfect. No wonder he has so many women lusting after him.

The crowd rumbles as they chant for Black Falcon to take the stage. It’s not surprising considering people really love Noel’s band. They’re one of the most played bands on the charts. Noel’s dream of millions of people hearing his music has most definitely arrived. Some critics say they could be one of the next greats. Throwing them in line with bands like, The Beatles, Queen, Aerosmith—bands that changed the face of music.

I always knew Noel was great, but I guess I never realized how great until the rest of the world discovered him. It’s like he walks on water to his fans.

This band is his life now, and I couldn’t be happier he allowed me back into his world, considering I dumped him after graduation.

I take a couple steps toward the stage. It’s definitely the best spot in the stadium to watch a Black Falcon performance. A woman with bright, red hair whom I recognize from the music video channel, steps out on to the stage. She’s this weekend’s host and hops from stage to stage introducing the bands. The crowd roars as she waves to them wearing her skin-tight black, leather pants and halter top.




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