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    He sat up and quickly grabbed her before she had a chance to get free, pushing her back onto the bed, pinning her down by her wrists, parting her legs with his knee.
    “You’re such a bastard, Mark Cassidy.”
    “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”
    She looked up at him.   Handsome as hell and unpredictable to the end but he was right.   She wouldn’t have him any other way.   The craziness and uncertainty was a major turn on, it made their relationship what it was.   It kept it alive.
    His fingers tightened around her wrists and she closed her eyes as he started to kiss her neck and she knew they were going again.   Round and round, the same old story, time and time again, it never changed.   And yet she didn’t think she’d ever tire of him.   He may go off and sleep with other women when he needed his ego feeding, because that was one thing Stevie wouldn’t do.   And Mark Cassidy needed to be loved and adored and know that he was the famous rock star he’d always wanted to be.   But she’d never go down that route with him because when he was done with the groupies and the fans who just wanted a piece of the fame that Mark Cassidy represented, when he was finished with all of that, he always came back to her.   He always needed her.   More than he needed anything he needed her, and deep down inside he knew that.   Did she want him completely?   No.   She didn’t.   She didn’t want anyone completely.   She’d been down that road before, before all of this, and she was in no hurry to go back to what she’d left behind.   It only brought back unhappy memories and a pain she didn’t want to re-live.   A pain she’d never talked about.   A pain she didn’t want anyone in this life to ever find out about.   It was where it should be now.   Hidden away but never forgotten.
    “You ok?” Mark asked, loosening his grasp of her wrists slightly.  
    She just smiled, closing her legs around him and letting him in, letting him back inside.   “Just fuck me, Mark.”
    And who was he to argue?
     
    ***
     
    The sound of the crowd was incredible, the atmosphere intense and heady as they waited for Black Rock Diamond to take to the stage.  
    Stevie and the crew had taken just a few quick minutes to set everything up for the band but that short amount of time out there had felt electric.   She always got a buzz running out onto the stage when the crowd were there, listening to the barrage of noise that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.   The rush was something she almost craved, and if she felt like that just setting up amps and guitars then God knows what Johnny and the guys must feel when they stepped out onto the stage.  
    As she set up Mark’s microphone she took a quick look out at the mass of people that seemed to stretch way into the distance for miles, all of them anticipating the set that the guys were about to play.   It was an amazing sight, like an almost never-ending sea of people.   This was where she definitely belonged and she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be.   Mark and the band, the guys in the crew, they were her family now, and this world was her life.
    She checked the microphone was in place and took a quick look off to the side of the stage.   Mark and the guys were arriving in the wings; Johnny’s guitar slung over his shoulder, Billy’s drumsticks stuck in the back pocket of his jeans, Jack smoking one last cigarette, another unlit one shoved behind his ear.   And Mark, well, Mark just looked like the sexy, full-of-attitude rock star that he was.   Back in his black t-shirt and jeans, his hair still ruffled from the crazy sex they’d had not half an hour ago, she wondered who’s heart he was going to break tonight.   Because he’d be pumped full of adrenalin after this, on a high that only having his ego massaged was going to help him cope with.   And she wouldn’t do that.   She wouldn’t tell him how amazing