“What shall we name him?” Dom asks, studying the snow creation.
I push my lips to the side in thought. “How about Ted?”
Dom shakes his head. “He doesn’t look like a Ted. He looks too comical to have a serious name like Ted. What about something like Bert?”
“Boris?” I laugh.
“Perfect. He looks like a Boris,” Dom chuckles. “We need a selfie.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket and we stand either side of Boris, both of us pulling silly faces as he take a selfie at arms length.
An hour later we have taken a hot bath together and run the chill from our bodies by having hot steamy sex. After working up such an appetite we eat turkey sandwiches in bed before settling in the drawing room, opening gifts, naked beneath a blanket we have wrapped around us.
“This is a new tradition. I’ve never opened presents in the nuddy with an angel between my legs.” Dominic grins.
“This can be a private tradition.”
Dominic hands me a box with a hot pink ribbon. I gently open it to find some stunning Victoria’s Secret underwear. “Shazza helped me pick it out.” He admits and I run my fingers over the red lace fringe.
“It’s beautiful.” I kiss him.
“It will look more beautiful on your fine body.”
I open an array of gifts, including my favourite perfume, a gorgeous watch, a seriously funky leather belt with a treble clef buckle and some new additions to my home studio. I wrap my arms around him, straddling his lap to press our bodies together. I felt his cock leap beneath me and give him a knowing look.
“We’ll get to that soon, Goliath.” I smirk and he gives me a knowing wink. “You need to open your gifts first.”
I pass him a small black box with a silver bow and has he lifts the lid I put my hand over his.
“Listen, this isn’t a proposal, it means eternity.”
He pulls the lid off of the box and his eyes widen at the ring in the black suede cushion. He pulls out the golden band with the onyx face. I’ve had T and D laid in it in white gold.
“Tara, it’s perfect. I love it.” He slips it onto his middle finger and admires it on his fist.
“I’m so glad you like it,” I breathe a sigh of relief.
He makes light work of opening his gifts of new Armani boxer shorts, aftershave set and I nervously pass him my last two gifts. His expression turns curious as he takes the envelope, sliding out the key first.
“A key? What’s it to?”
“My house. I want you to move in with me, Dominic, permanently.” I’d given this serious thought and from our last visit here in October we haven’t spent a night apart. It just makes sense.
“Really? You want me to give up my place and move into yours?” I nod with a hopeful grin. “Tara, I’d love to! I promise to keep the toilet seat shut, my underwear off of the bedroom floor and help out around the house,” he laughs.
“You do all that anyway, Dom. This just feels right, don’t you think?”
“Nothing could feel more perfect than being with you, sweetheart.”
He slips the key back in the envelope and spots the two tickets. I wait for him to read them and realisation spreads over his face.
“Tara, this is the old event I used to help run in Birmingham?” He questions and I nod.
“The event I refused to play for you. I’m going to play it, take a look at your old stomping ground.”
“Why? I’ve left that life behind me.” He seems confused but excited.
“Well, I’m sure you have a lot of old bets to cash in on with your old mates. You made good on your bet, you got me in the sack. Don’t you want bragging rights?” I giggle and he nods.
“Well, of course I do,” he chuckles. “You know, Birmingham is just the start, I want to show you off to the whole world.”
I laugh, feeling flattered. “Where better to start than your home town?”
“I’ll do it, one day, I’ll show the world and everyone will know you’re mine.” He promises and I smile, running my finger down the side of his face.
“I look forward to it, Dom.” I smile before kissing him, hard and he tosses the envelope aside, pulling me tightly to him. I wriggle in his lap, loving the feel of his desire pressing against my core. “Merry Christmas, Goliath.”
“Merry Christmas, midget.”
Chapter 21
The night before the Summer Blow Out I am teetering between exhaustion and a mental breakdown. I’ve just got back from the venue and given the place the final okay. Tomorrow morning people will invade the site on a mission to dance the weekend away and I breathe a sigh of relief, certain that I have covered every single base and there is no room for error. Anything I have managed to overlook is irrelevant now, as it’s too late to do anything about it anyway. I drop my keys on the entry table and Melody rushes from her spot on her radiator hammock. I smile and squat to her, rubbing herself against my bare legs. She meows at me and pushes her head against my fingers as I scratch behind her ear.
“Hey, beautiful.” Dom greets as he walks in from the kitchen. I smile in greeting, glad to be home. The smell of garlic breads hits me and my mouth waters and my tummy growls for the hundredths time, reminding me I skipped lunch and dinner. No wonder I feel weak. “You look exhausted, sweetheart.”
I laugh. “Is that a nice way of telling me I look like shit?”
Dom shakes his head. “No, it’s my way of saying you need a long, hot soak and a good meal before you get an early night. You’ve been working too hard lately. I’m going to draw you a hot bath.”
With that he disappears upstairs and I scoop Melody into my arms and head for the kitchen, seeing Dom is making a spaghetti carbonara and I’m tempted to skip the bath and go straight to supper. I swipe a piece of warm garlic bread and go plonk myself and Melody in front of the TV. The news is playing but I’m taking almost no notice, devouring the piece of bread and trying to stop Melody pinching it from me.
“You can’t eat this, baby.” I tell her but break a small piece from the crust, not being able to deny her anything. After the bread is gone she curls up on my tummy enjoying long strokes down her back and I find myself nodding off. I don’t know how long I’m out but I wake to Dominic stroking my hair down face and he swims into focus with a smile on his face.
“I didn’t want to wake you, baby girl, but you really need to eat. I’ve made you a coffee to try and perk you up enough to have supper.”
I smile at how thoughtful he is, pulling him to me for a soft kiss. “Thank you, Dom, for looking after me. I don’t know where I would have been these last few weeks without you. The meetings and organisation of this event has been enough to run me to the funny farm, or an early grave even.”
“I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen, sweetheart.” He lays a kiss on my forehead before handing me a hot, sweet coffee. It’s like heaven on my tongue and I sit sipping it when Dominic brings me a big, hot plate of carbonara.
I thank him before devouring it, with extra helpings of bread. It’s delicious and I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful for a good meal. It does nothing to relieve my exhaustion though, if anything it makes me sleepier so Dom wastes no time in getting me into a hot bath full of lavender. I let the heat relax my aching muscles and the aromatherapy unwind my mind. Dom leans against the sink chatting to me and generally making sure I don’t nod off and drown myself.
I dry off and slip into a pair of knickers and one of Dominic’s t-shirts before jumping under the covers. Dom sits on the side of the bed, still chatting about tomorrow and all the last minute prep I’ve had to do today.
“I’ve actually questioned my sanity to think I could pull off an event this large,” I chuckle, flopping back onto my fluffy pillow and feeing melody curl up on my legs.
“You’ve pulled it off though, babe.” Dom smiles. “I’m gonna come and join you in bed shortly, I’m just going to tidy downstairs then I’ll be with you. Tomorrow is going to be amaz
ing, the best event I’ve ever been to, that’s for sure.”
“Say that tomorrow night, Dom, when Lucy and I close the event. If everything goes to plan up until that point, I’ll be happy to call it a success.”
For a heartbeat he looks nervous and his eyes flit around the room before he takes a deep breath and releases it in a whoosh.
“It’ll all go to plan,” he says, more to himself than to me before he nods and leaves the room.
How long it is before he comes to bed I don’t have a clue because I am out like a light in a dead sleep, totally beyond exhausted.
I wake pretty early the next morning, before the alarm clock and Dominic, but I feel totally rested and I’m almost instantly on a nervous fuelled adrenaline rush. I slip out of bed as silently as I can but Melody wakes, meowing in demand of her breakfast. I swear this cat lives for food and I pop into the kitchen to make coffee and put her food out. After a hot drink I shower quickly and give myself a mental talk in the mirror. Telling myself everything will go well. I added a VIP marquee last minute yesterday for planners and organisers but it’s also doubling up as a prep room for DJ’s too. I’ve arranged to meet Pops, Jimmy and Paul there before the gates open. My phone rings and I bolt through to the bedroom hoping it won’t wake Dom but I’m too late. I apologise and answer Pops’ call.
“Morning, Tara,” he greets, sounding incredibly chipper. “I’m down at the event and I just wanted to reassure you everything is good to go. One of the merchandise tents had a bit of a disaster when their stock got soaked by a summer shower in the night but it’s only one box so no biggie. That said, if it rains again that marquee will need extra covers.”
“Oh, well I’ll call the hire company and demand they patch it in case of showers but it’s forecast to be dry and warm all day.”
“I just thought I would let you know. Beer tents and rides are ready, security are all fit to go. So there is no need to rush down here. Jimmy and Paul aren’t here yet anyway.”
“Cool. Well, I’ll just grab some breakfast and come down.” I turn when I feel Dominic tugging the bottom of the towel wrapped around me. I giggle at the glint in his eye as he shakes his head at me rushing off and he makes a grab for me that I side step. I have to admit the sight of his naked body crawling down the bed towards me is beyond inviting. Seeing his biceps flex when he makes another lunge for me makes me giggle whilst further igniting my lust for him.
“No rush, Tara. Take your time, just be here for the meeting in the VIP tent at 10 o’clock.” Pops tells me and I bite my lip, breakfast looking tastier than ever as I drop my towel I see Dom’s eyes widen and he blows out a long breath.
“Okay, see you then. Thanks, Pops.” I end the call and silence my phone before dropping it on the dresser. “Do you want breakfast?” I ask Dom with a cheeky sparkle in my eyes. He throws the bedding on the floor, his manhood now stood to attention and his temple of a body on display, wetting my appetite further.
“DisDiva, I don’t think I have ever woken so famished.”
By 10 o’clock Dominic and I arrive at the venue and I get a shot of excitement and adrenaline seeing the huge queues to get into the event. Security let us through the barrier and we make our way to the VIP tent. I’m pleased to see all the managers and the headline acts all in attendance. We are greeted with smiles and handshakes and we all take fresh coffees from one of the vendors before taking a seat and running over the list of final checks. Once we know everything is in order and there are no issues need addressing we send a message for security to open the gates. The warm up DJ’s take their places and start to belt out the first sets of the event.
Clubbers pile in in their droves, VIP guests and gold ticket holders first. From the side of the stage in the main arena I take a minute to survey the scene. Radio stations are doing live broadcasts, including Xtreem radio which Dom has a shift covering later in the evening for a few hours. The camera crews and photographers are milling about and already merchandise is flying off the shelves.
“I have to hand it to you, babe, you pulled this off with flying colours.” Lucy startles me from behind and I throw her a grateful smile. Shazza comes to stand behind her and wraps her arm around her shoulder with a grin full of pride.
“It’s amazing, Tara, I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks, ladies. I’ll be happy when it’s all over and I dare to breathe, until then I’m gonna be on tenterhooks with nerves. Once we get to four in the morning and we play our last set I will flop back and say ‘fuck, we did it’ then revel in the glory.”
Both girls laugh and Lucy pushes my shoulder. “You should let your hair down, enjoy the moment. Take your business hat off for a while. I’m sure by this evening you’ll relax.”
“Which reminds me, where is Lauren?” Shaz asks with a curious look around.
“Oh, she stayed with Grotzy last night. Which, I’m sure you agree, means she’ll be arriving later. You know Dean, he rolls in when he’s ready, but never late for a set.” I grin, quietly pleased with how they have hit it off. Lauren didn’t need dragging down with a freeloading boyfriend, she has the talent to make a name for herself without being part of Hot Ice. If anything, Grotzy will only raise her profile on the scene.
“Isn’t she playing in a couple of hours though?” Lucy asks.
“Yeah, actually. You think I should text her?” Shazza asks but I shake my head, confident she’ll be here well in time for her set. I know how hyped she was to be playing today.
“Nah, she’ll show. Come on, let’s show our faces with the revellers.” I smile and we head out to do some merchandise signings and chat to some of the regulars. Baz almost has a coronary when the tent we start signing in gets swamped by clubbers and the place is heaving with people all buying and shoving goods in front of us to sign. Lucy and I exchange a glance when Baz starts cursing and is obviously struggling to keep punters back from the tables we are signing at. He calls for extra security and what started as a small gathering soon turns into a riot squad all shouting and calling to us for pictures.
The events official photographers get in on the action and within half an hour we are literally swamped under bodies of people all wanting our signature on things. I flick a slightly worried glance at Lucy and she looks a little panic stricken, too. It seems word has got round that clubbers can get our signatures side by side and it seems like every ticket holder wants their copy. I catch Baz’s eye and he stops holding clubbers back for a minute to lean in to me.
“Could you make an announcement we are only doing a dozen or so more, then we are stopping? This is getting out of hand.”
Baz simply nods, speaks into a walkie talking and within minutes four more members of security arrive and start turning away people at the entrance to the tent and asking people inside to leave. Surprisingly the place practically empties almost instantly and Dom comes rushing through the thinning crowd, forcing his way to the front and looking almost frantic. He spots Baz stood before me then sees me sat behind the table with relief on my face and he blows out a long breath.
“For the love of god, you scared the living shit out of me! Is everything okay?” He demands to know, circling the table behind Baz and pulling me to him. I blink up at him in surprise.
“Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just heard the urgent call for security out here and I’d heard you were signing in here so I put two and two together and shit a brick. I thought something had kicked off and you needed help.” He looks positively sick with worry and I lay my palm against his face, smiling to reassure him.
“Aww, babe, I’m sorry for panicking you. Things just got a little crazy for a while but I’m fine, I have my guys around me.” I smile at Baz who simply winks. “The impromptu signing just kinda got out of hand. Thank you for rushing to try and save me though.”
“I need saving, from you! You worry the crap out of me at these events. Just… Stay with Baz, please?” He pleads with his eyes and I see some of the
tension leave his shoulders. He lowers his voice and speaks into my ear. “Some of these fans are smashed out of their face already and I don’t trust them around my girl.”
I give him a pouty smile before going up on tip toe to quietly reply. “Thank you for being so protective, Dominic. I promise I’ll stay with Baz.” I swear and lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, coming down off of my tip toes and meeting his gaze. His eyes flash with something heated, his protective instincts or something similar before he takes a hold of my face and kisses me deep and hard, just for a minute. When he breaks off the kiss I bite my lip and smile, thanking him with my eyes.
“Hey, Tara, can you sign my tits?”
We both turn to see Lucy signing a guy’s topless body with a playful gleam in her eye. We both burst out laughing and I shake my head in fun. I hold up my silver metallic sharpie.
“Bring it on, muscle man,” I tease, leaning over to sign the opposite pectoral to Lucy. We are both laughing and the guy has his hands thrown in the air.
“Oi, oi. This is the shit right here! The two hottest DJ’s on the face of the earth playing with my tits!” The guy yells, making everyone laugh and Lucy kisses his chest, leaving a hot pink lipstick mark.
“Let’s have a photo,” calls the event photographer but it’s awkward being on the opposite side of the table from the guy. I step up on a chair and up onto the table, tipping my head at Lucy to do the same.
“Hey, hot stuff, up here,” she calls to the guy who is obviously a party animal and loving the attention. We flank him on the table and I throw a peace sign at the camera, poking my tongue out and Lucy flutters her eyelashes in her usual pouty style. The guy has his arms around us and drops a kiss on both of our cheeks before Baz is satisfied that’s enough of the antics and calls us all down.
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