Page 25 of Wild Stars (Rock His World #2)

CHAPTER 25

Dare

Matty buries his face in my shoulder, groaning in his sleep as my alarm sounds like a damn foghorn.

“Fucking shut that off,” he grunts.

I try my hardest to reach the damn thing, but with Mateo Star holding onto me like a damn koala on a eucalyptus tree, I have to stretch.

Which knocks my damn phone off the nightstand, onto the floor, and shuts it off for the time being.

“I think I’m losing circulation in my arm,” I quip, but my voice is full of laughter, and I can’t stop smiling.

Matty threads his leg through mine, nuzzling his lips against my neck.

“Bullshit,” he groans, his gravelly Batman voice so much sexier when he’s half awake.

His cock presses against my side and the memories come rushing back.

The roses still sit on the dresser, the only evidence that what happened... really fucking happened.

Matty showed up at my door and told me he loved me.

He gave me his heart in ink and flesh, and I gave him the same.

“What time is it, anyway?” he asks as he pulls me closer, planting a kiss on my lips.

“Like eight thirty, why?”

“I told Geo and Hailee I’d meet them for brunch at eleven.”

“Eleven? That seems kinda late.”

“What can I say, I like to sleep in when I can,” he says with a grin, hooking his knuckle under my chin.

“This is not sleeping,” I say as I sink into his kiss.

He thrusts his hardness against me and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.

I am at his fucking mercy, and I don’t think that will ever change.

“Sure it is,” he whispers darkly.

The alarm blares once more and we both groan.

“I’m heading for the shower,” I say, jumping from the bed and heading for the bathroom. I turn to see Matty dressing himself, but his dark hair looks disheveled as hell, and despite his nice clothes, there is no denying the truth of the matter.

Sex hair does not lie.

“I’ll see you at the show then,” he says, clearing his throat as he stops in front of me.

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness, but I don’t give a shit for once.

When Matty looks at me, I feel like a star.

“Yeah. I’ll see you then,” I reply as he leans in to place the softest kiss on my lips.

“Stay out of trouble, okay?” he says, but his tone is light.

“I make no promises.”

And that’s the damn truth.

* * *

I watch as Matty and Hailee finish up their last song. Satellites . The crowd roars, calling for an encore, and I can’t help but smile.

Matty’s gaze flashes to mine and I give him a knowing look. The crowd chants, and that’s when I hear their words, or word , I should say.

Control.

A smile forms on my face and I give him the thumbs up.

He looks at Hailee, who is not moving, poised at her keyboard. And that’s when I see the familiar mess of blond hair on the opposite side of the stage. I wave to my brother, but he doesn’t see me.

He’s too fixed on Hailee.

Matty speaks into his microphone. “You want control, huh?” he asks, his dark, gravelly voice causing a sea of screams to erupt.

I holler from the sidelines.

“What do you think, Hailee? Think we should give them control ?”

Hailee nods, grinning as she speaks into her microphone. “Oh, fuck yeah!” she replies and the crowd screams again.

Matty strums the chords on his guitar, looks at her, and then stops.

“You know... I could use a little back up, though.” He nods to Hailee.

“Hmmm, you might be onto something,” she chirps, flashing him with a grin. “Like, what if we had a killer bassist.” Her eyes sparkle with evil intent.

“Oh no,” I say to myself as Richie stands straighter.

“Yeah, and maybe a killer guitarist to back up my vocals.”

The crowd screams.

“Yeah, I think we have some killer musicians who could help us out.” Hailee smiles before heading into the wings, and Matty turns to look at me, smirking like the absolute asshole he is.

“What do you say, Dare ? You got any more juice?” His grin is wicked, and I shake my head.

Fucking hell. I’m going to make him pay for this later.

And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it, too.

I don’t think twice about strolling out on stage. After all, it’s where I’ve always felt the most comfortable.

And sharing a stage with the man I love... well, that’s just a fucking bonus.

A stagehand hands me a mic clip as Hailee pulls my brother on stage.

It takes both of us all of two minutes to get our instruments and sound packs, and get in place.

I stand behind Matty, my gaze catching his as he nods.

“Knock ‘em dead, wild star.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply as I strum out the beginning chords of Control , finally feeling like all my dreams have finally come true.