Page 61 of Naughty Dreams
“Don’t give me attitude, kid.” Roy leaned in, and DJ’s eyes widened. Roy choosing to get intimate here and now was taking him by surprise. Good.
Roy put his mouth on those brilliant lips and tasted. DJ’s whole body tightened but he held still as Roy had commanded. Roy took his time. He indulged his desire to stroke through the thick curls, grip and tug. Hard. Then he eased back and stood again. Gazed down at DJ. DJ didn’t touch him, but he’d moved his hand close to Roy’s foot.
“Just below the knee,” Roy said.
DJ gripped his ankle. The hold conveyed that he wanted more. “All of us half-naked and most of us barefoot, and you with your sensible hiking shoes and thick socks.”
Roy was wearing an ankle piece, a six-shot Walther, and DJ had found the holster. When DJ would have explored the handle, Roy gave him a stern “don’t even think about it” look and DJ withdrew. He rested his hand on Roy’s shin, his gazetraveling upward over Roy’s cargos and the embroidered logo of Bloodwell Security on the T-shirt.
“Thanks for watching over me, Roy.”
“You’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be. Most of the time.”
DJ looked down at his notebook, fingers playing with the page corner. “I’ll have to work harder at it. I’ll get more of the kind of attention I want from you if I misbehave.”
“Don’t count on it.”
DJ’s brown eyes sparked through his lashes. “I wish you could come join me in my cabin. Can you? Will you have an off shift?”
“No. Consider it your punishment for giving into your bandmate’s craziness.” Roy gave him a hard look. “You going to put your hand on yourself when you’re in your bed all alone?”
“You going to say that’s okay?”
“I like imagining you doing it when I’m not there to watch.” Roy’s gaze slid down DJ’s body, thorough in his assessment. “But forcingyouto only imagine doing it is something I like even more.”
“Bully. Jerk. Candy lover.” DJ laughed at Roy’s look of surprise. “The Tootsie Pops tarnished your badass image.”
“Fine.” Roy sighed. “I’ll puncture someone’s windpipe with the stick. Always having to prove yourself in this business, no vulnerable moment permitted.”
DJ’s expression became more serious. “I know I’m not the one supposed to give permission, but that’s permitted, Roy. Being vulnerable. You say I’m safe with you. I hope you know you’re just as safe with me.”
Roy gazed at him a long moment. He dipped in, tasted those lips another brief moment before he straightened and stepped back.
Nothing could be further from the truth, kid.
Potent words like that proved it.
CHAPTER TEN
Though they were always under pressure, it hit a new level. Over the next week, he and Roy had no time for anything but the occasional suggestive glance, and DJ was pretty sure his balls were turning blue.
The show had been high octane and crazy, the fans more amped up than DJ had ever seen. The latest album had gone platinum, and there was the crazed boyfriend thing. DJ shoving the girl and stepping away from his fans to keep them out of the line of fire had gone viral.
News agencies were clamoring for interviews, and the band was kept busy as they agreed with Moss on a schedule to deal with it. DJ refused any promotional focus on the shooting, and told Moss to keep attention directed toward the platinum album and teasing the upcoming one.
The increase in sales would help fund the work they were doing on the next album, because they wanted to bring in some studio musicians and big-name guests. The performance video taking shape in DJ’s head also wouldn’t be cheap, especially the pyrotechnic effects he had in mind.
Because of the stress levels, he, Steve and Pete took turns making sure Tal was crashing in one of their suites at night,rather than going off to his own room. Tonight it was DJ’s turn. Tal hadn’t wanted to leave the wild aftershow party when DJ knew it was time to go, but his drummer assured him he’d be back by dawn.
DJ knew that wasn’t likely, but he hoped Tal would show up in time to catch some decent shut eye. Or maybe he’d nap wherever he was after the two curvaceous women who’d been hanging on his muscled arms worked him over.
DJ told Warren’s man on his hotel door to let Tal in when he came, even if he arrived with company. Then he dropped into his own bed.
He was vaguely aware of Tal returning while it was still dark. His gut automatically eased in his half-sleep state, though he registered giggling. Tal had brought both girls back with him. Or maybe they were new ones.
His door squeaked open a crack. “Yo, DJ,” Tal whispered. “Want some pussy? I brought a spare.”
DJ rolled over. It was a little after three in the morning. He could barely see Tal with the light from the living room shadowing him, but he shook his head. “No man. All yours.”
