“Having fun?” His breath is warm, but I can smell the faint scent of cologne, burned rubber, and gasoline.
Rose’s eyes flick over my shoulder, her face paling. “…and that’s my cue—” She swings her leg off me and I watch as she disappears into the fog, finding her next victim. I stand from the chair and flick my hair over my shoulder, turning to face Kyrin while making sure I keep Eli in my vision, too.
“Should you be on stage during a set?” I raise my brows at Eli, even though he and I both know that sinful promise continues to cling to the back of my brain.
Eli doesn’t answer as he continues to run the tip of his finger across his upper lip, his eyes weak. I can see behind the palm of his hand the slight curve of his grin, so I already know that whatever is happening among the three of us right now, he thinks is funny.
I turn toward Kyrin, tilting my head up to look at him. His jaw is tight, so tight I can see the swollen bulbs at each side flexing, but where Eli’s mouth has a smirk, Kyrin’s is in a snarl. “You know…”
Kyrin has been standoffish to me from day one. Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind. Flashing a red flag in front of a bull sounds like fun, especially if I have every intention of riding it. Flexing my fingers, I bring them to where his are at his sides, testing to see what he’ll do. I half thought he’d pull away, and he does a little, but then his movements stop. His index finger flexes, and just as he’s about to curl it around mine, he hesitates and pulls back slightly. I grab at his palm and force him down onto the chair I was just on. He falls down without a fight, as if he half expected me to, and is amused that I’d even have the balls to do it.
Stretching his arms wide, he leans back and stares up at me from behind hooded eyes. “What, Lilith? What do you want to do now?” He tugs his jeans down, showcasing the edge of his briefs and I’m momentarily distracted by the way his chest glistens in sweat and how much his clown makeup has smudged slightly. “You wanna fuck me?”
My mouth turns dry, my knees loosening. I run my tongue over my front teeth. I know that’s what he wants me to say, or do, just so he can turn me down. My eyes land behind him, on a still smirking Eli. Finally, Eli drops his hand from his mouth and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt while dampening his lips with his tongue and stepping out from behind the chair, closer to me.
“No.” I keep my eyes on Eli. “I’m going to fuck him, and you’re going to watch.”
I tilt my head in fascination as I wait for Kyrin’s response, but he shrugs as if to say game on. Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees. “Put me on a show.”
Eli sweeps my hair from one side of my neck to the other, his breath falling over my skin and leaving goose bumps as collateral. I smile down at Kyrin who is watching us closely. There’s more to him than what he shows. So, so much more, and after his answer, I find myself drawn to wanting to know what’s beneath that cold exterior that he keeps so hidden from the world.
Eli sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck. “Lean over by resting your arms on his legs. I’m not gonna fuck you slow this time.”
I turn in his grip, and our lips graze against each other, our breathing intertwining with one another.
“What are you doing, baby?”
The playful tone throws me off, because his eyes are flying between my mouth and my eyes. Our proximity is close, so close the tips of our noses touch every second that passes.
I lean forward and touch my lips against his, enticing him to kiss me. He opens, his hand coming to the back of my neck as his tongue slips between my lips, slowly sweeping over mine. Reaching for the front of his pants, I tug at his button. It’s not until he finally pulls away from our kiss that I notice he has taken his shirt off and his hair is wild all over his head. Gone is the playful Eli I’m used to, and standing there in front of me is someone who looks starved. Hungry for a lifetime and only now allowed to feast.
“Do as you’re told, Lil. Lean on him.”
I touch my lips with the tip of my fingers, now swollen and raw. I’ve kissed a lot of people in my short lifetime, and none have been like that. Maybe that’s the sexual tension people talk about finally coming together, or maybe Eli and I just have good sexual chemistry. Sex has been nothing more than a transaction for me in the past, but that has never stopped me from trying to enjoy it. It’s never worked. I always find myself withdrawing just as my body warms, but as long as the man finishes, the transaction is done. With girls, though… I’ve never had a problem. I knew I was attracted to both girls and guys when I was young, but sexually, I’ve never had sex with a man by choice.