Of all people, that bastard Medina was right there, and he definitely knew what Alistair was doing. His rapt attention broke the spell, and Noah tried to clear his head and get his damn skin to stop crawling.
“It’s a party.” Noah licked his lips. “This dumb guy I know was gettin’ my favorite DJ. He was invitin’ a bunch of people. Shit, he told me he already had a bunch of ‘em coming. It’s tomorrow.”
“Mmm.” Alistair’s finger teased along the side of Noah’s cock. “And you didn’t think to mention any of this?”
Noah gasped and tried to hide it by clearing his throat. God, he wanted Alistair to grab his dick. “No. Kinda got distracted with the whole, you know, you wanting to have that special business meeting with my uncle.”
“Any idea why they’re here now?”
“People hear about a free party and come fuckin’ running. They’re probably here to pregame for tomorrow. This kinda thing can go all weekend.”
Alistair looked over Noah for a long moment and pulled his hand away. “Then I suppose we’re going to have a party.” He directed his attention to the delivery man. “Carry on, sir. Thank you so much. Frida, if you’d please be so kind as to show him the way.”
The delivery man tipped his hat and followed Frida through the crowd, presumably toward the kitchen, with his cart.
“Mr. Star?” Crybaby pressed. “What are we doing?”
“The staff and entertainment have already been engaged, and we are being swarmed by guests.” Alistair cut his eyes at Noah. “To cancel suddenly might arouse suspicion.”
“You’re actually gonna let me have the party?” Noah was stunned. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Alistair glanced down Noah’s body. “And you will not be leaving my sight. Can’t have you wandering around, gossiping unchecked with your guests.”
“No, we couldn’t have that.” Noah took a step back, hoping some physical distance would alleviate his desire. He noticed Medina staring at him again. “The fuck are you looking at?”
“Nothing at all.” Medina smiled. “Just remembering how flexible you are.”
“I’ve got your fuckin’ flexible right here.” Noah started toward him. “You filthy fuckin’—”
“Noah,” Alistair said firmly.
Noah stopped, taking a step back with a huff. He didn’t know why Alistair’s voice gave him such pause, but he managed enough defiance to snap, “What?”
“Language, dear Noah, if you please.” Alistair glared at Medina. “And you. Mind your manners with my guest. Your previous tryst does not grant you the privilege of being inappropriate with him.”
“Of course, Mr. Star,” Medina said immediately. “Whatever you say.”
Noah smirked, sashaying back over to Alistair’s side. It did make him feel good to see Medina cower, and it was weirdly nice to have Alistair defend him.
Alistair lightly dragged his fingers over Noah’s thick bicep.
Noah shivered.
“Whatcha want us to do, Mr. Star?” Crybaby asked. She was clearly annoyed.
“Assist with the party as needed,” Alistair replied. “I’ll be taking charge of Noah for a little while.”
Noah didn’t know what that meant, but he hoped it was a situation where he could finally get off, far away from Medina’s creepy stare.
“Who is arranging this party?” Alistair asked him. “You said it was a friend.”
“Landon.” Noah grinned. “Oh, darn. I don’t know his number. I guess I better go get my phone?”
“I got it,” Medina said, reaching into his pocket. “I’ll find out how many vendors, approximate guest list, the works.”
Fucker.
Medina and Landon must have met at the bar the same night Noah first met Medina, but he didn’t remember them talking long enough to exchange numbers.
