“For sex, yeah, but for a relationship, it’s a throuple.”
“I can’t see Shadow ever sharing a man with anyone, especially Bellamy,” Whisper says.
“And especially with Stealth,” Carnage adds.
“I can,” I say.
Carnage looks at me while Boone twists in his seat to do the same.
“What do you mean?” Whisper asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
“I know I’m new here, but I have eyes. Stealth and Shadow clearly have some kind of complicated history, and I think it’s obvious there’s some tension there of the sexual kind.”
“Uh…” Whisper says.
“Then add Bellamy to the mix. He obviously has feelings for Shadow, and I could be wrong, but he’s at least attracted to Stealth on some level. He’s the bridge between Stealth and Shadow. So either nothing happens or everything happens.”
“I don’t see it,” Whisper says. “Shadow is too closed off.”
“For now.” I pat Carnage’s leg. “Haven’t you boys noticed how meeting the right person can change things? All of you talk about how you never thought Specter would settle down and get married, but look at him. And Wraith too. Talk about complicated, but they couldn’t resist each other.”
Boone scoffs. “Pretty wild.”
“Me and Carn.” I look at the sexy, intense man beside me. “We didn’t expect to have something like this. I’m just saying, life holds all kinds of surprises, and Bellamy is… well, he’s a ray of sunshine, isn’t he? And both those boys could use some sunshine.”
Carnage lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. “Maybe.”
“Guess you never know,” Whisper adds.
“Stranger things have happened,” Boone agrees.
We arrive at Segreto a few minutes later, and after parking, the four of us head in to join the others. The club is dimlylit, but it’s not at all what I’m expecting. It’s like a speakeasy, all velvet furniture, moody lighting, and vintage touches. I was thinking seedy strip club vibes, but this place makes more sense for someone like Colson.
We sit around several pulled-together tables, and a tall man with a muscular build comes over wearing nothing but tight pink boy shorts and knee-high boots. He’s got pale pink hair, lots of tattoos, and quite a few piercings, including his nipples, one eyebrow, his bottom lip, and two across the bridge of his nose. He’s very attractive and oddly pretty in a terrifying way.
Whisper notices him right away, gazing up at the man with his lips parted.
“Hey, boys,” the server says. “You can call me Blush. What can I get you to drink?”
“What are your specials?” Specter asks.
“Our signature cocktail tonight is called Pink Kiss. It’s very good but dangerous. I could get some pitchers for you.”
“Sound good, guys?” Specter asks.
I nod, squeezing Carnage’s hand. I’d sit on his lap if I could, but the chairs are small; they might not hold us both. Everyone agrees, and when Blush walks off, Whisper’s gaze follows.
“Jesus, that ass should be illegal,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, he’s hot,” Phantom says. “You going for it? ’Cause if not, I will.”
Whisper watches Blush at the bar, and when the server turns in our direction and notices, he smiles and winks.
“Shit,” Phantom murmurs. “Already lost.”
Whisper grins, turning back to us. “You’ll get the next one. This place is full of pretty men.”
“True story,” Ghost says. “I hope Ivy’s dancing tonight. He’s uh, flexible.”
