That didn't mean the woman didn't want in Trey's pants. "Then she can write about the serious relationship between Trey Mills and Reagan Elliot."
Reagan hurried through the crowd, tugging Trey behind her. She was so focused on getting to the door that she didn't realize Dare was in pursuit until Trey came to a sudden halt behind her.
"Jeez, where's the fire?" Dare said, his hand fisted in the back of Trey's T-shirt. "I have some people I want to introduce you to," he said to Reagan.
"She needs to crash," Trey said.
Both brothers offered her a look of concern.
"Of course," Dare said. "I'll cover for her."
"Thanks, Dare." She gave him a hug. "I might come back down later. I just need a few moments of peace." And to get away from the flowers in her dressing room. And that note.
"Good luck with that," Dare said.
She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she grabbed Trey by the wrist and tugged him out in the corridor. A bunch of camera flashes went off and reporters yelled questions, but Reagan couldn't make any sense out of the chaos.
A pair of Exodus End's security guards escorted Reagan and Trey to the elevators. "Is it always this crazy?" she asked Trey.
"Exodus End only throws a party this big on their opening tour date. It will settle down. A little." Trey wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "Overwhelmed?"
"You have no idea."
The security guards stepped onto the elevator with them and pressed the button to the eighth floor.
"Are you going to follow us all the way to our room?" Reagan asked one of the guards.
"The band has rented out the entire eighth floor. There's already security on that floor. We're just here to make sure no one tries to get on the elevator with you."
Reagan stared at the carpet inside the elevator as the car lifted to their floor without incident. Trey rubbed her back but didn't say anything. He seemed to realize she craved quiet and calm. She knew she had signed up for this, and she didn't regret it, but it was going to take some getting used to. She'd never imagined she'd need security to ride a freakin' hotel elevator. And she'd never thought she'd crave their protection.
When they exited the elevator, they found several additional security guards. They didn't escort her to her room, but they watched her closely until she and Trey were safely inside.
***
The instant Trey had Reagan alone in the hotel room, he tumbled her onto the king-sized bed. "Everyone said you were phenomenal tonight. How did it feel to be up on stage in front of all of those fans?"
"I was nervous until I saw you standing in the shadows at the side of the stage."
"You saw me?"
She nodded.
"Shit. Sorry. I know you said you didn't want me there, but I couldn't resist. Do you know how sexy you are when you play?" He rolled on top of her and captured her hands in his.
"It's the corset, isn't it? It makes me look like I actually have boobs."
Her tits did look fantastic in her corset, but that wasn't what had drawn him to watch even though she'd forbidden it. "It's that face you make when you let the music take you. It's even hotter than the face you make when you come."
"I don't make a face."
He grinned. "Yeah, you do. I hope I didn't make you self-conscious about it. It would ruin my life if you stopped making it."
She laughed. "I highly doubt that." She scowled. "I'm not sure the fans like me taking over for Max."
"They loved you. Trust me. They were a little upset by the change at first, but you won them over. Once you kicked off your shoes and got a little dirty for them."
"It's easier to be yourself when you're not pretending to be something you're not."
"Where's Ethan?" Trey asked.
"He had some errands to run." She changed the subject. "I'm just glad we could sneak away from the after-party. I'm too tired to pretend I'm social."
"Are you too tired to make love? Because I haven't been able to think of anything but you all night."
"Me and the past lovers who've been following you around all day."
"I told them to get lost. I really am committed to you. I'm sorry I spread so much love around before I met you." He was sorry now. At the time, he'd thought it was fan-fucking-tastic, heavy on the fan fucking. He now knew quality was better than quantity. Two lovers were plenty for him.
Reagan lifted her head to kiss him. "I shouldn't bitch at you about it. You're so generous with your love. With everyone."