Page 40 of Carnage
“No shit, but you can put your hands on his hips and get close.”
“That’s a bad idea. It’s not like that with us. He’s just a guest. Almost like a job.”
“Speaking of,” Specter says. “Did you talk to Shadow about it yet?”
“Nope. He hasn’t exactly been in a good mood the last couple of days.”
“If you’re waiting for that, you might be stuck for a while,” Whisper adds. “Bellamy’s appearance turned the poor guy inside out.”
“I noticed.”
A smile tugs at my lips as I watch Rue lift his arms above his head, a pretty smile on his lips as he sways his hips. He’s beautiful in his natural state, but glammed up a little? Fuck me. How am I supposed to be cool and keep my hands to myself? I’ve never even been into feminine men, but something about Rue just does it for me.
“You don’t find him attractive?” Specter asks, poking at my silence.
“Of course he’s attractive. I have eyes.”
“So why aren’t you closing the deal?”
I shrug, lifting my cocktail to my lips for a sip. “It seems wrong. He came from a dude sexually exploiting him, and that’s not me.”
“No shit, bro. Maybe it would be consensual? Have you seen how he looks at you?”
Whisper chuckles. “Spec has a point.”
“Maybe, but we all know desperation can make you do things you might not do normally.”
“Dude.” Whisper drags the word out. “Your manners are commendable and I’m into consent as much as the next guy, but there’s nothing desperate about wanting to fuck a guy who looks like you. Get real.”
I chuckle, focusing on Rue again. He leans in close to Colson and whispers in his ear, and then they laugh together.
The guys don’t know Rue is a virgin, and it’s not my place to tell them, but it does hold me back. Do I really want to be his first experience? Shouldn’t he want to wait for love or some shit?
The song changes to something far sexier, and Specter smacks my arm. “I’m going to get my man.”
Rue’s eyes flit to me and he smiles, doing another body shimmy that does things to me. Whisper takes my glass out of my hand and nudges me forward.
“Go dance with him.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I push through the few people between us and stop in front of Rue. He’s not much shorter than me; just enough that he has to tilt his head slightly as I move in close.
“Mind if I dance with you?”
He smiles brightly. “I was hoping you would.”
I have no idea what to do, so I just slide my hands onto his hips and let him take it from there.
And he does.
Rue grinds against me, draping his arms around my neck and brushing his body to mine. He smells incredible—soft and musky, with a hint of sweat from dancing, but it’s addictive on him. His eye color pops even in the dim light of the club, and every time he licks his lips, I want to do the same thing.
“You are gorgeous, you know that?”
“Thanks to Colson.”
“No. He’s not a magician. All that beauty was already there. I thought the same thing when you cried.”
