Page 29 of Sinful Nights
“Fuck, you look good,” I tell him as we pass by one another in the hallway.
“Thanks, man. So do you. You did amazing out there. I hate having to go after you.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Oh, you’re lying, but thanks for the confidence boost.”
Declan takes off running up the stage steps just as the start of his song plays. Turning around from the stage, I startle when I run into Caleb. “Shit, I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“No worries, I was coming out of my office. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My gaze drifts to where Declan just disappeared and then back to Caleb, who’s staring at the space. “Uh, well, I gotta go change. See ya.”
I dash out of there, heading straight for the dressing room. I only have a minute or so to get dressed, so I’m whipping off my lacy white bra set and pulling on this light pink lingerie set that matches Bash’s black one. Bash is still at his stool, adding a few rhinestones to his eyes as I finish pulling the stockings up my legs. I double-check myself in the mirror, making sure I look good, and then we’re off, heading back down the hallway toward the stage.
“Who wants the chair this time?” Bash asks since we always take turns on who gets to sit in the chair during our routine. In the middle of our dance, we take a small pause to give one another a lap dance.
“You. I want to strip,” I say, knowing that Oak is in the audience and hoping he’ll like what he sees. I have plans for when we get home tonight, and I need him to be riled up.
“You got it, honey.”
Declan gets off the stage, and Bash and I take our spots. Our dance goes exactly the way it’s supposed to, neither of us messing up, and more importantly, me not falling on my face.Since it’s my last dance of the night, I eagerly rush off the performance area once we’ve finished and get changed into my street clothes. After saying a quick goodbye to all the guys, I head out of the back of the club, where Oak is already waiting for me.
Not knowing whether I can kiss him on the lips in public, I do what I always do: wrap my arms around his waist and give him a peck on the cheek. “I love when you’re in the crowd. How was the show?”
“Incredible. You were fucking spectacular, of course. And your set with Bash had every person in that club wanting to get up onto the stage with you. Oh! Have you ever seen Tristan’s act? He does this angel thing where he wears all white with wings and a halo? He had the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.” A knot twists in my stomach at the thought of Oak enjoying watching Tristan on the stage. “And Declan. Oh god, he’s good too. Hell, you’re all good. All I can do is sit there and whoop and holler for all of you.” The knot in my gut unwinds a bit as he continues talking about everyone. Fuck, that was weird. I’ve never cared before when he would talk about how all the guys did on the stage.
“It’s nice to know you’re cheering us all on equally.” I say, even sounding sour to my own ears. Is it jealously? I don’t like the idea of Oak enjoying everyone else on the stage.
“Well, no, not equally.” Oak kisses the top of my head before opening the car door for me. “I always cheer loudest for you, of course. Whenever you’re on the stage, I can’t help but stare. I don’t think there’s a second where I even blink. All I do is watch you.” He gives me another kiss and then a gentle shove to get into the car.
Good.At least knowing that he’s so damn excited to watch me has the knot fully settling in my gut. Even if maybe all I want him to do is cheer only for me.
“I want some dessert,” I say when he gets into the vehicle, his arms flexing as he starts driving.
He places one hand on my thigh, the touch lighting me up. “We have stuff to make ice cream sundaes at home, if that sounds good.”
“That sounds perfect,” I tell him, turning my head on the headrest to smile at him. God, he always knows exactly what I want, even if it’s something as small as the exact dessert I’m craving.
Oak and I spend the entire ride home talking about all the different routines the guys did tonight. There’s no knot in my stomach this time, as I can tell he’s just admiring everyone equally. Except for me, since he truly thinks I’m the best at Peaches. It isn’t long before we’re walking into our apartment, and I head straight to take a shower. Dancing onstage always has me working up a sweat, and I want to make sure I’m clean before begging Oak to make me come again.
“I’ll be right out,” I yell, slamming the bathroom door behind me. I’m in and out in no time at all, deciding to pull a play out of Oak’s playbook and go commando. Walking into the kitchen, I pause in my tracks when I see Oak standing at the counter, a spread of ice cream and ice cream toppings laid out before him. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
Oak has set out everything. There’s chocolate, strawberry, and mint chocolate chip ice cream next to bowls of chocolate chips, cherries, sprinkles, and whipped cream. Oakley hands me a dish, and I pile it high with sweets, then take a spot on the couch. Oak fills his own bowl and then takes the place next to me. “This was a good idea. I’ll have to work out twice as hard tomorrow, but it’s just what I needed. I love my cheat days.”
I finish my bowl first, tossing it onto the coffee table, then wait for Oak to finish. Good god is he taking his time. All I’ve wanted all day is to suck his cock just like he did tomine. I wouldn’t say I was disappointed… actually, yeah, I was disappointed last night that I wasn’t able to repay Oak the favor of giving him a blow job. After he had me seeing stars, I wanted to do the same thing for him, but sadly, I wasn’t given the chance. I’m still blown away that he was able to come hands-free.
Because of me.
I groan loudly when I remember Oak telling me I was the reason he could come without even touching himself.
“You okay?”
Oak’s question jolts me from my daydreaming, my eyes flashing to his. “To be honest, no.”
“What’s wrong?” Oak sets his bowl down on the table, scooting closer to me.
Gesturing to his bowl, I say, “I want to suck your dick, just like you did to me. But you’re taking too long to eat your ice cream.”
“Oh,” he says, staring at me. “Cole, you don’t have to do something I did just because I did it. I wanted to do that.”
