Page 72 of Allured
“Chill, Viv. Just had an accident,” Alek swats her hand away from him. “Trust me, you don’t want to touch that.” His roguish expression paired with the obvious reddening of my cheeks gives us away, I fear.
“Oh, you guys are fucking gross,” Vivian exclaims, shaking her hands in an exaggerated manner.
“It really was a beautifully made cape, Vivian,” I say, in an attempt to placate her.
“He said it wasexquisiteto come on,” Alek blurts and wraps his hand around my waist to tug me closer, completely ignoring my look of mortification.
“Alek!” Vivian and I yell in unison.
The front doors of the club swing open and nearly hit Vivian. I completely welcome this disruption if it keeps us from continuing the previous conversation.
A tall figure dressed in a black suit, billowy white shirt, and…. a Phantom of the Opera mask suddenly joins our group. The thick mustache that fights the cover of the mask gives the person away.
“Hello, Knight,” I greet my cousin with a smile and a nod of acknowledgement.
Vivian’s narrowed eyes look as if she is trying to shoot Knight with lasers where he stands. I am once again thankful to Knight for diverting the death stare from me. Beside me, Alek snickers as he observes the situation and it almost has me losing my composure.
“Did you copy my costume?” she asks Knight.
“Really, Vivian. You’re asking if I’ve copied your costume as if you are the only person who has ever enjoyed Phantom of the Opera?” Knight replies. His arms are now crossed over his chest, mirroring Vivian’s stance.
“That’s our cue to go, angel,” Alek whispers close to my ear. I let my partner pull me into the club and we make our way over to the bar.
“What was going on out there?” I ask Alek as I am dragged behind him.
“I don’t know. They’ve been having little tiffs for a few weeks now that Knight’s been at the club more often,” Alek replies. His muscled form eventually settles onto a barstool and he maneuvers me toward one next to him.
“They’re both stubborn as fuck so it doesn’t surprise me,” Alek shrugs it off and waves down one of the bartenders hired for the party.
I process what Alek has recounted as he finishes ordering drinks for us. From what I’ve witnessed, and knowing howKnight can be, I definitely have an inkling that there is more going on between those two. But it certainly isn’t my place to gossip on pure conjecture.
“Ez?” Alek calls my name and it pulls me from my thoughts.
“I asked if you wanted to dance a bit with me?” he repeats. His eyes are wide and eager with hope.
“Of course, baby,” I lean forward and place a gentle kiss at the corner of his upturned lips. “You’ll have to forgive me now for my missteps. We can’t all be incredibly talented in that area.”
Alek laughs cheerfully as he picks up our drinks from the bartop and hands me a cranberry vodka.
“If you take direction like you did earlier tonight, I think you’ll do just fine, angel.” Alek sticks out his tongue and slowly licks around the straw of his drink before wrapping it in his lips and sucking loudly. His ruined cape will be a sacrifice for nothing if he makes my cock leak into the very pants he tried to save.
“You are going to be the biggest cock tease tonight, aren't you?” I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Fucking bet on it, Ez.” Alek bites his bottom lip as he runs his free hand up my inner thigh.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, my wicked boy.”