The Complete Rockstar Series

“Ross,” I interrupt Mitch before he can speak. “Can you all give us a minute alone?”

Mitch shakes his head and slumps back in his chair, chewing on his pen. I scowl at him, pissed that he’s unintentionally turning me on. “Sure.” Ross stands up and gathers his things. “Come on, let’s go.” He motions to the new security guards that are in the meeting. “Gavin, we’ll meet later today. I’ll text you the details. You guys obviously need to talk longer than a few minutes.”

Everyone files out of the room, leaving me alone with a tired looking Mitch. That bastard knew what this meeting was about and didn’t warn me.

“You can’t do this, Mitch,” I plead, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Fear grips me hard, thundering through my blood like an out of control freight train. “I won’t lose you.”

Mitch grabs my hand, tugging me down onto his lap. Strong arms wrap around my waist as I straddle the chair. I breathe deep, trying to quell the panic rising up inside.

“You’re not going to lose me, Gavin. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to be able to get rid of me.” Mitch’s attempt at levity falls flat.

“Please don’t do this.” My voice cracks with emotion.

Mitch reaches up to push my hair back from my face. His hand slides behind my neck, holding me in place, our foreheads pressed together. “If you feel that strongly about it, I won’t do it, okay? It was just an idea.”

Fuck. Now I’m all twisted up inside with feelings, deep feelings. Is it possible Mitch feels the same? Hell, I’ve only known the guy for six weeks. We’ve been together for less than two. I can’t be that far gone already, can I?

“Thank you,” I whisper, brushing a soft kiss across his lips. When I try to pull back, Mitch’s hand clamps down on my neck. His tongue flicks out, tracing a line across my mouth that I can feel all the way down to my toes. I have so many things I want to say, but they all fall out of my head.

Mitch opens his mouth wider, his tongue practically reaching the back of my throat. A shudder travels the length of my body, the vibrations pulling a guttural groan from Mitch.

When his hands drop to my ass and he grinds our cocks together, my mind stutters and stalls, coming to a complete halt it turns to dust.

“Wait, Mitch—” I push at his chest, disengaging our mouths.

“What?” Hooded grey eyes look up at me. “I promised I wouldn’t act as bait for the stalker, Gav. The plan is shelved.”

“I know,” I gasp as he lifts his hips, dragging our cocks against each other again. “Just… we’re in a hotel conference room.”

Mitch pauses, then bursts out laughing. “See what you do to me? You make me forget where I am. Get up, let’s go upstairs.” He lightly smacks my ass.

With pleasure.

Mitch

We’re just checking into our hotel in our second to last city when my phone rings. I glance down at the screen. “Shit.”

My rare curse has Gavin glancing at me out of the corner of his eye while he continues to speak with Hawke.

Steeling myself, I decide that now is as good a time as any. Never would be better. I swipe the button to answer the call. “Mom?” I turn and cross the lobby, looking for a place to sit.

“Mitchell? Where have you been? Why haven’t you rung me back? It’s been ages!” My mother immediately sets in on me, making me feel about four years old instead of thirty-two.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“Bollocks! You’re not fine! What’s all this on the news? Since when are you gay? And taking up with a celebrity?” Her British accent takes me right back to my childhood in London.

“Mom, please. Can we discuss this another time?”

My eyes catch Gavin’s across the busy lobby. His face is lined with stress and his gaze filled with curiosity. He looks as if he’s about to head my way so I hold up a finger and shake my head. Gavin frowns at the gesture, but remains with our group.

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“No you may not, Mitchell Robert Hale!”

Groaning, I drop my head into my hands. I can’t drop these bombs on my mother over the phone. It’s definitely an in-person kind of announcement, telling your parents you’re gay. Oh, and that you may have a stalker leaving bloody body parts backstage at concerts because he’s got a fucked up thing for your new boyfriend.

“I’m in D.C. for work, mom. Why don’t I come by for dinner? I can explain everything then.”