Free Deep Rocked by Clara Bayard

“Well, if you all will excuse me, I should get back inside.”
    Mia turned to look at me. In the dim light I couldn’t read her expression, but I had never seen her so alert, which made me nervous.
    “Becca, wait,” Dex said. “Hold on one second.” He turned to Kate and smiled. “Look, darling. I’d love to keep chatting with you, but Becca and I have some band business to discuss.”
    Kate finally spared me a second glance. “You’re with the band?”
    “She’s our tour manager, basically,” he answered.
    She shrugged. “Oh, well, whatever.” Pulling a phone from her pocket, she held it up to Dex. “When you’re done with business , give me a call. It doesn’t matter how late.”
    I very much wanted to punch her. I closed my eyes and counted to fifty while he wrote down her number on a scrap of paper.
    Thankfully, a taxi pulled up right then, and a gaggle of people tumbled out. Kate squealed and started hugging them, still making sure to keep her eye on Dex. But in the madness of the crowd she was pulled back into the pub and away from us. Mia joined them and suddenly we were alone again.
    There was a long awkward silence.
    “That was…something,” I managed to get out.
    “Yes. Look, Becca. I’m not going to call that girl.”
    “I know,” I said, mostly meaning it.
    “I’m serious. In fact, here.” He fished the paper out of his pocket and held it out to me. “Throw it away. Burn it for all I care.”
    I softened. “That won’t be necessary.”
    He ripped it in half and dropped it on the ground. “Gone.”
    My mouth dropped open in mock horror. “Flirting with girls and littering? For shame.”
    He laughed. “The only girl I want to flirt with is you, love.”
    I smiled.
    “Now, where were we? Oh yes. You were kissing me passionately and about to ravish me.”
    “That’s not exactly how I remember it, Dex.”
    “Hmm. I do.”
    I walked over and hugged him. “This is so dangerous. Anyone could see.”
    “Then I guess we better get off the street, yeah? I know just the place.”
    “Is it close by?”
    “Very. We could be there in minutes if he hurry.”
    “But there’s a whole party going on inside. Everyone is waiting for us. Well, for you.”
    “Fuck ‘em.”
    I laughed and pulled back, taking his hand in mine. “Where’s your patience?”
    “I have none, not when it comes to you. Every second I spend not naked with you is a waste of my life.”
    “We can’t spend all of our time in bed.”
    “We could try.”
    I dropped his hand and reached back to put my hair up again. “Maybe so. But for now we need to get back.”
    He frowned. “No more sex-kitten?”
    “Not here. Not where we could be seen.”
    “You like this, don’t you? Knowing you’re torturing me. How much I want you.”
    “Maybe. And I kind of like that this…whatever it is, is just between us. That whenever you’re talking to someone, they don’t know what I do. What we do.”
    “So do I, actually. Our secret. No one’s business but ours.”
    I nodded in agreement, but a tiny part of me didn’t like that. Wanted him to want everyone in the world to know about us. Wanted him to be proud to be with me. But was it my own doubts that created that niggling question, or something I felt coming from Dex? Obviously he wanted me. That much was clear. But would he want to introduce me to his family as more than a friend or colleague? Would he gush about me openly to reporters? Smile and hold my hand while paparazzi snapped shot after shot of us?
    Not that I thought any of those things could happen. As much as I loved being with Dex, I needed to keep my job. And whatever his reasons for enjoying our privacy, I wasn’t going to sabotage it with my paranoid thoughts.
    But still, as we devised a quick plan to leave the pub without drawing attention, I still wondered. Our relationship had bloomed in secret, away from the reality of the tour. If it did come to light, could we survive that? Would he want to?