Cashmere clears his throat, regaining my attention. He’s not smiling, and honestly, he looks a little pissed off. “What are you looking at?”
A satisfied smile tugs at my lips, but I hold it back. “Just wanted to see who had captivated my friend, that’s all.” I lean closer. “You never have to be jealous.”
He scoffs. “Jealous? Please. If I’m gonna sit at your table, then I require all of your attention.That’s all,” he says, dragging out the final two words to emphasize that he’s echoing me.
Definitely not delicate.
“My apologies, goddess. I’ll make it up to you.”
“How’s that?”
“I already told you.”
“Tell me again.”
I lean in, closing the gap between us. “I’m going to worship you. Whatever you want from me, you can have. I’ll keep you in bed until you ask to leave.”
He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. “You’re setting high expectations, Specter.”
“I know what I’m doing. You should know something else too.”
He nods but we both pause as Bunny returns with his drink. I watch Cashmere sip his drink, attempting to neutralize his expressions, but I’ve studied his face so much that I can see every minute twitch and reaction.
“I’m listening.” He sets his glass on the table.
“I’m all in. When I want something, I get it, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. So when I say worship, I mean it.”
A tiny crease appears between his sculpted brows, but then his face relaxes and he smiles. “I’ll tell you something too, then.”
I nod, practically drooling over his words.
“I’m not easy to please. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever been with, and if you say you’ll worship me, then I expect to have my mind blown. So you better bring your A-game.”
Challenging me to impress him? Cute.
“Game on, then.”
That’s when I notice Wraith watching me, a huge grin on his face. I roll my eyes.
“I have to mingle,” Cashmere says tightly.
“We’ll be here.” I brush my fingers against his on the table. “You’re safe.”
He nods, blowing out a slow breath as he gets to his feet. I watch him walk to another table with some younger guys at it. They look harmless enough, but I’ll keep an eye on things.
Wraith smacks my arm. “Thought you were just gonna lay him out on the table and fuck him in front of all of us.”
I huff a laugh, shaking my head but keeping my gaze trained on Cashmere. I swear my lips are still tingling from that too-brief kiss backstage, and my dick has been half hard since he got onstage. His body language is completely different at the other table than it is with me. He’s more closed off, the way he used to be with me before I made it my mission to wear him down. NowI know what his mouth tastes like, and by morning, I’ll know what the rest of him does too.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, startling me. I pull it out at the same time Wraith flips his over on the table. It’s a message in our group chat, Crestvale House. Not the most original name, but we’re not exactly a group of guys brimming with creativity. I remember Cashmere calling us murder buddies. I could change the name to that for a laugh, but there’s pressing business at hand.
Shadow: Carnage and Whisper, check in.
Several dots appear on the bottom of the screen, but as a minute passes, then a second, I look up to meet Wraith’s equally concerned gaze.
“Where the fuck are they?” Wraith mutters.
Before true panic can set in, Carnage’s name pops up with a message.
