I suddenly realize that we’re bare again the feeling only natural for us. “Inside of me,” I groan as I feel my orgasm take hold, forcefully squeezing and hugging every inch of his wide cock instrong pulses.
He lets out a loud growl and plants himself firmly, emptying his warm seed deep inside of me once again as his cock jerks. When he finally stills and gently pulls out, a knock at the door interrupts the pleasure filled moment before I can bring up what we really need to discuss. He rolls off of me and I flip around, pulling the sheet around us quickly to cover both of our bodies.
A moment later, Bex pokes her head into the room, takes in the sight of us, and then rubs her temples dramatically with a sigh.
“Dove, come out here for a moment so I can talk to you. Please.”
I cast a glance at Dallas who nods wordlessly.
Bex closes the door behind her as I quickly jump up, pull my dress back into place, and smooth down my hair. There’s no use pretending we were up to anything other than what she just witnessed. If she didn’t see it directly, she certainly heard us—there’s no hiding that.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time. I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble.”
I shake my head, fully aware that neither of us cares whether anyone saw or heard what we were doing. I lean down, brushing a soft kiss against his lips as he watches me closely. I wish I could erase the concern etched across his face and reassure him that everything will be fine. He did the right thing defending me, even if it was a bit more force than necessary, and Bex, despite her tough exterior, only means well. I’ll explain everything to her and assure her that Dallas isn’t going anywhere in my life.
Slipping out through the bedroom door, I find Bex sitting at the very front of the bus, waiting impatiently. Her already thin lips are pressed even tighter as she bounces her heels up and down.
“It’s not good for your image to have him here,” Bex states before I can even take a seat.
“Why? Nobody knows who he is. He basically doesn't exist if youlook him up online.”
“What if someone other than me had just walked in on you two? Or, what if someone took the little head rub you gave him on stage as something more than friendly banter between you and your security detail?”
She sighs when I don’t respond then hands me her phone.
“What’s this?” I glance down, noticing that it’s a photo of us from when we landed in LAX earlier this morning.
Dallas had intentionally walked further back while I weaved through the crowd, talking to fans, signing memorabilia and luggage, and taking photos. He’s said that he wanted to respect my privacy and image which I found incredibly honorable and thoughtful. Many of the men I’d dated in the past latched on to me like a leech, sucking the fame I had in an attempt to gain their own popularity or worse, social media followers.
“Ok… so it’s a photo of me where he happens to be in the frame. So what?” I ask.
She taps the screen, zooming it in on Dallas’ face. He’s clearly admiring me, even from several feet away, and the look on his face is something to behold. He’s smiling, something he rarely ever does unless it’s for me, and his eyes are full of that same heated desire and pride that I’ve come to adore.
I realize I’m grinning goofily at the picture which elicits another sigh from Bex as she takes the phone out of my hand and slides it back into her pocket.
"What’s the plan here, Dove? Are you going to have him follow you around the world while you continue to perform? Skip out on interviews and appearances so that you two can date? Are you going to control the message to your fans and explain who he is? Or let the paparazzi dig into his past and write their own story? Because it’s only a matter of time until they realize he isn’t just your bodyguard…"
I clench my jaw and stomp my foot indignantly. Things are justgetting started with Dallas, but I understand her point. I’m not even sure what we’re doing, and tonight's gig was supposed to be a one-time thing for him. Asking him to continue as my bodyguard, to quit his engineering job, and give up the farm he’d purchased in Lonestar Junction for my dreams, would be asking a lot. Plus, I wasn’t sure if he even wanted to be around this much chaos and noise. But I’m not willing to let him go. Not again. Not when I just got him back.
“Go. Talk to him. Ask him what he wants to do. I have a feeling if he genuinely cares about you like you say he does, he's already figured out why I'm here and that his presence on tour with you isn't a good idea for your image.” Bex stands up, brushes off her suit pants and without another word, exits the bus.
I hate that she’s right. I mean, it is her entire job, the reason that I’m paying her, to look out for my career and manage my 'image.' But sometimes I hated that I couldn’t show every side of me. That there was more to me than just being a rocker. I had a heart that yearned to be loved and Dallas was the only person who’d ever done it properly.
I turn back to the rear of the bus where Dallas is still lying in bed, completely naked, a thin sheet covering his lower body. His strong, tattooed chest is still covered in sweat, as he stares at the roof. He forces a smile when he hears me enter and I know that Bex is right. He’s been thinking the same thing.
“She wants me to leave so I don't ruin things, doesn’t she?”
I sigh, “Yea. She does. But I don’t.”
He reaches for my wrist and pulls me back on to the bed and against his chest. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, allowing him to support my full weight while he holds me.
“She’s not wrong. I did attack one of your fans.”
“Who tried to attack me first.”
He shrugs, “It was unnecessary. There are better ways to diffuse situations, and I've been trained in them. I intentionally chosenot to use them because of my feelings towards you. Next time, I may decide to use them and severely hurt someone. That would destroy your career. I'd never forgive myself.”
