Chapter 26 – Paloma
“Are you alright?” Dallas asks, his fingers trail over my smooth brown skin sending goosebumps tingling all over my exposed body.
I was riding the adrenaline of another sold-out concert and desperately wanting him to be on top and inside of me but I know that we need to have a serious discussion first. I could tell that what happened during the concert rattled him, and though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me too, this wasn’t the first time that my fans had gotten rowdy and thrown something towards the stage, accidentally hitting me in the process. It was unfortunately part of the job.
“I’m fine. Are you alright?”
He shakes his head, “This isn’t about me. It was selfish for me to react that way, but I wanted to kill that guy for hurting you.”
“It really didn’t hurt. Just shocked me more than anything.”
“He deserved worse than what I did to him.”
I look up at him and stroke his face gently, moving towards his eyebrows and rubbing at the tension that’s formed there. His brown eyes are full of concern as he stares at me, his hands expertly examining every part of my chest as if he’s checking for injuries.
“I’ve never had someone protect me in that way. Sure, I’ve had plenty of body guards over the years, but they’re doing a job. Focused on security as part of their gig. Having you there felt like I actually had someone concerned for more than a paycheck. I liked it. A lot.”
“I’ll do a lot worse if you’ll let me,” he rasps out.
“But you deserve someone who can control their temper better. I’m not going to hurt your career with my possessiveness and protectiveness towards you, Paloma.
I was kicked out tonight because I crossed a line, and I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again. ”
I shake my head. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt my career.”
I shift my body, attempting to coax his hips to move on top of me. He flips over, straddling my legs before easing me to roll onto my stomach and pinning me to the bed with one of his large hands pressed firmly in the middle of my back.
I hear the unzip of his jeans and then feel the wide tip of his warm, soft cock stroke down between my ass cheeks and over my slit.
“Gonna take you so hard in this bed that you can’t walk straight tomorrow. So, when you’re dancing around on stage performing, each movement makes you think of me. Yeah?”
“Yesss…” I hiss out, needing this badly.
I look over my shoulder, watching as he strokes his wide shaft in one hand, his other dancing between my wet folds and finding my clit from behind.
“Brace yourself,” he warns and then in one long, firm thrust, he pushes into me with a grunt, forcing me to rock forward in the cramped, tour bus bed.
My body instinctively clenches down as he pulls all of the way out and forcefully presses back in again.
“You’re so incredible, Paloma,” he praises, “Seeing you perform, watching you be in your element is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I was quickly realizing that if I had a kink, it’d be a praise one and not just from anyone, but from Dallas. The words of adoration on his lips cause my body to fill with desire and I hum in pleasure as he presses in again.
“I’ve always loved performing, but knowing you were watching made tonight even better.”
“I’ll watch every single one of your concerts from now on. Even if we aren’t together physically, I’ll be watching.”
I attempt to push up on to my knees, but he presses me back down into the bed firmly. “There’s not enough room in this bed and my knees are too old for you to move like that. Plus, I want this to last, and your hot, tight cunt is not making that easy for me.”
I ease down onto my stomach, his hands reaching around and circling my clit firmly as he thrusts into me over and over again.
I wasn’t sure if my band mates had joined the bus yet but wouldn’t even care if they had and were hearing the loud noises I was making.
I wanted everyone to know what we were doing.
Add voyeurism to the list of kinks.
“You’re my girl, Paloma. You know that, right?”
I nod my head breathlessly as he grips my hips again, pushing in punishingly while whispering words of praise repeatedly into my ear.
“Tell me where you want me to come.”
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 in strong 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 you look 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 just getting 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 chose not 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.”
I nod.
“Did she also mention that us being together would ruin your image? That it's better for you to appear single to the masses?”
“Do you have supersonic hearing?”
He chuckles, “My hearing is pretty lethal. I have to listen for threats, but no, I didn't hear your conversation with her.”
“Looking out for threats to whatever… this is?” I ask, sounding pathetic but also looking for a glimpse of hope that this isn’t the end of things for us.
I can’t handle this being the end.
I know it probably didn't make sense to start a relationship right now considering I’m in the middle of my tour, and, in the past, I'd never wanted to seriously date anyone. But I can’t bear to know that my career is putting an end to us when we’d just started.
“Paloma, you're it for me. You're the most incredible and beautiful woman I've ever met. The only one that I want to be near and around. But you have a light and a joy in this… gift you have. It’s something special. I’m afraid if I’m around you while you're on tour, I’ll dim that light. Take that fire out of you by expending your energy. You’re right, that there are two sides to you, and I love them both but I’m not going to stand in the way of your dreams. So, tell me what you want to do because for me, you're my girl. I’d like the world to know but I don’t need them to know.
As long as you and I believe in what we have, who gives a fuck about what anyone else thinks? ”
He loves both sides of me...
He wants this…
I nod, knowing that he’s right and feeling his support.
“This leg of the tour lasts for six more weeks, then I get a break, and I'll come back to Texas.”
He squeezes my hand. “And I’ll be waiting there, waiting for you, watching your concerts online every night.”