Free Rock Me : Wicked by Arabella Quinn

behind me. "I wouldn't get too comfortable around
here."
    I turned around,
facing Cassie. "Were you talking to me?"
    She smiled nicely,
but I could see the fire shooting out of her eyes. "He'll forget about you
just like he forgets about all the other girls once he leaves. When he's
lonely, he'll turn to me."
    Why didn't I just
keep my mouth shut? Just because she had delivered a direct hit, didn't mean I
had to fall for her nonsense. Unfortunately, backing down was something I
rarely did.
    "Funny, Alex
said you were just some chick that stalked the bands."
    Her eyes narrowed.
I was expecting a vicious clawing at any moment. "Funny, Alex never
complained before. He must have fucked me more than twenty times and never said
a word."
    I was getting that
queasy feeling again. A feeling of panic and fear. That I was fooling myself
into believing in something impossible.
    Cassie face beamed
triumphantly at my lack of response. She had won. More so than she knew.
    Just in time to
save me from mortal embarrassment, Mason Nash, the lead singer of Warning Shot,
walked over and draped his arm casually around Cassie's neck. "Who's your
friend, Cassie?"
    She looked me over
and shrugged, "No one." She shook of Mason's arm and walked away.
    I stood awkwardly
making small talk with a huge rock star for a few moments because I couldn't
get Cassie's mocking words out of my head. I was pretty devastated. Alex
finally made his way back to me with our beers, and pulled me onto his lap in
empty spot on the couch.
    His eyes were
shining; he looked so happy. "Are you having a good time?"
    I spotted Cassie
across the room watching us. "Yes. This is really exciting. I was just
talking to Mason Nash. It's like a different world."
    Alex took a sip of
beer. "I do this every damn night. I think sitting on the beach with you
was more exciting. And what we did afterward."
    The heated stare
he was giving me had me tingling with awareness. My pussy was throbbing with
desire and a tiny little piece of me knew that Cassie was still watching. I
twisted in his lap and kissed him passionately. Intimately. A kiss that made
promises of things to come. Wicked promises .
    And while I was
trying to turn Alex on with a scorching kiss, I ended up falling under my own
spell. I lost touch with reality and grew dizzy with need, drowning in the sparks
of energy that flared between us.
    It was Tyler that
broke up our blazing kiss. "Alex, man. We've gotta get going now."
    The tour manager
came and dragged Cold Fusion away to do their fan greetings and pre-show
preparations. Alex handed Melissa and me off to a woman, Rosie, with
instructions for her to take care of us. We would be sitting in a VIP area for
the show and then Rosie would take us backstage as soon as Cold Fusion's set
was over.
    I grabbed a bottle
of water and sat down with Melissa to wait for the show as we watched the
general seating filling up. "So, how are things going with Tommy?"
    Melissa put her
feet up on the rail in front of us. "Great. That boy is really fun."
    "Are you guys
going to remain in touch?" I took a sip of my water.
    Melissa laughed.
"I doubt it. I mean- did you see all those girls hanging around? And that
was just the pre-party. He'll forget me by tomorrow."
    I swallowed the
lump in my throat. "Yeah. You're probably right."
    "Oh,
Evie!" Melissa spun in the seat towards me. "I didn't mean it like
that. Tommy and I were just fooling around, having fun. We both knew that. But
you and Alex are different. You have a history together and I can tell he really
likes you."
    I shook my head
sadly. "I'm in trouble, Melissa. I've fallen for him. And it's going to
hurt like hell."
    Melissa just
groaned in response.

Chapter Seven
    Cold Fusion's set
flew by. We sat at a strange angle from the stage, but luckily on the same side
that Alex played on. Alex looked completely at home on stage, whether he was
jamming next to Nick or singing back up for Tyler. Twice, Alex sang lead. I
loved watching him play his