Page 43 of Reverb
He didn’t know if she meant how he’d handled the reporter or his earlier statement.
“You didn’t happen to get the reporter’s name?” Adrian tapped away on his tablet. “Because there really hasn’t been scuttlebutt about you and Mish, other than that stuff early on. But that doesn’t mean sites aren’t going to sniff around to try to find out more. They always do.” He flipped his tablet closed. “They’re still trying to figure out if Dominic and I are really together, since there’s been no announcement about a wedding.”
David rattled off the reporter’s name. “How do you guys put up with that shit, anyway?”
Adrian made a face. “By ignoring it. It bothers Dominic something fierce, but I’ve gotten used to it.”
Marcella cleared her throat. “We try to keep the band’s personal lives as private as possible.”
“Not like I’m going to kiss and tell,” David said. “I like my life private as well.” Especially since being in public more might mean being outed to more people than he wanted as the paparazzi traced back his past. He didn’t particularly care about being known as trans—it was the fucking stupid questions about being trans that he hated with the passion of a million suns exploding at once.
Marcella nodded. “One of the reasons Ray preferred you for this job above the other candidates.”
Just then, the door to the dressing room opened, and Ray poked his blond head out. “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” Marcella said, her business face on. “Just getting updates from David and Adrian.”
Ray rolled his eyes, as if he knew what they’d been discussing. “Okay, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He slipped out into the hall and closed the door to the dressing room before leaning on it. “Tell me how it is out there.” His eyes met David’s. “The atmosphere.”
“Thick with excitement. Pit’s full. Lawn is filling up. Seats are a little empty, but I gather those sometimes are for the opening act.”
Ray twisted his face and looked just shy of sticking out his tongue. “They’re missing out. Two Times Strong is great. Speaking of which...”
Oh, that imploring expression. “Yes, there’s a spot you guys can watch.”
“Fucking awesome. I’ll let the others know.” He stole back into the dressing room.
Soon after, the rest of the band made their way out into the hall, and David damn well lost his mind when Mish walked through the door. From white and flowing to a short black leather dress and hot-pink fishnets, makeup, and jewelry. Quite a contrast, but equally as sexy and scorching hot.
His desire must have been obvious, because her smirk was out of this world, and she fucking winked at him. “Like what you see?”
Marcella chuckled low. Thank god Adrian was focused on Domino.
David fell in step next to Mish. “Of course I do. You’re stunning in everything you wear.”
“Mmmhmm. I’ve seen you look at me before and I saw you look at me now, and there is a difference, David.” Her eyes danced. They were hazel in the light of the hallway, and framed in black and pink.
“Thereissomething about leather,” he said. The thought of peeling Mish out of a dress like that before going down on her flickered through his mind and he nearly tripped over his own feet.
She kept her laugh soft, since they’d made it backstage. David touched her shoulder. “Need to show Ray where to go.” He worked his way past and her hand skimmed his ass.
Oh yeah, they really were gonna do this.
He ignored the uptick to his heartbeat and found Ray at the front of the pack, a step ahead of Zavier. David tapped him and spoke close to his ear. “Over this way.”
They wove through until they reached the side of the stage. From this vantage, they’d be able to watch the show but be hidden from all but the performers and techs. In fact, Two Times Strong was also in the wings, waiting for the signal to go on stage.
Ray worked his way up to the front. “Hey,” he said. “Knock ’em dead.”
Lane laughed. “If we kill them, who’s going to watch your show?”
There was that stunning grin that Ray Van Zeller was known for. “Eh, we’ll just bring ’em back to life when you’re done with ’em.”
Just then, the house lights turned off, the crowd cheered, and Two Times Strong ran out onto the stage.
Once more, a hand landed on David’s ass, then slid up to his waist, and he was entirely unsurprised to find Mish next to him, towering even taller in her heels. She murmured into his ear as Two Times Strong struck up their first song, her breath hardening his dick. “This okay?”
He leaned into her embrace. “Baby, more than.”
