“Fuck, Dirk. I hate to ask this, but they like you for some reason. Can you make sure Alex and Trent get back to the house?”
A beat of anger furls in my chest. This night was already shit. I’ve spent it aching to touch Travis, while he’s barely looked at me. I’m trying to assume the best on that one, like maybe he’s just keeping our loosely veiled cover, but it’s still fucking trying my almost non-existent patience. Now I’m stuck looking after the chaos twins, because I’m gonna say yes. Fucking unbelievable. I’m not doing it for Stacey, though. It’s for Dash. I’d do anything for him.
“Yeah.” I huff and take a sip of my piss-warm beer.
“Thanks. I owe you.”
I get up immediately—learned my lesson from the last time—and grip each of them by their collars. They’re thin, waifish creatures. I’m used to tossing guys around four times their size. I shove them into a booth.
“You two will remain here until I figure out how I’m taking you home, understand?” I also casually look them over to make sure Dash didn’t do any real harm. They seem okay, and something tells me that even though they look fragile, they’re not.
They exchange a look. “But we didn’t get to talk to the big Daddy yet. Can you introduce us?”
I turn my head in the direction they’re looking, already knowing what I’ll find. Travis.MyTravis. Yeah, no. Not in this lifetime.
Taking one of his dainty hands in mine, I shake it in his face. “Lay one of these pretty little fingers on him, and I’ll cut this off.” I make a slice across his wrist just to be sure he knows what I’m saying—he’s gonna lose a hand.
He shivers, but with the way his eyes are blown wide with lust, I don’t think it’s from fear.
“Have you ever considered domination? You’d be good at it.”
What the fuck? I just threatened him, and I meant it, and he’s talking about, what? Dom shit? God damn. Just what kinda kinks are they into?
“No. Not my speed,” I say.
“I called it,” the other one says. “He’s a switch.”
I frown. “I’m not anything. Know what? No talking either.”
“Yes, sir,” they say in unison, miming locking up their lips and throwing away the key.
Fucking Christ, these two. But they help themselves to another tall drink of Travis, and then back to me again. They share a knowing smile. Did they just figure it out? How? Was itthe threat about the hand? Or something else? Whatever it is, it’s apparently as obvious as a full moon, and at this point, I wish my friends would pay attention long enough to catch us.
Pulling out my phone, I send Trav a message.
Me
Got a situation here. Have to escort Stacey’s friends back to the house. Should I bother coming back?
Trav pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans and stares for a minute, turning the full heat of his gaze on me, which has no trouble reaching me even ten feet away. Okay, I might regret my sassy attitude a little. Shit, no. Change that to a lot. His expression transforms—pure devil. One that promises hell to pay. It’s the kind of expression that only a sadistic bastard like Trav can pull off.
His thick fingers tap his phone, my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I swallow.
Trav
You’re not going anywhere, pretty boy. You sit your ass in that booth like a good fucking boy, and start your begging now via text, or you don’t get to come tonight. I’ll find a suitable ride home for Stacey’s friends.
My cheeks are on fire. It’s the only explanation for the level of heat in them. It’s not like Trent and Alex know what Travis just said, but the hot embarrassment moves through me as if they had, and arousal like no other floods to my cock.
I sit my ass down next to Trent and Alex. Is that … strawberry? Yep, they smell like strawberry candy. The taller one—still don’t know which is which—points to his mouth.
A sigh releases from my lungs unbidden. “You may speak.”
“We know that look. You’re in trouble,” he singsongs, sitting taller, a self-satisfied smirk curling the edges of his grin. But I get the impression he’s happy for me. Maybe even excited for me.
If only he knew how much torture I was in for. No, scratch that. He read it all in Trav’s demeanor.
He knows.
