Page 65 of Wild Stars

Younger, even.

His dark eyes peer at me, dancing with anxiety, and I can tell heisscared.

Because beneath the powerful, bitter, rockstar Batman persona of Mateo Star...

Matty is just a man like me.

Someone whoneedsthe kind of love and acceptance he gives everyone else.

The words come easy to me, and I don’t think twice about them as they slip from my lips.I’ve never felt as confident off stage as I do when I look at him.

“Do you want to, uh, get out of here?Go somewhere else?”I know the darkness in my voice is exposing me as the desperate man I am.

Desperate for him.

I watch as his bright blue eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky.I don’t miss the glimmer of excitement that shines in them amid the neon lights as he tucks his shades in his front shirt pocket.

For a moment, I think he’s going to snap, that he’s going to pull away from me or deck me himself.

But he does no such thing.

His flesh against my palm is hot, and I can feel his pulse racing beneath my touch.

“Yes.”It’s a simple answer, but the weight of it is not lost on me.

Yes.

“Okay,” I say, smiling as he pulls out his phone.

“I...think it is late, and we should get you home,” he states, his voice gravelly, and all at once I think I gravely miscalculated.

He doesn’t want to leave with me.Not like I thought.But I can’t fight him, thinking perhaps maybe heisright.Maybe after this crazy day, I do need to just head home.

Matty pulls me through the crowd as my thoughts spiral, and by the time we are out of Rosie’s, the limo is already waiting.

Matty opens the door for me, and I crawl in, feeling a sense of defeat as I try to wrap my head around everything’s that happened.

How could such a great night go to shit so fast?

I performed my heart out this evening forhim.

And now...

The door is barely shut before I open my mouth to speak, but the words don’t make it out.

Because the second I open my mouth, Matty’s lips crush mine with a startling ferocity.

I crumble like a well-baked cookie underneath his force as he grabs me by the throat.

His tongue slides into my mouth, and I note that he tastes bitter, like whiskey, but there is a smooth, sweetness that lingers on his lips.

But that’s just Matty.He’s bittersweet, and I love his taste.

I think I’m totally in love with him.

Fuck me.

“Matty,” I sigh, as he pushes me into the cushions, throwing his leg over my lap.His hand on my neck tightens as he grinds his jean-clad cock against me, making me see stars as he bites at my lower lip.

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