BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 23

Hunger drove them back to the bus, finally — mainly Dominics hunger, because he stupidly hadn't eaten when he woke up, and now his stomach was punishing him for his sins. The mini - fridge was packed with sandwiches and cold soda and beer, because Gavin was a mastermind, the best hire they had ever made. He and Holly threw themselves down on opposite couches and at until they were stuffed, and then Holly lay down on her back, arms stretched above her head, and let out a contented sigh.

She had done a pretty bad job of applying sunblock, and there was a bright red strip of skin across the middle of her face. It was adorable , and the second best outcome of their hike. The best was those little cotton athletic shorts she was wearing: thin, skin tight, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He'd spent the entire walk back to the bus trailing a step behind her so that he could stare at her ass. He thought she probably didn't realize how indecent the shorts were - most of Holly's clothing fell somewhere between "loose" and "baggy" - but he wasn't going to enlighten her.

He needed to get laid. He needed to have gotten laid about a week ago.

Seven hours until they were in Vegas. Maybe eight. And then an entire night in the hotel room with nowhere to be and nothing to do.

Holly sighed again. "I'm sweaty."

"That's what happens when you walk around outside in July," he said, amused. "Aren't you used to it by now? I don't think there's ever a time on your when I'm NOT sweaty."

"This is a different variety of sweaty," she said, and rolled her head to the side to look at him. "Tell me a secret."

"Okay, abrupt subject change," he said, "What sort of secret?"

"I don't know," she said. "Something stupid, some little thing that nobody else knows."

He thought about it. "I shoplifted once, when i was thirteen or fourteen. Stole a bag of chips from a convenience store. They didn't catch me, but i was so terrified and guilty that i never went there again. I think i was probably trying to impress a girl."

"Little Dom, the juvenile delinquent," she said, smiling. "That's not much of a secret. I shoplifted and i got caught, and my parents - oh, my God! They were so disappointed, which was even worse than if they had been angry."

"You said something stupid," he said. "If you're not impressed with my secret. It's your own fault for not giving me better instructions."

"Okay, that's fair," she said. "So tell me a non-stupid secret."

He got off the couch and walked toward the back of the bus. The bunks were all empty, and the door to the back lounge was open, and Michael wasn't in there. Everyone was out somewhere. He grabbed his laptop from his bunk on his way back to the front.

Holly watched him curiously as he sat down and opened his laptop. "Your secrets that you have a laptop? I already knew that."

"You need to come over here," he said. "So i can show you." His heart was pounding. He shouldn't trust her with this; it was too uncertain, too volatile. It would cause too many problems if anyone else knew. But he had this stupid feeling that telling her would somehow justify their growing intimacy. If he told her, and she didn't tell anyone, then he was right about her, and it wasn't weird that he was falling for a women he'd known for less than two weeks.

She obediently rolled off the couch and joined him, sitting with her chin on her knees, her feet tucked beneath her. Her toes were red with sandstone dust.

"I'm working on an album," he said. "This is a big secret. Nobody knows." He opened up his editing software and played the first track for her. She listened in silence, leaning against his shoulder. Her toes wiggled in time with the best, which he took as a good sign. He wanted her to like it.

The song ended. She said, "You write all of the music for the band, right?"

He nodded, and resisted the urge to demand that she tell him what she thought of the song. "Michael and Tom give me feedback, of course."

"This doesn't sound like music for the band," she said. "When you said you're working on an album -"

"Solo stuff," he said. "A side project. It's all instrumental. I'm not sure if-"

"It's amazing," she said. "Dom. Of course it is. You're so talented."

"Thanks," he said, embarrassed, but immensely pleased that she liked it.

"So this is your backup plan," she said. "If Michael totally melts down. Right? You can keep making music no matter what."

She knew him too well; or else the situation really was that obvious. "That's the idea."

"I don't think it will come to that," she said, but they both knew it was an empty platitude. It probably would come to that, and sooner rather than later. After Michaels screaming fit after the show the night before, Dominic thought they were probably on a pretty short timeline.

"Well, anyway," he said. "That's my current major life secret."

"Can i listen to the rest of it?" She asked. "How many songs do you have?"

Every man wanted the same thing in life: the admiration of a woman. There wasn't a chance in hell that Dominic would pass up an opportunity for Holly to tell him how wonderful and talented he was. "A few more. I can send send you the tracks."

"I would really like that," she said, and maybe she was just stroking his ego, but he would take it.

He closed his laptop. "Now you have to tell me a secret. It's only fair."

She tapped her chin, looking thoughtful, and then grinned at him. "I'm not wearing any underpants."

"Holy shit," he said, newly in awe of what a devious, manipulative creature she was. "You wore those little shorts on purpose."

"Maybe." Her eyes twinkled. She was pleased with herself.

"I am going to do things to you that you cant even imagine," he said. "How fucking long do i have to wait until i can get you in bed?"

She looked at her phone. "Seven or eight hours."

An eternity. He groaned and went back to his bunk. If he spent any more time near her bare legs in those shorts, he was going to fuck her on the floor of the front lounge and get busted by Gavin. Eight hours. His heart was going to explode. He was going to die.

He couldn't wait to see her naked.