Still, the crowd chants louder, and your face still haunts.
Stage lights, sultry nights, but I’m hollow without you...
The blowto the back of my head, when it came, was so unexpected that I just stood there, swaying and shell-shocked. I groaned out loud as throbbing pain began to radiate through the back of my skull, and I cried out as I was shoved hard against a wall. Bile rose through my throat as the touch of cold hands slithered under my top and curled hard around one of my breasts.
That was when my senses rushed back to me like a vacuum whooshing inside my head, and I knew I was in trouble.
I’d never been touched like that before. Handsy stylists had brushed my skin inappropriately once or twice, but a hard look usually made them back off, especially when the band was in the same room.
But this was something else. This was full-blown sexual fucking assault.
With a shout, I tried to shove my attacker away, but he was too strong. Suddenly, I found myself pinned by his body. My eyes darted around, looking for a means of escape, trying to engage my brain and work out how the hell I was gonna get the asshole off me, which was when I felt his erection pressing against my stomach.
I gagged, my eyes darting up, trying to see if I knew the asshole. Maybe if I’d seen the guy around or spoken to him, I could have reasoned with him, but he was pressed against me so closely that I couldn’t see above his stubbled chin.
“Get off!” I shrieked, but he just pawed me harder.
My eyes lowered, and I spotted a tattoo on his chest. A holy cross with roses wound around it, their green stems thorny and sharp. That was when I heard a rip, and I knew he’d torn my top. His hands ran over my skin, everywhere he touched, crawling with ants under the surface, and I knew I was in deep trouble.
Iceman
The blonde was gorgeous.So gorgeous in fact, that I had to consciously drag my eyes away from her face and focus my attention back on the crowd.
Dischordium’s management had hired me and a few of the brothers to cover their personal security at a festival they were playing in Napa. The sponsors of the gig had supplied their own men, but now Dischordium had recently had a single enter the charts and were riding on such a high that their manager wanted to increase their protection.
After a quick scan of the audience, my stare flicked back toward the hot chick, and my mouth watered.
The blonde had turned her back to me, so I got an eyeful of her ripe, juicy ass. I had to adjust my crotch at the thought of grabbing a handful of that while sliding in and out. If that hot piece walked into the clubhouse, I’d be all over her like a cheap suit, but I was here to do a job, so I had to make like one of Snow White’s dwarves and say it’s off to work I go.
As I turned back toward the crowd, I caught sight of some dude slipping past one of the security guys and jumping up onto the stage near the wings. I glanced around to see if anyone else had caught it, but there was nobody around except for me. My eyes narrowed when I saw him go after the blonde, furtively looking around as he went.
Alarm bells went off like sirens in my head. The entire sitch felt shifty as fuck, but he didn’t notice me checking him out, which meant I’d get the jump on him if I needed to.
I followed, watching closely as he kept his ass to the shadows, which only put me on even higher alert. The asshole was an idiot. He was acting so suspiciously that he may as well have stuck a flashing beacon above his head that spelled out, ‘Weirdo stalker.’
It was fucking laughable, but then he was probably a rock groupie stoner who was too herbed up to give his surroundings a second thought. I suspected this because the stench of wacky baccy that wafted from him was eye-watering. I’d also been on his ass for a while and he hadn’t made me. He was so caught up in the girl that he’d forgotten to check his six.
The tool was giving more Joey Tribbiani vibes than Joe Goldberg.
Fuck my life.
The blonde, completely unaware she was being followed, made her way deep backstage toward the dressing rooms. She passed a roadie and acknowledged him with a fist bump with her pen and notebook still in hand, before continuing on her journey and going back to her writing. A corridor loomed ahead, and she headed right and fell out of sight. The guy followed closely, and that was when I heard her cry out.
I hauled into the corridor, my temper flaring when I saw the weirdo had the girl pinned against the wall. Her shirt was torn, and she had a dazed look about her that made my blood boil.
“Get off,” she shrieked.
His reply was to roughly grab a breast and try to kiss her.
I moved toward him before grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and dragging him away from her. Then, I pulled my fist back and smashed it into his jaw. With a curled lip, I watched as his head snapped to one side with the force of my punch, and he fell to the ground with a loud grunt.
My stare swung to the girl who was watching me, wide-eyed, with her lips parted in shock, and asked, “You okay?”
She pulled her clothes straight and nodded before whispering, “What the hell just happened? Then her shocked stare slid down to the floor where the dude lay, demanding, “And who the hell are you?”
He let out a groan.
“I gotta call someone to have him dealt with,” I explained. “Are you okay?”
