Taylor craned her neck over his shoulder looking at the back of the closed door. The rest of the band and Bre were wandering around backstage doing their own preshow ritual, but it only took one of them or a roadie to veer from their routine and find them and expose their secret.
“I locked the door,” he said clearly interpreting the direction of her thoughts. “Do you think you could be quiet?” His mouth pressed against hers, nibbling on her lower lip seeking entrance. “As much as I love all those sound you make, these walls are really thin. I don’t want anyone to hear you.”
His finger circled her seam of her closed flesh and then dipped inside her just an inch and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips forward. Then he twisted his fingers, and slid further inside of her and she moaned.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she breathed out the word.
Then Cam’s fingers stopped moving. “Did you hear that?” Cam whispered.
Her eyes drifted closed. “Mm…” she answered not interested in conversation any longer. She inched forward trying to get closer to him, but his hand gripped her hip holding her in place. His tongue drifted down her neck and her head rolled back to give him better access. The heat in her body was building to an almost intolerable level.
“Cam, are you in there?” The doorknob turned, but the door didn’t open.
“Yes, I’ll be out in one minute,” Cam answered, dropping his head against her chest.
“Fine, but hurry up. Jax and Alec are looking for you,” Marcus yelled.
“I’ll meet you at the side stage in a few minutes.”
Taylor heard Marcus shifting by the door. “Have you seen Taylor? Is she in there with you?”
Crap. Taylor’s eyes went wide, her heart beating out of her chest as she shook her head and Cam’s hand tensed on her hip.
“She’s in the bathroom doing girl things. She needed some privacy,” Cam answered. “I’ll tell her I need to go.”
Taylor covered her mouth trying to muffle her giggle. Nothing halted a conversation in its tracks more than the discussion of female issues.
“Right…I thought I heard her voice a few minutes ago, like you two were talking or something,” Marcus said. “I guess I was mistaken. See you on stage.”
Taylor listened to his footsteps on the concrete floor as they echoed down the hallway. When she knew Marcus was gone, she dropped her head against Cam’s chest. “Do you think he heard us?” Taylor asked.
Cam stepped away from her and she wanted to pull him back so she could feel his heat again. She had felt alone for a long time and, for some reason, Cam had the ability to ease her loneliness.
Cam lifted his head toward the ceiling as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Fuck,” he finally blurted out after a few prolonged seconds.
Taylor flinched at the anger in his voice. “Don’t freak out yet. He won’t say anything because he doesn’t know anything for sure,” Taylor assured Cam as she slid off the table and arranged the folds of her dress.
“That’s not why I’m pissed,” he said cupping her face between his hand hands, his eyes enslaving hers.
“No?” she questioned, confused.
“No.” He kissed her hard, branding her lips before he started walking toward the door.
“Okay. Do you want to elaborate?”
“I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about us and I know he will.” Cam opened the door.
“And what’s the wrong idea?” she asked hesitant to follow him.
“That I’m using you during the tour because I don’t have any other options.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”
Her stomach twisted even as she nodded and started following him through the door. “And that's not the case?” She didn’t want to ask him the question, but her insecurities climbed the walls of her chest and she couldn’t stop herself from asking if she had tried.
His back tensing, Cam paused and then turned to face her. Afraid of what she’d see in his eyes, she counted each scuff on her black ballet flats with intense scrutiny. One, two, three . . .
Cam tilted her chin up so she couldn’t avoid him. “No, not even close. Unless we’re on a different page.”
She nodded, unable to answer, but she felt a smile teasing the corners of her lips.
“And by the way…in case you misunderstood my intentions, I don’t plan on our relationship ending when tour ends, but again, that’s up to you. I’m not the only person in this relationship.”
Relationship; she liked that word. Her heart skipped a beat or two. “Okay,” she whispered.