The night after we wrapped in Tahiti did get pretty wild.I’m fairly certain it didn’t pan out the way Adam hoped.He wanted to sink his claws into me.Instead, he ended up getting butt fucked by the director’s other half.Man was she pissed to find her hubby wedged between the two of us.Swore blind she was going to sink the pair of us.Maybe that’s why Adam’s so down on his luck.Could be she’s the one that put the word out to steer clear of working with him?If so, the success ofOldrich Hallis likely the only reason I haven’t suffered a similar fate.Cue a wave of empathy for the manipulative sod.
Adam drifts a little closer to my stool.He’s crowding me in a way that’d normally piss me off, but the tickle of irritation is a welcome distraction from the painful swell of my cock.He grabs another two of the shot glasses, and passes me one.“Down in one?”he asks with a wink, before knocking his back.His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“Your turn.”
“I dunno,” I lift the glass to eye level.“Maybe I’ve already had enough.You can have too much of a good thing.”
Our gazes are locked.
“Not in my experience.”He takes the glass from my fingertips and tips it into his mouth, then he lean towards me.His hand twists in the back of my hair, while his lips make contact with mine.
It’s the glimpse of Kira’s glower I catch as he bends that prompts my response.Kissing him is easier than conversing, and it serves to remind me what it is I like, namely men.Okay, not especially this man, but at least he’s got the right appendages.I cup my hand right between his thighs to confirm that fact, and he stands straight and laughs.
“Well that’s straightforward.”
“Ain’t much straight about me.”
“Thank ever loving God.We should hang together, maybe go places…” He reels me in again, and slips me something hard along with his tongue.
Fuck!What the hell sort of nonsense is he giving me?I don’t trust the stupid sod.
I break it off.“Back in a few.”I hope he doesn’t imagine I’m inviting him to a rendezvous, or that we’re going to be taking this thing any further.I’m not interested in being Adam Bask’s safety net, and it occurs to me as I make the dash to the men’s room, that he’s a foolish choice if all I’m looking for is a quick confirmation that the world remains as it’s always been.I need a nobody, someone forgettable, someone without any baggage.A man like “Oscar.”I should have brought the kid along.That would have kept Kira at a distance.Or not.Thinking about Oscar just summons up memories of her gaze raking over my skin, and my flesh growing tight and hot.I need someone I don’t associate with Kira.I’ve a friend or two here tonight who fill that bill.Maybe one of them will even be prepared to play along with me.
My heart’s racing by the time I hit the men’s room.I plough straight into the nearest cubicle, and spit the crap Adam just pushed on me down the loo, and flush.The water swirls around the pan, and I sway dizzily watching it.Unsteadily, I lean back against the wall of the stall.I am so bloody screwed up.Can’t blame it on the drugs, as I didn’t swallow.Fuck—I never swallow.Heck, I don’t even suck unless I’m totally wasted.Too many associated memories.
Right now, as the sweat beads around my collar, I don’t see any of those dastardly shadows.Instead, I get a single clear vision of Kira on her knees.Red lips, pretty mouth open, waiting for me to slide inside.
Jesus holy Christ!
She’s a woman.She’ll splutter.It’ll be awful.
She won’t cope with giving it to me the way I like it.She’ll gag and curse and call me a bastard.
It’s true that I am one, and an unwanted one at that.
Somehow all the negativity I pour onto the vision in order to drown it does nothing of the sort.The bubble of lust only expands, until I’m tearing at my hair in frustration.
This is a result of the drink.
I’m drunk, that’s all.
Deep down, I acknowledge that it takes a lot more than a few shots to get me so hammered I’m capable of forgetting myself.Alcohol erodes barriers; it doesn’t fundamentally alter us at our cores.
In any case, it’s moronic to try and blame my state on inebriation.The only reason I started knocking them back was because she’d wormed her way into my head.Now instead of obliterating the odd notions I’m having about her, all I’ve managed to do is pickle them like goddamned shallots.
“Dylan… Dylan, are you in here?”
What have I had, forty seconds alone time and she’s already here?
“I’m taking a piss.”
“Then piss faster and get your butt back out here where I can keep an eye on it.”
Seriously, she can’t even let me be while I make use of theGENTS’?
“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far?”
“I’m probably not taking it far enough.Howard was very specific in his orders.If I was obeying the letter of his words, I’d be in there holding it for you.”
