I narrow my eyes at him, and he flashes me a big grin. Our conversation is interrupted by three guys squeezing between Cash and the two women. The women are unnoticed as they crowd around my friend.
“Hey, cutie,” one says.
Cash looks up, giving them all sweet, innocent eyes that my bestie pulls off so well. “Hey,” he answers, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Feel like dancing, sweetheart?”
He glances at me, giving me a wink, and slides from his stool. He’s smaller than all three men, and he definitely has the whole young, innocent, newbie vibe down. “Sure, but I’m not good at dancing.”
“We’ll be happy to lead you.”
I roll my eyes, bringing Cash’s drink behind the bar and setting it on the back countertop, out of everyone’s reach.
While I tend to the patrons, I keep my eye on Cash. He’s at the front with the three guys all over him. Both Benson and Onyx are watching him. Bryce’s attention is always somewhat vague and distant. Benson looks like he wants to rip Cash’s hair out, which is probably why Cash is so close to the stage. Onyx… I can’t quite decipher his expression, though he’s not at all happy.
Maybe he thinks Cash is that close to piss Benson off, too. Ben makes it far too easy, and he’s such an asshole, he deserves it.
Laiken steps up behind me as I’m wiping water spots left by glasses. He’s close, his chest practically pressed against my back. His body heat makes me shiver, but his breath on my ear and his low voice make me weak in the knees.
“He’s trying to piss his brother off, isn’t he?” Laiken asks.
I snort. I’m about to say yes when I look at Onyx. “I don’t think it has anything to do with Ben.” Not with the way Onyx is watching him. Ben doesn’t exist at all right now.
It’s several songs before Cash returns to the bar. The three guys follow, and I have a feeling they’re not so subtly hinting that they’d like him to go back to their room with them. I don’t need to hover close. Mike is already there.
One of the things I love about the Hinky Dinky Bar is that all the bartenders pay close attention to what happens at the bar and on the dance floor. The safety of their patrons is important. Especially when those patrons are residents. Everyone is family on Kala. You always look out for family.
As I make a Manhattan, I keep an eye on Onyx. I’m pretty confident he’s still staring at Cash, incredibly unhappy. Hmm. I wonder if this crush is on both sides.
Laiken’s hand lands on my hip, and I almost burst into flames. “Break?”
I glance at Cash.
“Mike will stay close.”
I nod, but wait until Cash meets my eyes. I motion that I’m heading on break, and he nods. I know my friend, and I doubt he’s interested in any of them for real. Certainly not all of them.
Tossing my towel on the back bar, I follow Laiken to the door. Most of the back is lined with shelves filled with liquor stock. To the right is a small kitchen that makes bar food—wings, fries, and pizza. To the right is a break room and an office.
I follow Laiken into the breakroom and drop into the chair, letting my head fall back. I close my eyes and absently twist back and forth in the chair. “My feet are tired,” I complain.
Laiken chuckles. I open my eyes after a few minutes to find the door shut. Laiken is leaning against the table beside me.
I slide my office chair until I’m in front of him. He’s in the perfect position where I’m staring at his crotch. I can’t help but stare. Wondering what he’s hiding under his pants. What goods are there? Will he let me suck him?
We’ve been making out for a few weeks now, but that’s all we’ve been doing. Kissing. I love kissing. Especially kissing Laiken. But I’m so damn horny.
My eyes flicker to his. He’s watching me, eyes filled with heat.
Yep, I’m going to take my chances. Since breaks aren’t long, I don’t beat around the bush. I place both my hands on his thighs, and drag them up his legs until I can drip my fingers under the waist of his pants.
“Can I see what’s in your pants?” I ask.
Laiken licks his lips. Nods.
I drag my fingers to the buttons and quickly undo them. Maybe I’m nervous he’s going to change his mind. Maybe it’s because we don’t have long. Maybe because I’m excited to see his dick. Either way, I don’t take my time.
Gripping the waist of his pants, I yank them down until I’m looking at his dick outline in his briefs. I trace my hand along his shaft. He’s much bigger than I anticipated. So sexy.
