“I doubt you have trouble finding willing participants.”
“Not you?”
“I’m already locked down. Sorry.”
Undeterred, he slides his hand up my back. “He doesn’t have to know. I’ll be gone tomorrow and you’ll never see me again.” Styx leans a little closer. “But you can tell all your friends you fucked a rock star.”
I study his face. Of course he’s arrogant. Why wouldn’t he be? “So you think your dick is worth blowing up my life just so I can have bragging rights?”
“Nine inches, gorgeous. And I know how to use it.”
I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I’m no size queen. I’d rather enjoy the interaction than be worried about my internal organs.
“Ooh, so tempting,” I purr, even though there’s nothing less tempting I can think of at the moment. I run my fingers under his chin, breathing softly. As predicted, he leans into my touch, his eyelids fluttering. “If you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll see what I can do.”
His eyes heat and he nods, swept up in my trance. He doesn’t stand a chance in hell, but I’ll let him think he does until the tab is closed out.
I slide off his lap, moving to the next table but allowing my eyes to shift to Specter. He’s watching me, his gaze pure lust. Thank fuck. I worried I might trigger his protectiveness, but no, that’s something else. That’s a man who’s confident he’s already got me locked down, and he does. He trusts me. That knowledge warms my entire body.
When Rudy’s song comes to a close, I slip backstage to get ready. I’m going to blow the roof off this place tonight, and I’m so excited Specter gets to witness it.
It’s for him, after all.
CHAPTER 31
Specter
I’ve gotmy eyes on the rocker who had his hands all over my man. He doesn’t know any better, but fuck, I want to break his fingers and punch his face in just for looking at Colson the way he did. Obviously, I won’t. I can contain myself. It helps that I know Colson the way I do. I recognized the aloof detachment in his eyes, the way he knows how to lure a man in and let him down gently. He’s incredible.
Now I’m mere minutes from watching him dance again and my cock is already swelling. I know it’s gonna be good. Bellamy watched him rehearse in our home gym yesterday and came upstairs fanning himself.
The MC comes out to announce Cashmere, and the lights dim, the opening notes of “Closer” filling the club. It’s such an instantly recognizable song that the audience brims with excitement.
When the curtain goes up, Cashmere slinks out. He’s wearing a tight-fitting blue suit and a hat with his head low as he saunters across the stage, his body moving in time with the music. When the song gets to the chorus, Cashmere drops to his knees, removing the hat so his silky hair falls free.
My chest tightens as my dick swells even more. Fuck. He’s beautiful.
And mine.
He humps the floor suggestively before flipping onto his back in a sexy arch. As he gets back to his feet, his gaze finds me and he winks before tearing the suit off in one pull. The audience goes wild, hollering, clapping, and shouting for my man as he twerks that full ass of his at us, his hands twisted in his hair.
Cashmere grabs a chair that’s off to the side of the stage and straddles it, hanging off it and lifting his legs in the air. I notice he makes a gesture with his fingers and suddenly a shimmery liquid falls from above, drenching him.
I gasp, as do several audience members. The one he was talking to earlier is leaning back in his seat, his eyes clouded with lust, and the sight makes me chuckle. He wants Cashmere so bad, but he’ll never have him.
Cashmere is off the chair, sliding all over the floor, covered in oil as he simulates several sex acts, from pumping his hips in the air to a sexy back arch while on his knees. He’s on full display with a nude-colored jock on and matching tape over his nipples.
As the song closes out, Cashmere lies on his back, slightly arched and breathing hard, his glistening skin catching the light perfectly. The crowd surges to their feet, going absolutely wild over that performance, and my chest swells with pride. My beautiful dancer. He’s so fucking talented, I’m left speechless. Sexy but classy at the same time.
The curtain closes around him, and I desperately want to go to the back, but I don’t. He’ll need to clean up after all that, but fuck, I wish I could go to him right now and fuck him raw. Actually, I wish I could drag him back out onto this stage and fuck him in front of all these greedy eyes so they know he’s already taken. I’m the lucky fucker who gets to touch him. Just me.
The lights come up and the man who was talking to Cashmere earlier is looking towards backstage. Oh, dude, I fucking dare you. He rises and I tense up, ready to intercept him, but hewisely turns towards his bandmates, joining one of their tables. The guys laugh and talk and then shots are passed around.
After about thirty minutes, I can’t wait anymore and I slip backstage, making sure to check that Ivy and Rudy are out on the floor still. Outside the curtain to the dressing room, I call out, “Can I come in?”
“Yes,” Colson says.
I enter, stopping when I see him. He’s got one leg propped on a chair, rubbing lotion on. He’s freshly showered, his long hair damp and tucked into a low bun at the base of his neck. His makeup is off, and once again, he’s my beautiful man all stripped back.
