Page 113 of Naughty Dreams
“I was going to go play in traffic and chase cars, but fine. Be a killjoy.”
Roy put his hand on DJ’s knee. “Promise me, Dory.”
The sternness, Master and protection detail both, caught DJ’s full attention. He sobered and gave Roy a nod. “I promise. Sir.”
He mouthed the last so Mike wouldn’t hear it, but the kindling in his eyes went straight to Roy’s cock. They’d just been in an erotica shop and, no matter the tone of their other discussions, those images had to be playing through DJ’s head like they were Roy’s. Whatever hotel they chose tonight would need a sturdy bed. Especially after Roy had to watch DJ touch all those bondage toys.
The truck stop had a bank of windows in front, which let Roy keep a close eye on the vehicle and anyone coming near it. Mike had situational awareness training as well. On the way to the checkout counter, Roy stopped by a rack of bill caps and added one to his purchase, gray and black with a Peterbilt logo.
Then he stood at the window, sack of groceries in hand, and dialed Warren.
“So how’s prep going for the fan memorial service?”
“Good. We’ll pay attention to anyone near the front who looks like they’re gloating. Or pissed, because DJ won’t be present, after the rumor’s been floated that he will be.”
“All right. We were just at a store where DJ was recognized. She’s married to a friend I’ve asked to keep things on the downlow, and I trust him to do that. However, it raises the possibility that she wasn’t the only one who saw him. It’s time for me to switch things up.”
“Before it’s all over social media: ‘I think I saw DJ James,’” Warren agreed. “Sure you don’t want an impersonator to do a cameo at the service?”
“DJ nixed that. He won’t screw with his fans. I’ll rent a car under one of my aliases and let Mike go home. All our future hotel rooms will be the same.”
Warren grunted. “I’d feel far better if I was there to cover your ass.”
“That’s why G keeps telling me to watch out for you.”
Warren snorted. “The women in my life drive me crazy, but never enough to change sides. I’m too much of a pussy hound.”
“I’ve heard that about you. Talk to you later.”
The hotel Roy chose put them in easy distance of both The Rocking Duck and the event Logan had discussed. Earlier in the day, they’d bid Mike a fond farewell. Roy had picked up a roomy Ford Glider and rented a room in a midrate hotel. Roy chose the two queen bed option, wanting to give DJ his space without letting him out of sight for any extended length of time.
After DJ showered and donned a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, he headed for the bed. He looked tired and drained. They’d picked up a sandwich for dinner, and he’d eaten it without enthusiasm.
“Would you like to share the bed with me?”
Roy looked up from the table where he was finishing his chips and checking his email. “If you ask the right way.”
The spark in DJ’s eye said he appreciated the sexual tease, even if he wasn’t up to doing much with it. “Would you share my bed, Sir?”
“Yes, Dory. I will. Go ahead and lie down. I’ll join you shortly.”
By the time Roy changed to sleep shorts and came to bed, DJ looked mostly asleep. The TV volume was down to a murmur, left on a nature documentary. As Roy approached the bed, DJ shifted over and held up the covers behind him, a courtesy andawareness that touched Roy. He molded himself against DJ’s back, bringing more warmth, and heard a soft noise of gratitude.
He wrapped his arm around Dory’s chest, put his nose to his hair and let out a deep sigh. “Not a bad way to end the day.”
“No. I don’t need extremes, Roy. My whole life is extreme.” DJ’s fingers slid along Roy’s arm. Back, forth. The kid was thinking. Considering what he wanted to say next.
“Your job, you always have to be alert, ready for the threat. When you’re with a submissive, I bet you like tapping into those deep, still waters, going into peaceful bliss together. It may sound boring but,” DJ took a shuddering breath, and Roy could feel the ache in him. The need. “It’s anything but. Sir? Would you…just a quiet kind of thing…”
Roy had anticipated, the way a good bodyguard should. He retrieved the tube of lubricant he’d put in the pocket of the shorts and took them off before pushing DJ’s bottoms to his thighs. Just enough to access the lovely, tight ass.
“Put your hand on your cock, DJ. Stroke yourself. Slow and easy. I want to hear that sexy breath catch you do when you get hard.”
DJ complied, his head dipping down to bare his nape. Not because he couldn’t find his dick, but because he’d already learned his Master liked putting his teeth there when he fucked him.
Roy slicked up his cock, and stroked it between DJ’s buttocks. “You were teasing me in the store today.”
“Some. I couldn’t look at any of it without thinking of you using all of it on me.” DJ’s breath caught, just as Roy had predicted. The pleasure of hearing it rippled through Roy, making his cock harder, though it was more than ready for the job at hand. He eased his way in, and wrapped his arm around DJ again, putting his hand over DJ’s so they were stroking him together.
