Page 177 of Naughty Dreams
“What’s the name of the song?” Roy’s voice was husky and low, words meant just for DJ.
“Yuanfen.The force that draws people to one another.”
Roy’s eyes flickered with sparks brighter than the stage pyrotechnics. “You know, a simple phone call saying you wanted to be together would have been sufficient.”
“I tried that, a couple different ways. You’re a little thickheaded.”
Roy’s jaw flexed. “Actually, I’m a lot thickheaded.”
DJ swayed, the mix of laughter, nerves and other strong emotions enough to topple him. Fortunately, Roy still had him.
When DJ laughed and Roy smiled, it broke the spell on the small audience. DJ heard applause and whoops. The song had kicked ass the way they had hoped, partly explaining the celebration. But for those like Sy, who understood the significance of what Roy had just done, it meant something deeper.
Confirming it, DJ heard a congratulatory drum roll and tossed a smile Sy’s way, but his attention didn’t leave Roy.
“I figured you were just being stubborn and self-sacrificing,” DJ said. “Telling yourself I was too good for you.”
Roy’s distracting lips pursed. “Hell, no. I was telling myself there was no reason to settle for one of those dime-a-dozen world famous rockstars, especially those who have the smile of an angel, a sexy ass and a heart…”
Roy stopped himself. Unsettling DJ to the core, he gripped DJ’s nape in hard, almost desperate fingers, his eyes revealing a shocking depth of emotion. “A heart that I want to be mine so much that nothing else matters.”
Moss had thought the audience might be put off by DJ’s message that it was okay for the rockstar god to be thesubmissive. That they’d rather see him as powerful and in control, being the top.
DJ’s heart had a different response for that.I'm showing them the power in surrender. Giving yourself up to love, to risk our deepest, darkest selves.
He let out a shuddering breath and, regardless of their audience, kissed Roy with all that feeling in him. A few moments later, just to make sure that Roy knew they were on even footing, he grabbed two handfuls of his perfect ass. He was of course shoved away, Roy giving him a hell-to-pay look for doing that without permission, and where the people milling around backstage could see the move.
“I will file a sexual harassment claim,” Roy told him. “I’ll do interviews on ETV.”
DJ chuckled, but then he summoned enough brain cells to notice what his bodyguard was wearing. Jeans, yes, which were totally sexy on him, but the shirt…
“You asked,” Roy said.
The black T-shirt defined his chest and shoulders in as mouthwatering a way as the jeans did his lower torso, but DJ’s attention went to what was on the shirt. A royal crest showing two lions and a dragon, spouting flame over a crown. “Queen. That’s the band you’d leave my ass unprotected for?”
“I said they would come the closest to making me consider it.”
“Okay. Harsh but fair. Queen is legendary.”
Roy’s lips curved, but then he sobered. “We need to talk.”
The hooding of his expression brought a sudden spurt of uneasiness, but DJ nodded. Turning, he lifted his hand in general thanks to everyone and raised his voice to be heard.
“We’ll be back in about fifteen to go through the rest of the show,” he said.
“I’m betting thirty,” Sy called out.
“An hour, if Roy knows what he’s doing.” That came from a woman in a sexy black dress. She sat in the scattering of folding chairs set up in front of the stage for roadies or other crew members taking a break.
She had scary-as-fuck Domme written all over her, even more so than G. The man beside her looked like a cop. The way she leaned against him said he was hers.
More bets on time were thrown out, until Roy’s gaze swept the area like a saber with the power to take off heads. That quieted them down. At least until they were out of sight.
Though Roy stayed close at his side, his hand lightly brushing DJ’s back, he didn’t say anything further until they reached DJ’s dressing room. Then Roy closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
DJ moved to his chair in front of the mirror out of habit, but put his hand on the back and turned to face Roy. He steeled himself for what was coming. Roy was a private guy. He wouldn’t put things out there like DJ did. Or tell DJ to fuck off in front of an audience.
But he hadn’t had to come up that ramp, either. Or say what he’d said, rocking DJ’s world. Which left DJ not knowing what this was about. Or where Roy’s head was. He only knew where he wanted it to be.
