Grant led me closer to the front. Towards the stage. I felt my palms getting sweaty as we approached. I could see light from the arena on the other side. Out there were thousands of women who would kill to be where I was right now, and I had a feeling I was the one they’d be more than happy to kill.

Then again I hadn’t been ripped to shreds earlier when he pulled me up on stage so I suppose that was a plus.

The crowd was chanting. Grant pulled me over to get a quick look out on the stage proper. Far enough back that we couldn't be seen, but close enough that I could see the crowd. Women shrieking and screaming for the band to do another song even though it was obvious they were done. The lights were coming on overhead in the universal concert signal for “go home, nothing to see here.” That could have been me stuck out there worrying about the traffic I was going to have to sit through and dealing with ringing ears from music I didn’t care for. Only that wasn’t happening because I’d run into Grant and got backstage tickets.

Funny how life works out.

"All those women out there screaming for you," I said.

It was wild thinking about that. All those women wanted nothing more than to see Grant. Maybe get up close and personal. And here I was the one girl in the entire arena who didn’t even care for the band and I was the one back here with him. Like I said, funny how life works out.

Grant came up beside me and shrugged. "Occupational hazard."

He grinned as he looked down at me, and I saw him look me up and down . That quick look sent a thrill running through me. How could I have ever thought this guy was gay? There was no mistaking that look. Then again he had gone with that strange expectant look at the diner rather than jumping straight to the eye fucking that he was treating me to right now. If he’d opened with this in the diner instead of waiting for me to recognize him then things would have gone very differently.

Not necessarily in a good way either. I probably would’ve turned into a babbling incoherent mess even if I didn’t know who he was.

I felt something that made me jump even as it sent a thrill through me. Grant's arms snaked around me and his muscles pressed against my back. I closed my eyes as an involuntary shiver ran up and down my body. Damn he felt so damn good, and his body was still so very hot from being out onstage. The heat seemed to radiate off him in waves and it was causing a heat to rise between my legs in counterpoint to the feel of his body against me. Damn!

And this was the lead singer of a band I’d deliberately avoided for years doing this to me. It was like my body was committing the ultimate betrayal, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. There wasn’t anything I wanted to do about it. No, I wanted to stay like that with him pressed up against me and a crowd chanting his name in front of me forever. It was a quiet moment, but it was something that was going to stick with me for the rest of my life just as much as that moment on stage with him serenading me.

He did one better than just pressing against me though. His other arm wrapped around me and then his entire body was pressing against me. I froze, unsure of what to do. Unsure that this was actually happening. Sure there was the whole pop star thing he had going for him and that was nice and all, but more than anything I was just a woman with a hot guy pressing against her, not quite believing my luck.

Only the rock hard and sculpted muscles on his chest, his stomach, pressed against me were all too real. And then, holy shit, I felt something else that was rock hard pressing against me. Except it was pressing against my ass as he pulled me against him.

I felt a fire raging in my pussy where his cock was obviously connecting with my ass. Where he was grinding against me. Not even bothering to be subtle about it. And why should he bother to be subtle? This was Grant Thompson, we were backstage at a concert he'd just rocked judging by the women still screaming out there. He could have his pick of any girl out there and yet he was grinding against me.

I think that more than anything else was what did it for me. His status as the star of the show meant he could quite literally go out to any girl screaming in that crowd, a crowd probably filled with girls way hotter than me, and they’d come running at the snap of a finger. Maybe even at just a look. And yet despite having that power, despite having that choice, he was pulling me against him instead.

It defied explanation. I was nothing special. Not really. Yet here I was. I couldn’t deny what was happening when the rock hard evidence was right behind me!

I took in a quick breath, so quiet that I didn't think it could be heard over the roaring crowd outside, but he was close enough that he could feel it. He laughed a low laugh behind me. And he pressed against me even harder. To the point that he was practically dry humping me with the only thing preventing us from being seen by everyone out there was a few feet of scaffolding that hid the backstage area from the screaming throngs.

"You know I could have any girl I wanted out there," he said.

I shivered again. Was that a little egotistical? Sure, but from his tone he was just making a plain statement of fact. A plain statement of fact that I knew was absolutely true. And he was grinding against me for some reason.

I knew I was probably just one in a long string of girls he'd seduced this way over the years, but it felt so good. Only that thought brought up an even more confusing mix of emotions. What if this was just a show he was putting on? What if I was just another notch in his bedpost? What if this was a routine he used to dazzle girls at all his concerts and I was just the latest idiot to fall for it? It would be easy enough for him to use his position to pull something like this in every city on their tour and no girl would be the wiser.

Yet here I was practically throwing myself at him back here. Letting him grind against me and do what he wanted. Part of me wanted to shove him away and slap him for treating me no better than a groupie while another part of me very much wanted to melt into that sculpted body and let him have his way with me because goddamn had it been far too long since I’d had anything like this, and never with a guy this hot or this easy to be around!

It had been awhile since he said anything. Shit. He said something to me that sounded like it needed a response. What had he said? Right. Something about having any girl out there. The egotistical statement that launched me into a long bout of navel gazing. He was waiting for a response. What to say?

“If you could have any girl out there then why pick me?”

Damn it. I was looking for something to say but that seemed like the completely wrong thing. Bad enough that I was dealing with my own insecurities without voicing them to the guy who was way too hot to actually be interested in me!

To my surprise his reaction was to laugh. He trailed a hand along my left arm leaving a trail of goose bumps and fire, and then down to where he gripped my stomach and pulled me against him as his lips brushed against my ear. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt his hot breath, somehow hotter and more sensual than even his cock pressing against my ass.

"You really don’t know?" he asked. “You’re just full of surprises Mia. If anything I think you being naive about how goddamn hot you are just makes you that much more interesting.”

I sighed again. This was so incredible. So unbelievable. Here he was whispering exactly what I wanted to hear, though there was still a part of me that worried at how he was able to come up with exactly what I wanted to hear so easily. Almost as though he was practiced at this. Almost like it was a routine he’d practiced with other girls in countless other cities on countless other tours. Still, for the moment it didn’t seem like he was going to pull away because I'd opened my big fat mouth and I hate to say it, but in that moment that’s all I cared about.

"I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen when I first saw you at the diner. That’s why I approached you even though I don’t normally do that with fans. Then to discover you weren’t even really a fan? Well that makes you a challenge. And there's nothing I love more than a challenge."

He disengaged and it sounded like he was walking away. I stood rooted to the spot though. I couldn't move. Had he really just said that? I felt like I was about to have an orgasm right here staring out over the crowd and he hadn't done more than whisper a few words while making one hell of a promise. The most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen?

Talk about laying it on thick. I hated that I was falling for it. I hated that my emotions were an instrument he was manipulating like a skilled master.

"Are you coming?"

Oh hell those words could mean so many different things. And right now I knew exactly what it meant. My body was shivering and I felt an impossible pleasure between my legs. Holy shit. I really was in very real danger of coming just standing here thinking about what he'd just said! So I stopped for a moment and caught my breath. Tried to get my body under control. I was so fucking turned on, but I needed to get a handle on this. I was not going to come at just the thought of feeling him pressed against me!

After a moment I thought I could trust myself to turn around and face him. And so I did, and I realized I wasn't prepared at all. He'd pulled away from me but he was still right there. He was looking down at me with an obvious hunger and lust in his eyes, but underneath it all there was something else. There was a tenderness there. An almost hesitation that made it seem like he was in unfamiliar territory. That quieted my worries that I was just another groupie, though I suppose a skilled player would be able to give off that feeling.

I wanted nothing more than to jump on him. To grind my pussy against his cock and complete the delicious orgasm that had been building inside me. That had been threatening ever since he first pressed up against me. He was looking at me with tenderness and I was the one who was thinking with the brain between my legs and feeling the need to give in to pure animal lust.

Only I didn't. It was as though electricity was jumping between us, but I didn't give into that energy that was surrounding us. There was still something that was holding me back. Whether that was the fact that he was who he was or because we were in public was up in the air.

"Where are we going?"

"I was thinking back to the meet and greet?"

I sighed in disappointment. There were a lot of places I could think of going with him and a meet and greet where I’d have to share him with other women was the last of them. I was so keyed up that I would’ve done just about anything he asked in that moment. Apparently the disappointment was plain on my face, because he smiled.

"Don't worry," he said. "It'll only last for a little while, and then maybe I can show you my tour bus?"

Crap. I was disappointed when he said he wanted to go to the meet and greet, but at the same time going back to his tour bus felt like one hell of a step that might be going too far in the opposite direction. I could worry about that later though. The meet and greet sounded like a good idea now that I was coming down from that moment when I would’ve done anything and the more rational part of me was taking the reins in my brain once more.

Yeah, I really needed a breather to figure out what the hell it was that had me losing control every time I looked at him. Before I really lost control and did something crazy!

I smiled and reached out to take the hand he was offering. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I told myself that all I was doing was following him, having a little bit of fun. Having a little adventure that I could think about for the rest of my life.

I told myself that's all it was, but I had a feeling that so much more was happening. That I was pretending I was in control even as things were spiraling out of my control.

Despite those worries I let him lead me back to the meet and greet and whatever might be waiting beyond that.