Seduced by a Rockstar: A Rockstar Romance Page 2

  “Wow, hard-core,” the cute bartender says and I can’t help but smile.

  “Thanks.” I lift my bottle and take my first sip and I sigh with satisfaction.

  I turn around and lean my back against the bar as I look around me. I look at our booth and Cara seems to be in her element. If I was back home I would be in mine—talking about people and places that I know, not sitting here feeling lost. I watch the band playing and their music is catchy. It must be their original work. I know music and they are good. I know I should head back but I’m happy being right where I am.

  Alone.

  “Think you could do with another.” When I turn around, the same bartender is smiling at me. He lifts a shot glass indicating the drink and I watch him pour more tequila. “On the house.”

  I smile and take the shot as he watches. I drink it like it’s water.

  “You were right, bro, that was hot,” I hear another bartender say. They are both smiling at me. They look like they could be twins. Both have mousy brown hair and light green eyes.

  “I’m Cory, and this is Sean,” the bartender who gave me the shot says.

  “I’m Iris.” I shake both their hands and unlike how Calvin shook mine, theirs are friendly.

  “Nice to meet you. So what is a badass like yourself doing here?” They both lean forward on the bar, leaning on their arms.

  I look down the bar and see some glares from a few of the women nearby. “I just moved here from England. Doing my last year of college here.”

  “I guess we will be seeing much more of you then; we will be going to the same school,” Sean says, standing back up and returning to serving.

  “Well, welcome to the States and if you need to know anything, you know where to find me. I work most nights, same as my brother.” He points to Sean; I knew they were twins.

  “Thanks, really appreciate that.” I do, I’m happy that I made two new friends. I take another sip of my beer and look back to our booth and he follows my stare.

  “You know them?” he asks me, nodding in their direction.

  “Cara is my cousin, just met the other two tonight.”

  “Cara is your cousin, now that’s interesting—wouldn’t have guessed.”

  Yeah, most people wouldn’t. “Yeah, I know.”

  I stay at the bar talking to either Cory or Sean and I’m actually having a good time. Cara comes over every now and then to make sure I’m okay. When the twins start to get too busy to talk, I just watch the band play. I am looking at the stage as the current band goes offstage. The lights overhead turn off.

  “Oh, my God, he is coming on.” I hear a shriek and see Cara standing next to me, pulling my arm.

  The crowd is cheering and already the floor in front of the stage fills with women. I must admit my interest is piqued. A single spotlight comes on and I see a guy’s silhouette. I try to squint my eyes to get a better look, but I still can’t see him well. I watch him as he walks to the microphone and he stops. No music, no sound, and the crowd quietens. I watch as he looks around him. Then I feel it. I feel like he is looking over in my direction, but surely he isn’t looking at me.

  I hear drums start off a beat, then the guitar and bass join in. When the first words leave his mouth, I feel like I’m frozen on the spot. His voice is husky but soothing all at the same time. I feel like his words are penetrating right through me. Full light now covers the stage and I can really see him and the band. But my eyes are trained on him as I take him all in.

  His black T-shirt looks tight on him, his jeans just sitting on his hips, and when he strums his guitar, I notice how his muscular arms bulge. He stops playing and holds the microphone with both hands, and even his hands look sexy. I have been attracted to men before, but not like this. I feel mesmerised.

  “Now you know why he is my future husband.”

  I feel like the trance is broken. What the fuck was I doing? Cara already told me she liked him and here’s me, staring at him like he’s a piece of meat. I feel the guilt seep into me.

  “Yeah, he sounds really good.” I turn around and ask Sean if I can have another beer when he’s ready. I don’t wait long till he passes me one. The bar has gotten busy and all I can hear is his voice.

  Stupid voice.

  “I’m going to see if I can squeeze through to the dance floor,” Cara says and I wish her luck as she leaves.

  I try to not look, but I must be a glutton for punishment because I feel like his voice is in my head, demanding for me to turn around. When I do, I wish I hadn’t as his eyes are on me. I gasp that they are. I look at his beautiful face, at his thick, dark brown hair. He really does look like sex on a stick.

  He looks away, looking around the room and into the crowd. I pray that his eyes go onto my cousin and I’m about to look away when he looks back up and looks at me. His eyes look dark and he is watching me intently. I feel my body heat up. I can’t tear my eyes away. I am praying for him to look elsewhere but he doesn’t.

  “Be careful with that one.”

  I thank the high heavens that I am pulled back into reality. I turn to see Cory looking at me with concern. “What do you mean?” I take a long drink from my beer.

  “He is the ultimate player. He bangs any pretty girl—the prettier the better.”

  Well, then that’s me definitely out. “Don’t think I’m his type, anyway.”

  He shakes his head at me. “I saw him watching you. He was looking at you like you were his next prey. I just wanted to warn you. If you are into the one-night stand thing then fair play, but if you’re not, he will fuck you, then leave you.”

  I open my mouth in shock and then close it again.

  “Sorry, think that was a bit too forward,” he chuckles. “Just be careful.”

  “I wouldn’t go near him, anyway. I think my cousin is in love with him.”

  “I think she thinks she is in love with him. It’s the fame and bad boy thing.”

  I nod in agreement. Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to him; maybe it is just the bad boy thing. “Well, she will know soon enough,” I say.

  “Yeah, when he sleeps with her and she realizes that he isn’t interested anymore.”

  Yeah, that’s going to suck, but I will be there for her. I know what jerks men can be. “I know if I tell her to stay away she wouldn’t listen, so it’s her lesson to learn.” I know it sounds harsh but it’s the truth.

  “Well, I better get back to it.”

  I nod and I turn back around, and like he knows my interest is back on the stage, Sebastian’s eyes land back on mine.

  Fuck.

  I tell Cory that I am heading back to the booth; he looks disappointed but nods. I go back and as soon as I sit down, Anna leaves, taking Calvin with her to the dance floor. I roll my eyes; I guess I’m looking after our booth. I am sitting there peeling the label off my bottle when Cara drops down next to me, screaming in my ear.

  “I think he noticed me. I am sure he gave me a wink. I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think he did.” She beams at me and I put on a fake smile.

  “I bet he did, how could he not?” Which is true—how can he see her and not be interested?

  “Hopefully when he is finished with his set he will come look for me.”

  “What do you mean he will come look for you?”

  “After he finishes, he normally picks a girl and tries to seduce her. Well, he does seduce them, if you know what I mean.” She winks at me.

  “You want him to pick you?” I shake my head.

  “Well, I have a plan—if he does pick me, I’m going to play hard to get, then I’m going to turn him down. I bet he never gets turned down and he is going to want me more and that’s when I will set my plan in action on taming him.”

  I look at her incredulously. “Well, hope it works.”

  She shakes my arm and takes a sip from her drink.

  The band starts to play a catchy song and Cara begs me to come dance with her. How could I say no? I love dancing and I
really want to, so I nod, and squealing once again, she drags me to the middle of the dance floor where we start moving. I let the music take over and I relax my body. Cara smiles at me and I smile back.

  The band’s music ranges from rock to pop rock, which I like. I notice they do some power ballads and we end up dancing to a few. I move my hips and at times, dance with my arms above my head or in my hair. I never look once at the stage, but I swear I can feel his eyes on me.

  I try to ignore it.

  I really do.

  “I think he keeps looking at me,” Cara says during one song, and I hope he is. The song ends and I finally hear his voice when he talks through the mic.

  “Thanks, guys, for listening. You rock.”

  Most of the women scream and I’m sure I’ve gone deaf. Cara’s eyes train on the stage as I walk away, heading back to the bar.

  “You looked good out there.” Sean wiggles his eyebrows and I lean over the bar to hit his arm.

  “Bet you say that to all the girls,” I chuckle at him.

  “Only the girls from the UK.” He winks at me and I can’t help but laugh. “Same again?”

  I nod. He passes me another beer, and handing him over the money, I tell him to keep the change, which gets me a wink in return.

  Another band comes onto the stage. They just play power ballads, so I mostly stay on the dance floor. Cara joins me but after a while, she starts complaining her feet are killing her and she wants to sit, so I tell her I will be fine and I dance on my own.

  The alcohol has made me feel tipsy and I feel mellow. I love this feeling. All the stress and worry has seeped out of me. I look over to the booth to make sure Cara is okay and I see her talking to Anna. I realise that Calvin is staring at her—a look that shows pure interest. I guess there’s more to him than meets the eye.

  A few guys have tried to dance with me but I turn them each down. I know by the look in their eyes what they are after, and they aren’t getting it from me. I am no virgin but I don’t do one-night stands. I like to have more of a connection if I ever let a guy get in between my legs.

  I don’t know how long I have been dancing on my own but I don’t care. A slow song comes on and I move my body slowly to the beat. I have my eyes closed as I let the music guide me and then I feel my skin start to tingle. I feel someone dancing behind me, but he’s not touching me. I can sense him moving with me, but he never touches.

  It’s like he is teasing me and I feel my heart beating a little faster. I have never wanted someone to touch me as much as I do now. I want his body close to mine. The song continues but he doesn’t make a move to close the distance. I start to think maybe I’m imagining it all.

  My body heats up further when I feel his hands finally touch me, holding onto my hips, his body swaying with mine—following mine. I don’t know who he is, but I have never felt this pull before. I let myself get lost in the music and his closeness. The next song comes on, and again it’s a slow one. I am about to turn around but his hands grip onto me tighter, making me stay where I am.

  He starts moving my hips, taking control of the movements. We have gone slower; his front is pressed into my back. I can feel his thumb stroking my bare skin and I swear my body shivers from the contact. I feel one of his hands leave my hip as he moves my hair from my shoulder and I feel his breath against my neck. I turn my head to the side but I keep my eyes closed, and he strokes his stubble against my cheek.

  My stomach is full of butterflies and I almost come undone when his lips touch my skin, kissing it. He scrapes his stubble over my neck to my jaw, teasing me. I am getting turned on by it. How can this simple act make me turn into a puddle of goo?

  His hand that is still holding my hip pulls me farther into him—I can feel his hard erection press against me. We are still swaying, but I’m panting with want. His hands leave me and he touches my shoulders, gliding down my arms until his fingers entwine with mine and guide my hands to the front of my jeans, close to my aching pussy. He grinds our hands against my thighs, close to my pulsing core. I can feel his breath picking up near my ear. Knowing he is turned on as much as I am is making me want to beg for him to keep going.

  I don’t care who is watching, because right now all that I’m concerned about is him and me. I release one of my hands and loop it so it’s around his neck as I push myself farther into him. His free hand starts stroking the side of my waist and hip. He starts grinding himself against me as we still sway in our own little world and I feel that ache start to build. I can feel him getting harder and I can’t get close enough. He holds onto my hips again and squeezes tightly. I lift my other arm so it’s also hooked around his neck as I push myself closer into him, even though we can’t get any closer.

  Our breathing is coming in fast. It’s like we are having sex through dance. I feel his nails dig into my side and I groan, gripping his hair. I hear him growl into my neck. I notice he starts to walk backwards and I follow him, neither one of us letting the other go. He could be taking me to Nevada and I wouldn’t care.

  I would follow him anywhere right now.

  We are hidden somewhere and I feel his lips press against my neck. His tongue licks across my jaw—tasting me. I start grinding my ass against his hard erection and again he growls, making me want to throw out all my morals and let him fuck me here and now. As though sensing this, he spins me around, his hands on my hips squeezing tighter—it’s almost painful but feels so good.

  He pushes me against a wall and he presses his forehead against mine. I finally open my heavy eyes and I gasp when I realise who I am dancing with. I am looking into a pair of beautiful dark blue eyes that belong to Sebastian.

  The guy my cousin is crazy over.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Holy shit, did Cara see me dance with him?

  Feeling angry, I push him away from me and he looks at me like I’m crazy. I’d rather let anger take control, than my lust. I can’t believe I didn’t see who I was dancing with. Who doesn’t look, though? He is staring at me, watching me, and I can’t look away. He walks to me again and my body goes on autopilot and I slap him hard across the face. I cover my mouth with my hand in shock that I did that. I didn’t even mean to do that.

  He looks angry and I don’t blame him. I am now speechless; no words will form. He walks back to me and pushes me hard against the wall again. He places both his hands on the wall—caging me in. His nostrils are flared, his eyes looking into mine darkly. “Why did you slap me?”

  His voice ripples through my whole body and I try not to groan. His voice has just shot right through me to my very core. I can’t believe I danced with him the way I did and just slapped him. He is still looking at me, waiting for a reply, and I am trying to form words. I lick my lips as I start to feel a little dehydrated and his eyes follow the movement.

  I need to walk away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I need to go, though.” I take a step forward hoping he will move, but he doesn’t and it makes me closer to his mouth. My eyes look from his soft lips to his eyes.

  “You dance with me, you seem to be into it as much as I am, slap me, and then have to go?” He pushes his body against mine so I move back against the wall. He looks at me darkly again and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. “Fuck me, you are so beautiful.”

  I look at him like he is the crazy one. My eyes are still on his and once again I feel like I’m lost. I suck in a deep breath, snapping myself out of it. It’s no wonder he is the ultimate player—his eyes, voice, and body are like sin. I put my hands on his chest and blimey, they are hard, but I push him slightly.

  “I need to go,” I breathe out. I know he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want him to let me go, but he has to. I need to harden myself up. “I’m not after a single fuck.” I duck under his arm but his hand hits the wall, blocking my way past. I roll my eyes as I realise that I’m making this a challenge for him. It’s like what Cara said, he probably isn’t used to girls walking away.

  Girls do
actually say no.

  “I love that accent.”

  Yeah, I have heard that before.

  “What if I offer you more than a one-fuck thing?” He pushes his body closer into mine again. “What if I fuck you now, fuck you in my home, on my couch, on my kitchen counter, and bent over the breakfast island? On my bed, and again in the shower in the morning? I will even let you sleep over, which is rare.” He pushes my hair from my shoulder and plants a soft kiss on my neck. “Say yes,” he breathes out. I close my eyes, feeling the sensation run through my system. I want to say yes; I want to take what he is offering, but I can’t do it. I couldn’t do that to my cousin. I couldn’t hurt her like that. I need her to not want him, but as long as she does, I can’t be near him.

  I can’t be just another girl he fucks and throws away.

  I know if I did, I would regret it.

  “No,” I say strongly so he’ll believe me. I push his arm away and start to walk away.

  “No?”

  I turn around and look him dead in the eyes. “No,” I repeat, walking away from him, and this time he lets me but I can feel his eyes on me until I’m out of his sight.

  I head back to the table and Cara screams and puts her arms around my neck, hugging me, and I feel myself relax, knowing she didn’t see me on the dance floor. I feel like shit now. I feel like the scum of the earth. I know Sebastian isn’t her boyfriend, but it’s girl code, isn’t it? When your friend or family say they like someone, you don’t try to pull them.

  I sit there quietly reliving the whole experience in my head and I hate that just thinking about it still makes me feel hot and needy. I try to pay attention to what Cara and Anna are talking about when they stop talking mid-sentence. It’s then that I realise why—Sebastian is standing next to our table.

  “Hello, ladies,” he says with his husky voice. “Hiya, man.” He nods to Calvin and Cara is looking at him like she is looking at a celebrity.

  “Hi,” she says, smiling at him as he looks at her then back to me again.