17. Chapter Seventeen
17
Mia
I’m not sure how long we stand there, in the middle of the dressing room, staring at each other after I pull away from him. His green orbs are burning through me, searching my gaze for something, and they light up as if finding the hidden piece.
I want to ask him what it is that he’s found, but I don’t get the chance before he presses his lips against mine. This is a bad idea, especially in a place where anyone could walk in on us, and the only reason I gladly accept the kiss is because I had asked Carmen to head back with the rest of the band.
The only people who would walk in on us at the moment are the security team, and I’ve got a feeling they wouldn’t tell a soul what they saw if Evan demanded it. I run my fingers through his blond hair, tugging at the strands in desperation. Even though it feels like he’s as close as he can get, I need to be closer.
As if sensing my urgency, Evan turns the lock on the door, then grips my ass and lifts me up to carry me somewhere further into the dressing room.
My heart is still racing from the near-miss on stage. The image of that beam crashing down replays in my mind, a stark reminder of how close I came to losing Evan.
The place he takes me is much more hidden, a layer of darkness surrounding except for the dim light illuminating about ten feet away.
At least now that the door is locked, there won’t be any interruptions.
Oh God.
What do I think is going to happen? The man was nearly killed by that beam, and I’m standing here worrying about us being in a dangerous position.
Evan nips at my bottom lip, taking me out of my wayward thoughts and back into the moment, before gliding his tongue down the length of my neck. My toes curl, skin tingling at his touch, and I arch myself into him.
A girl can only do so much.
And God, the way he touches me feels like heaven. I couldn’t turn it down even if I wanted to — which I don’t. Maybe this is exactly what we both need.
I’m a mess after watching that huge thing almost crush him, but I’m sure he’s terrified. Whatever we do right now is the best way to get it out of our minds for now.
No, the best way to get it out of your mind is to find out who did it.
My conscious definitely loves to remind me of the more important things, which would be a good thing if it didn’t mean having to push away from Evan’s advances. I place my hand on his chest, my own rising and falling rapidly with my ragged breaths, and nudge him gently away from me.
He moves away without complaint, staring at me in confusion, and I sigh heavily. “As much as I’d love to keep doing that, this just got a lot more dangerous for you.”
Evan blinks, then nods. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I place my hand against his cheek, making sure he keeps looking into my eyes, and I give him a small smile. “Trust me, I don’t think I’d be able to deny these things I’ve been feeling with you if you asked. I’ve got a job to do, though, and I can’t do that with your lips all over me.”
Even though my brain told me to back away, my body can’t help but scream for more of his touches. My pussy is throbbing, reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man, but I can’t let that distract me.
As soon as I saw the way Evan is with Liam, I knew where my feelings were going. I’m falling for the rockstar standing in front of me, and it was only confirmed when I thought he was going to be killed tonight.
When I heard the creak of the beam above us, my eyes zeroing in on it steadily tilting down, my heart dropped almost immediately. I remember Carmen hissing at me when I started bolting across the floor, making it onto the stage, but I ignored her.
This is my job. Those are the things I’m supposed to look out for, and I’m only grateful that I wasn’t distracted at the moment. I’m certain if the guys hadn’t planned a special welcome back for Donny, it would’ve been a completely different story, and I’d have been spellbound by the bass Evan produces.
Once I knew Evan was safe, I could feel my eyes stinging with tears, but I couldn’t show that much emotion in front of everyone. While I frantically checked over Evan, just to be sure he wasn’t injured, I also pushed the tears back.
If something had happened to him… well, I don’t know what I would do.
“Hey,” Evan’s voice pulls me back to the present once again, and he’s staring at me with a frown on his face. “Mia, are you okay?”
I should turn away from him and put all my focus on catching the person who almost cost Evan his life, but it’s like there’s this magnetic pull between us that I can’t help but lean forward and capture his lips back against mine.
Evan is surprised by the action at first, considering I just pushed him away from me, but deepens the kiss by pushing his tongue through my parted lips. For a few minutes, this is all we do while he roams his hands over my curves.
He pulls his mouth away from mine, pressing tender kisses along my jaw, and goes further down until he reaches the neckline of my t-shirt. I expect him to stop there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grips the edge of the shirt and tugs it over my head.
The fabric falls to the floor, but I can’t focus on where it lands because he’s creating a trail with his tongue along the outline of my breasts. I let my head fall back against the wall he’s got me pressed against, then arch myself into him.
“I think this is a perfect way to end the night,” he rasps into the darkness while slowly easing my bra straps down my shoulder.
He brings a long arm around me, unclasping the garment with a quick snap of his fingers, and it frees my breasts from their hold. I’m in a daze, watching him through the tiny sliver of light as he leans forward and swirls his tongue slowly over one nipple.
My body is vibrating with need and all I want is to be closer to him.
This is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. The only thing I should be doing is trying to figure out who’s going after him.
Evan drops his hands to my hips now, fiddling with the edge of my waistband and teasing me with his next action. I shift my hips, begging him silently to take my pants off, and he obliges without a word.
He seems to be as eager as I am.
The sound of my zipper being pulled down echoes in the room, and I gasp when he pushes his hand beneath my panties, his fingers rolling over my clit in what feels like slow motion. I need more.
While he keeps moving his fingers over my sensitive bud, I drop my legs from around him and place my feet flat on the floor so I tug my pants the rest of the way off. He watches me, fire blazing in his eyes that shine in the darkened corner, and when I’ve finally stepped out of the fabric, he slams his lips against mine.
His hand is still cupping my pussy, fingers gliding through my center easily, and I suck in a sharp breath when he pushes a thick digit into my entrance.
“Shit,” he mutters against my lips. “You’re already so wet for me, Mia.”
I reach forward, fumbling for the front of his pants, and when I’ve finally got hold of it, I eagerly unfasten them to push them down his legs. He steps back enough that his lips are still fused with mine, my body being held against the wall while he is also able to step out of the pants.
We’re really going to do this.
Before he comes back toward me, his lips part from mine, and he sighs heavily. “There’s no turning back, Mia. Tell me to stop.”
Is he insane?
That’s definitely not happening.
Instead of answering, I slam my lips back against his and give him my silent answer. He understands, his free hand coming to one breast and massaging it frantically. Before anything can happen, he pulls away from me and leans toward his pants for something.
When I hear the foil packet being ripped open, I’m just thankful one of us had their heads on straight enough to worry about a condom.
I’m breathing heavily, watching under the very dim lighting in the distance as he rolls the condom over his thick length, and I look him in the eyes as he steps forward. My back is still against the wall, my skin sticking to it from the sweat rolling off my frame, and I’ve never felt better than I do right now.
He reaches a hand back, clasping it around the back of my neck, and at the same time slams himself into me in one hard thrust. I’m not sure when he took my panties off, but there’s nothing stopping him from giving me exactly what I’ve been craving.
“God, you feel so perfect,” Evan grinds out, rocking his hips against me slowly as he takes in the feel of me around him.
It’s been years, yet feels like no time has passed at all.
I spread my fingers over his back, digging my nails into his skin roughly until he sucks in a sharp breath, and I moan loudly when he shoves himself deeper inside of me. If it weren’t for everyone being out of the building, I’m sure they would be able to hear me right now.
“I want you to look at me,” he says breathlessly, his forehead pressing against mine as he continues to thrust inside of me at a frantic pace.
I’m not sure how I manage to look into his eyes, but I do it anyway.
There’s emotion swirling in them, calling out to me, but my release is taking over all common sense, and I can’t pinpoint what they are.
I’ll worry about that later.
Evan grunts with his thrusts, then slowly eases one of my hands into his palm and threads our fingers together while bringing the hand above my head. I’m weak for this man, there’s no use in denying that.
He’s got his knees bent enough that I’m resting on them, and it only makes my brain grow fuzzy with the idea that he’s doing all this while still slamming himself into me. I’m going to be ruined by the time we are done.
My legs shake against his waist, which only pushes him further, and I meet his movements with my hips. Evan removes the hand threaded through my fingers and glides it down my stomach until it’s resting over my clit. He applies just enough pressure that my stomach dips with an oncoming orgasm.
“That’s right,” he whispers to me. “Let it out, Mia.”
“Oh God, Evan!” I cry out, my eyes staying locked on his as my release comes crashing down.
His movements become harder, my back slamming against the wall with his movements, until he’s jerking with his own release. My name falls quietly from his lips, much quieter than I was able to do, and we’re breathing heavily as we come down from the high.
“We should tell Liam that you’re his father,” I blurt out. “He deserves to know.”
I mentally smack myself on the head, knowing that’s not exactly the kind of conversation he had in mind after what we just did, but I can’t take it back now.
Evan chuckles, slowly slipping out of me. “Not exactly the conversation I had in mind after that, but I can’t say that doesn’t make me happy.”
He pulls away from me, allowing me the moment to get my legs onto the floor, and bends down to grab his pants.
“What changed your mind, darlin’?”
When I slip my clothes back on without an answer, he walks over to me and cups my cheek with a small smile. “I’m okay, Mia, but I agree that it’s a good idea. Not until this blows over, though.”
I nod.
Even though the stalker already knows about Liam, there’s no reason to cast more attention on our son.
“Ready to head back, Goldie?” I ask while pulling away with a smirk.
He rolls his eyes but smiles down at me. “More than ready. I’m in need of a good cuddle after tonight.”
We make our way back through the space he carried me into, but before he can pull the door open, I bring him to a stop. He looks at me, looking happy, and raises a brow. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?”
His shoulders slump forward, and he sighs. “I’m not great, but I’m glad I’ve got you here for me and that you saved me.” He shivers. “I don’t want to imagine what it would’ve been like if you didn’t notice…so, thank you.”
He presses his lips gently against mine, one of those pecks that married couples place on each other before they head to work, and my stomach erupts with butterflies. I could see this being an everyday thing – me waiting for him in the dressing room, eager to see the sweat drip from his hair from being on stage for hours and craving that scorching touch.
***
The drive back to the house is tense, filled with unspoken words and stolen glances.
My mind races, trying to process everything that's happened - the attack, our intimate moment, the decision about Liam. As we pull up to the house, I still myself. Whatever's waiting for us inside, I need to be alert and professional.
When we get into the house, everyone is sitting in the living room, looking as though someone died. I guess it makes sense. That could’ve very well been Evan. Carmen darts her gaze up as if just now remembering that she saw Evan alive and well before she left and rushes over to us with her arms spread out for him.
He gives her a quick hug and chuckles. “Carmen, I’m alright.”
She sniffs, then takes a deep breath and swipes at her eyes. “Right, right.” Before anything else can be said, she clears her throat and waves a hand inside. “We have some things to discuss.”
“Actually,” Evan says. “I’ve got something I need to say first, as long as that’s okay?”
Carmen nods. “Of course.” Her eyes drop over to me, then travel down, and she scrunches her eyebrows together.
I step away from Evan, fearing that I might be too close to him, and she looks back at him without a trace of confusion on her face.
Evan takes a deep breath, looking at all the guys sitting on the large leather sofa, and says, “I think it’s time we think about postponing the rest of the tour.”
He doesn’t let anyone else talk and just keeps going. “That could’ve been anyone tonight. What if me and Jace had switched places for the show?” His eyes shine, his emotions shining through, and he shakes his head. “I just…I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen.”
Brent is the first one to clear his throat, and he rises from his place on the couch. “I’m glad you mentioned that because that’s what we were going to tell you. We’re not worried about us, but someone is going to great lengths to come after you, and I’m scared, man.”
They clearly have a good bond, and it makes my chest tighten. I glance at the other two and note the glistening eyes of Jace, who probably didn’t know how much he actually meant to Evan — he does now.
“I’m glad we’re all on the same page,” Evan says softly. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”
“Yes,” Carmen says, finally jumping into the conversation. “Why don’t we let you get some rest? I’m sure you need it.”
Evan nods. “Thanks, Carmen, for everything.”
She shrugs. “It’s my job. Do you need anything?”
“Actually, I would like Mia to come with me. After what happened a few nights ago, with someone throwing something into my window, I’m not sure I feel safe in my room any longer. I’d like her stationed outside of it.”
Carmen looks at me, a level of doubt on her features, but she nods and gives him a smile. “Of course, Evan, if that’s what you want.”
He nods curtly, then lets the rest of the band clap him on the back before we head down the long hallway toward his room.
When he turns around, I’m struck by the level of heat in his eyes that I come to an abrupt halt. He leans forward, clearly planning on kissing me, but I place a hand on his chest with a frown. “We can’t do that here,” I whisper.
Before anything else can happen, he tugs me into the bedroom and shuts the door behind us. I’m about to protest — what if Carmen comes down here? — but he doesn’t give me the chance. There’s something more in this kiss, like it’s going to be his last one and there’s no one else he’d rather it be, and I can’t help but to let him do it.
My head grows dizzy from the sensations coursing through me, and I end up stumbling back against the door. I freeze, waiting for the footsteps to sound on the floor, but there’s nothing but hushed voices coming from the living room.
No one is coming here.
“I need you, Mia,” Evan grinds out against my lips, his hand moving to cup my ass as he grinds himself against me.
There’s a bulge in the front of his pants, showcasing just how much he needs me, and I mimic his movements by rolling my hips against him. “Then take me,” I whisper into the kiss.
That’s all I needed to say to him. Within seconds, I’m being lifted and placed on the bed with gentle care. His eyes flick over my frame, then he steps closer and tugs my black t-shirt over my head. The way he looks at my chest makes my cheeks heat, and I watch him as he takes an easy step forward.
He comes to a stop in front of me, then drops to his knees at the side of the bed and slowly drags the zipper of my black pants down. All the while, his eyes stay glued on me. Once the pants are placed on the floor, he glides one of his large hands up my leg until he reaches the waistband of my panties.
He presses a finger against my clit, the lace still covering it, but my body sings with the movement.
I’m craving him more than I thought I ever could. More than I did all those years ago. I need him as much as he needs me.