“Oh yeah,” he breathed against my cheek. “Maybe they’re not involved now, but theydefinitelyfucked at some point. How could any man resist?”
“She is kinda hot, and I’m gay.” Baxter had glowing copper-toned skin, and the kind of slim curves that were, I guessed, stuck forever in the delectably firm stage. She also had the longest legs I’d ever seen outside of obviously photoshopped models.
“Dude, if I wasn’t with you, and she wasn’t a vamp, I’d totally be trying to tap that,” Luc muttered, slightly too wistfully for my comfort.
“She’d eat you for breakfast and spit out the pips.”
He sighed. “What a way to go though.”
I fastened my mouth over the meaty part where his shoulder joined his neck, and bit down hard enough to mark. “Good thing I’m not the jealous type.”I think I might be a bit jealous.
The lights flickered off and I barely managed to stifle a gasp. Oh yes, we had a job to do.
Knowing we weren’t being eavesdropped on made it simpler. In my head we were breathing in the cool, dusty, concrete air of the backstage area of Ritzy’s, having escaped the hormone-and-sweat-laden tang of the main dance floor. The fire door clanged behind us, and we were alone, me, flushed and limber after working up a lather dancing for Luc. He was aroused from watching me, and protective, because we weren’t supposed to be here, so he’d keep a supernatural ear out for any signs of danger. I kept up a running commentary of what I wanted to do to him as we half stumbled along, pausing to kiss, and to slide our hands up T-shirts, down inside the waistbands of our trousers.Oh crap.“I wouldn’t be wearing cargo pants to dance in,” I mumbled against Luc’s neck, ensuring not even the world’s best lip reader would have a chance of interpreting my words if we could be seen on camera at this point.
He halted, and crashed back against the nearest wall, dragging me on top of him as if he couldn’t wait to touch me. He stuck his tongue into my ear, which made my hard-on throb, then followed it up with, “You didn’t plan it. We were passing, you had the keys, we snuck in, remember? It’s all good. Let’s keep going?”
Okay then. That made sense. After all, I was hella impulsive. I put myself back into the right mindset. Imaginary me could even have removed my kecks before I danced, then redressed. Okay, that worked.
Luc remembered to look around for cameras, then pulled me behind the prearranged pillar. He was half hard already, which would aid believability.
We necked for I don’t know how long before his grasp on my arse suddenly went up a few notches from ‘smooching’. “Christ, I want to be inside you,” he groaned.
I bit back my own gasp, becauseshit,my bum was tender, slithered out of his grasp, and made a grab for his belt buckle. “We don’t have any lube, but I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” I seemed to have forgotten he wasn’t actually going to fuck me. I wrenched open his fly, and his cock sprang upwards, the tip sticking out of his boxers, already rosy and leaking. Instantly he dragged my body forwards to cover it up. “Cameras, babe,” he muttered in my ear.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, it should be illegal,” I murmured back, easing my hand between us and wrapping my fingers around his pulsing length.
Luc’s hand pressed down on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees. “Just suck me already, Charley, for Chrissake.” He sounded pained. Before I could check if he really wanted me to, he groaned and whispered, “Not for real, obviously. Just make it look good.”
I fumbled my own zip, facing away from the hidden camera and said distinctly, “When I look up again, brush the hair off my face, ’kay?” Baxter needed a clear shot so there could be no doubt it was me. I waited until he moaned a ‘yeah’ before I stared up at him. For once I was truly grateful that my enhanced eyesight meant I could see him clearly. Prickles of sweat dimpled his forehead, and his eyes were glassy with desire. He smiled down at me so tenderly, I felt something in my chest twang. Damn, this was so not the time for romance, and yet…
Looping tendrils of my hair around his forefinger, Luc smoothed them behind my ear. “I’m crazy about you, Charley,” he croaked. “One near miss on a foggy night and you were embedded so deep in here—” He palmed his chest, “—I’ve no chance of ever breaking free.” His smile turned crooked. “Not that I want to.”
“Should bloody hope not,” I retorted, emotion making me sound harsher than I intended. “I’m too good in bed.”
His soft chuckle went straight to my balls. “That you are.” His gaze hardened slightly, and I knew he was back in the acting zone. “You going to suck my dick or just stare at it, babe?”
After that, I forgot about the cameras completely. There was just Luc and me, alone in the bowels of this ancient rambling house in the middle of nowhere, and my mission was to rock his world. Challenge accepted.
By the time he grabbed my head and thrust his hips forward, miming shooting down my throat, I was three quarters of the way to nirvana, immersed as usual in the overwhelming sensory experience that was loving Luc. Only the unrelenting ridges of the uneven floor under my knees and the creepy feeling of knowing we were being filmed, had kept me from making good on my promise to actually deep throat him. I sat back slightly as Luc loosened his grip on my hair, and made to free my own aching cock, almost ready to say sod it and to finish the job. “No, not like that,” Luc said quickly. “Stand up.” He dragged me bodily off the ground and thrust a hand between us to cover my fist with his own. “Together, pretend we’re doing it like this,” he murmured against my neck. “We can finish off upstairs.”
I dropped my head, and nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder. It no longer felt romantic, but his whispered promise kept me on the edge. When I ‘finished’, I pretended to wipe us both off using my boxers; hoiking them up nearly gave me a wedgie, but it would hopefully look authentic.
We straightened our clothing, then made our way back towards the supposed door to the club, weaving slightly. I made a point of pretending to stop and check at the last camera, as if we were about to sidle back onto the dance floor. Moments later, the brighter lights flickered on, making both of us wince. We hurried our pace and were soon at the top of the steps again. Pavel was waiting for us. “Good evening, young master, Master Bradshaw. Would you care for a warm drink? The master is waiting for you in the library.”
Made sense we were supposed to check in. I deliberated for a second. “Have I got time to shower first, Pavel?”
His nose wrinkled, then he said delicately, “I should think so. I shall inform the master you will be, say, twenty minutes?”
“Twenty-five?” I bargained. “When we come down, I’d like a…” I hesitated, “…a drink from the other fridge please.” Fuck it, I’d intended to say ‘blood’ but the word stuck in my throat.
Pavel tipped his pale head a fraction. “Heated, young master?”
“Please.” I gave Luc just enough time to say another tea would be appreciated, before I was tugging him along the corridors and up the stairs to our room. Before Luc had even pushed the door closed, I was stripping at lightning speed, utterly desperate to feel his touch without the eyes of who-the-fuck-ever on us. Grabbing the lube, I dashed into the bathroom to turn the shower on to warm up. “C’mon,” I urged him. “I fucking need you inside me.”
Luc snickered. “I know I’m a wolf with superhuman abilities, but good job I didn’t really just come. This refraction time would be pushing it, even for me.” His clothes were hitting the floor at almost the same speed as mine. “Get in the bathroom and prep yourself. We don’t have long.”
It didn’t take long.
