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Authors: Michelle A. Valentine
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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.
She brings the mic up to her lips and asks, “Are you fuckers ready for one of the best damn bands at this festival!”
I scream along with the crowd to answer her question.
“These guys are one of my personal favorites, not to mention they look pretty fucking amazing, too. Right, ladies?” She pauses and allows for crowd reaction. “Give it up for BLACK FALCON!”
Trip takes the stage first and throws up a metal sign. People scream at the black-haired rocker as he takes his seat and gives
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.
She brings the mic up to her lips and asks, “Are you fuckers ready for one of the best damn bands at this festival!”
I scream along with the crowd to answer her question.
“These guys are one of my personal favorites, not to mention they look pretty fucking amazing, too. Right, ladies?” She pauses and allows for crowd reaction. “Give it up for BLACK FALCON!”
Trip takes the stage first and throws up a metal sign. People scream at the black-haired rocker as he takes his seat and gives
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