He nodded.
Jayce said nothing at all, just shifted a step closer to me.
“I’m club treasurer, you know.” Undertaker stalked around Jayce and me in a tight circle, not straying out into the darkness. He brushed a hand along Jayce’s bicep and a wriggle of irritation slithered through my stomach, even though for him this was damn near PG behavior. “Heard you’d picked up a cop somewhere. Strange STD you and King have. Must be contagious. Did he give it to you, or you give it to him?” Undertaker winked at me, and Jayce’s face flushed red so fast I worried he might pass out from it. Couldn’t be healthy for that much blood to pool someplace that wasn’t his dick.
Undertaker leaned against my side and wrapped an arm around my waist. He rested his head against my shoulder for a second, and we both studied Jayce’s dangerously magenta cheeks.
“What were you doing back there?” Jayce asked, suspicion clear in his tone.
Undertaker smirked and crooked a finger toward the shadows. “Pet, where are you?” he crooned.
The darkness itself seemed to come alive for a few scary moments, and then Lee walked into the light looking sheepish. He was gargantuan compared to Undertaker, and his muscles rippled and flexed. Black smudges dotted his lips, cheeks, and neck, and lower on his wide, muscled chest. He was in black leather pants and the top button wasn’t done up.
Lee smiled and nodded at me, though he ignored Jayce. I inclined my head back, for some reason feeling like maybe the sub solidarity hour shouldn’t involve talking right at this moment.
“In answer to your question,” Undertaker said, stepping directly into Jayce’s dance space. “I was doing whoever I wanted.” He eyed up Jayce, amusement clear in the sparkle of his eyes. “Well”—he glanced at me—“I suppose if you’re going to fuck a cop, you at least picked a half-decent one.” Whip fast he snagged Lee’s hand and went inside ahead of us.
I glared at Jayce, not sure if we were really done with our argusation, but I didn’t want to have the rest of it in front of Undertaker. He’d only laugh at me and mock Jayce until there was a problem, which, all said and done, he might enjoy.
We went into the gloomy front hallway and someone gasped. I lifted my foot fast; I’d stepped on someone’s hand. The large man sprawled on the floor didn’t look like anyone I knew, and I decided his face was so pretty that he might be from the Courtesan, and besides, he was only wearing a pair of lacy yellow shorts.
“Fuck,” I grumbled. “Brace yourself.”
“Why?” Jayce asked.
Holding my head high, I strode ahead of him into the barroom. The party inside was loud and annoying and definitely in full swing. I elbowed my way between people and went to the bar, but King wasn’t sitting on his usual stool. He wasn’t in his office, either, when I checked for him, so I tracked down Undertaker with Jayce following right behind me. I found them in the boardroom, Lee on his knees in front of Undertaker. I wasn’t sure what was going on there, but Lee seemed like maybe he was in deep shit for something because I hadn’t seen Undertaker looking that brand of pissed off for a while. Lee had his hands up Undertaker’s kilt, not far enough to grab anything good in my estimation, and I knew begging when I saw it.
My gut clenched and heat skittered through me to settle low in my groin. I sent a covert side-eye to Jayce and ducked my head when he caught me looking.
“Do you happen to know where King is?” I reached out and tugged on the duffel bag slung over Jayce’s shoulder that held a ton of illegally procured money. Funny, Jayce hadn’t seemed too stuck on morality when we were pissing that away at the tables tonight. Anger had tingles racing up my spine. “There’s a fuckton of money in here and it’s King’s.”
“I’ll take it,” Undertaker said with a shrug and held out a hand.
“Sorry, don’t think so,” Jayce was quick to say as he backed off a few steps, but I dragged the bag from his shoulder and handed it to Undertaker, all while trying to murder Jayce with my eyes. This was the last man on earth anyone, anywhere wanted to offend.
“King trusts Undertaker more than he would trust you and me,” I said. “They go way back. It’s fine.”
“King trusts you,” Undertaker said softly with a wink. He popped my personal bubble by crowding me, which he sometimes liked to do, and dragged in a long, low breath, almost as if he was a predator scenting me. I’d never played with Undertaker because frankly he scared the hell out of me. I held my ground but really wanted to burrow into Jayce’s side. Maybe if I wasn’t so mad I would have gone to my Sir.
“Where is King?”
This close I could see some glitter that had fallen from Undertaker’s gray eyeshadow to dot his cheeks like freckles. I knew it wasn’t purposeful, but the makeup had the disconcerting effect of making him seem slightly innocent in a weird way. “At his place. Have you been there yet?”
“Yeah. Once.”
Undertaker fluttered his fingers at Jayce, waving. Why did everyone like winding him up?
“Are you certain about this?” Jayce asked me, and he didn’t even bother to lower his voice. Undertaker smirked and slapped Jayce on the shoulder hard enough to shove him backward a few steps.
“Pet, let’s go.” Undertaker snapped his fingers, and Lee scrambled to his feet, face tinted pink, but he didn’t look upset to be following his Master. On the contrary, he seemed practically euphoric. I was a little jealous of the fuckin’ kid because Jayce just had a pinched squint to his eyes that telegraphed his annoyance, and I doubted our brewing fight would end with me getting fucked the way Lee’s “trouble” would probably land him on Undertaker’s cock later.
“Why do you know where King lives?” Jayce asked, and I could tell it was killing him to do it because as soon as the words left his mouth, he snapped his lips shut and glared at the ceiling.
“Why do you know where Slater and Madden live?”
“I haven’tfuckedEvan.”
“Not my fault you don’t have game. Cop sex in a cruiser? Can’t think of much that would have been hotter, especially you two.” I grinned at him.
