Dom didn’t want to get wasted. He wanted to find Trey and nail him through the floor. Something to burn off all of his nervous energy and floating excitement. That probably wasn’t happening, though, so he grabbed what he could carry and followed his friends back to the lot.
They passed Danielle and Bobby on the path, and they both offered polite nods to the group. Lincoln ignored them.
Dom smiled at Danielle. “You guys rocked it,” he said.
“Thanks, hot stuff,” Danielle replied with a wink.
Scoring points with Trey’s best friend was never a bad idea.
Once they got all of the equipment stored safely in the truck, Lincoln grabbed a bottle of Fireball and a package of Dixie cups. Dom eyed the stuff. He wasn’t big on doing shots, and that shit fucking burned.
“I’m going to head back to the festival,” Dom said. “Can’t sit still right now, you know?”
“Loser,” Lincoln replied.
Dom flipped him off, grabbed a water from the cooler, and headed back toward the gate. He was a little relieved no one hadvolunteered to come with him. Maybe he’d luck into finding Trey somewhere on the fairgrounds.
He didn’t get ten feet past the gate before a gaggle of teenage girls pinned him with a lot of giggles, blushing, and flattery. And questions about his bandmates. He chatted politely for a while, amused at their banter among themselves. Dom had never understood teenage girls, even when he’d been a teenager, and he understood them even less now. They all seemed intent on flirting, despite his rainbow shirt.
“Hey, baby, miss me?” Danielle inserted herself right next to him, draped an arm across his waist, and smacked a kiss onto his cheek.
Dom blinked hard. “Yeah, always.”
The girls seemed to get the hint, and the curvy blonde who appeared to be the pack leader ushered them on to a new target.
Danielle further surprised him by not letting go. “Enjoying your fans?”
“It’s a unique experience for sure.” He curled a hand around her hip so he didn’t look so awkward. “Um, is this a sneak attack?”
“No, this is me doing my duty as Coop’s best friend and giving you the whole ‘if you hurt him I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to my dog’ spiel.”
Dom suppressed the urge to cup himself. “I like him too much to hurt him.”
“Good, because he really, really likes you, and I like seeing him happy.”
“So do I.”
“Excellent. Then this is now me telling you that he’s waiting for you in our camper, and I promised to keep Bobby and Andy occupied for the next ninety minutes.”
His pulsed jumped. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Go.”
Dom kissed her cheek, then headed back for the talent gate, stupidly excited by the chance to spend an hour and half with Trey. In private. He didn’t have any supplies, but that was okay because he could easily spend their time talking.
Ten steps past the gate, he stopped short. He had no idea where Trey’s camper was parked, or what the thing looked like.
He shot off a quick text:How do I find you?
Seconds later Trey sent back a photo of a white camper next to a rusty white van.Second row back, to the far right.
Dom followed the directions, and soon a white van came into view. Then the camper. A super fucking nice camper, too, even from the outside. Trey was nowhere to be seen, so Dom took a chance and let himself inside.
Trey leaned against the far side of the camper between a closed door and a large cabinet that might be hiding a refrigerator. His thickly lashed eyes were even darker, filled in with eyeliner that was positively wicked. His sly grin and cocky head tilt were too much, and Dom was kissing him before words were exchanged.
Warm hands slid right under Dom’s shirt and scraped down his back. Dom arched into Trey, who swallowed his gasp. Trey’s tongue stroked into Dom’s mouth, and then he was being spun. Pressed hard against a flat surface, Trey’s thigh between his legs. Pressure on his groin.
Dom managed a gasped “Missed you” in between the aggressive kisses.
