Page 96 of Temptation
“Fair enough.” He looked down at his phone, frowning at whatever was there. “Dammit. Stay here,” he instructed and got out of the chair, and walked toward the exit. I simply nodded, but he was already gone to deal with whatever it was. I couldn’t move my eyes away from Dylan.
I couldn’t erase the mental images running through my mind of last night. I couldn’t forget his taste. I couldn’t eradicate it from my mouth. I wasn’t even sure if it was only him, or if it was the fact that I got him and Skylar, but my blood hummed in my veins, my body pushing me to go to him.
As if he heard me, as soon as I got out of the chair and started walking toward him, he looked at me, narrowing his eyes.
Skylar’s laughter filled the space, and I couldn’t remember when the last time was that she sounded so carefree. Even Sebastian seemed to be having fun when I looked at them, despite the visible tension in his shoulders. But Dylan… Dylan didn’t even attempt to have fun.
He kept scanning the area as if the monsters we were trying to get away from would get out at any minute now. His shoulders were tense, his eyes alert, and the beer he’d been nursing wasn’t even halfway finished.
“What are you doing here all on your own?” I asked as I approached him. I pulled out one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table and sat down, looking at him. His mind was maybe telling him one thing, but his eyes roamed over my body as if he too couldn’t get what happened out of his mind.
I wasn’t planning for it to happen, but it did. I thought he would fight me, that he would push me away, and he did—at first. I felt the surrender in his body before his mind connected the dots, and my soul sang out loud when his eyes showed that determination to get closer to me.
Even now, while he oozed with animosity, I still could see that surrender in him. His long fingers wrapped around the glass that was most probably warm by now, and I imagined those fingers wrapped around my cock, rubbing all those sweet spots. I could imagine Skylar between us, giving us everything we needed.
“It’s more fun observing people than participating,” he finally answered. “Besides, I still have no idea why I’m here.”
“Do you want to be here?” I asked.
Silence greeted me from the other side of the table, and I expected him to deny it, to tell me to go and fuck myself. I expected everything but what he asked.
“Do you want me to be here?”
As if somebody sucker punched me, my lungs emptied and my hands shook because the vulnerability in his voice drove the animalistic urge inside of me to get out of my chair and to show him how much I wanted him to be here. How much I craved him, how much I needed both of them. I wanted to reach out to him, to close the space between our hands, but I felt Sebastian’s eyes on us, and I had to have the talk with him first before doing anything with Dylan out in the open.
“I do.” I nodded, avoiding his eyes. I turned toward Skylar who was standing on the other side of the pool table, her eyes focused on us as she held the pole in her hands, ready to shoot. “Even though I don’t know why or how it happened, I want you here. You are not your parents. You are not your father.”
“But I am,” he murmured. “In a way, I am. I did terrible things for the sake of his approval, and I almost lost her in the process.” I felt his eyes on my face. “You don’t have to pretend to like me, Ash. I know that what happened between us, happened only because you don’t want her to choose.”
“What?” I turned toward him. “That’s not—”
“It’s the truth.” He smiled. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. I don’t do things I don’t want to do. You should ask my brother. I’m not the type of the person who would do anything just to appease somebody else. What happened between us last night is going to happen again, Dylan. That I can guarantee.”
“But—”
“No,” I stopped him. Before I could say anything, the door of the club opened with a bang, and on full alert, both of us jumped up, waiting to see what was going on. “We’ll talk later.”
“Ash!” Indigo called out before he reappeared in the club again. “Ah.” He looked at me. “I thought I told you not to move.”
“And I thought I told you a long time ago, I’m not a dog.” Somebody laughed at my words, but the voice wasn’t deep enough to be a man.
Before I could understand what was going on, three more people entered the club, scanning the area. Skylar and Dylan stepped behind me, and I turned around to see Sebastian at the table where Dylan and I had been sitting, holding that cue in his hands, as if that could save him if they decided to attack us.
A blond man stepped around Indigo, a smile caressing his face. If it wasn’t for the tattoos on his neck, he could almost pass as a civilian. But I saw his cut. I saw the way he carried himself, and I had no doubt in my mind that he was a trained killer.
“Atlas.” He extended his hand to me. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ash.”
“Ah, I would say likewise, but I didn’t hear much about you.”
“You mean he didn’t tell you how fucking amazing I am?” He looked between me and Indigo as he asked. “Of course he didn’t. I’m quite angry at him right now.”
“Atlas,” Indigo warned.
“What? The kid has the right to know what a motherfucker you are from time to time.”
“Atlas!” the man standing behind the two of them barked, and both Atlas and Indigo moved, revealing a tall man, with dark hair slicked backward, wearing nothing but a black, long-sleeved thermal shirt. The tattoos peeked beneath the collar of his shirt, and the military boots he wore ate at the distance between us.
