Page 36 of Cursed (Witchbane #8)
“Want to bet Nash is the informant?” Seth replied, and Evan nodded, coming to the same conclusion. He also felt sure that Nash wouldn’t have done anything to draw attention to them if he had thought the club wasn’t a safe space.
BayBay, Katrina, and Chloe all came back on stage for a medley of seventies disco hits.
The crowd was on their feet dancing at their seats as the singers and the band turned in a fantastic final performance.
The three divas took multiple bows and threw kisses to the audience before escaping behind the curtain.
The band played a final number as the emcee returned.
Stage techs pushed a DJ’s setup onto the stage, and the band slipped behind the curtain.
“Glad everyone enjoyed the show,” he called out and got a raucous response. “Now for your dancing pleasure, give it up for DJ Spinamax!”
Some of the audience slipped out the back, but most moved down to the dance floor in front of the stage. Seth and Evan chose a spot where they had a wall behind them so they could watch for danger, although Evan felt safer than usual in public with this audience.
“I forgot how good a dancer you are,” Evan said after they stepped back to catch their breath. Going out on the town was a rarity. Usually, they slow danced to a favorite song or two in the RV, but none of the bars where they stopped between jobs were likely to be chill with them dancing together.
“You’re pretty good yourself.” Seth wiped a hand across his forehead.
They enjoyed the music, staying for a few more dances, and left just after midnight.
Seth and Evan tumbled through the door to the RV, tired, sweaty, and exuberant. Evan kept looking down at the ring on his hand, still thinking he had imagined the whole thing.
He arched his head back as Seth nuzzled his neck. “How about we take showers to get the club smell off and then celebrate on our own?” Seth growled in a voice that sent heat straight to Evan’s groin.
“Sounds good to me.” The club was non-smoking, but that many people pressed into close quarters left a residue of sweat and mingled cologne that Evan eagerly wanted to wash away.
Seth and Evan barely toweled off before Seth walked Evan backward toward the bed, and they fell together on the mattress, touching and kissing.
“Mine.” Seth pulled Evan close to him and kissed him on the mouth before letting his lips graze down Evan’s jaw and neck.
“Yours. Always.” Evan arched in Seth’s arms. “And you’re mine.”
“Forever.” Seth made sure his ring scraped gently against Evan’s skin, sending a shiver.
Evan let Seth take the lead, but he responded to every touch and kiss with his own, letting Seth know with his fingers, lips, and tongue how much he loved him beyond any doubt.
They had worked off the nervous energy of the day at the club, which left them with quiet passion and the need to seal the promise with their bodies that they had made with their words and the rings.
Evan felt like he was exploring Seth’s body for the first time, as if their commitment had made a subtle but real shift, even in their lovemaking.
Seth maneuvered them into position for a sixty-nine, one of Evan’s favorites. He loved being able to lavish attention on Seth’s cock, balls, taint, and hole while simultaneously being driven wild as Seth returned the favor.
The scent and taste of his lover had Evan hard and dripping when Seth barely got started.
Evan buried his face between Seth’s legs, licking and sucking and drawing out the most delicious gasps.
Minutes later, he had to struggle to concentrate as Seth did the same, rolling Evan’s balls in his mouth and tonguing the sensitive skin before going down on him in one movement.
Evan sank his fingers into Seth’s firm ass cheeks, groping him as he moved to eat out his hole. He chuckled to himself thinking how unsure Seth had been when Evan had first offered to do that, and how much Seth had come to enjoy giving and receiving.
He drew back, barely able to think straight with the way Seth gave head. Evan worked one finger into Seth’s tight ass, drawing a muffled moan in response. He took Seth’s cock in his mouth as he worked his finger in and out, making room for two and then three as Seth did the same for him.
They had enough experience with each other’s bodies by now to know their limits, and Evan knew they were both close to coming.
Seth’s tongue did its magic on the head of Evan’s prick, and that was it, pushing Evan over the edge.
Seth’s body trembled as Evan sucked hard, and then he was spilling his load down Evan’s willing throat.
Evan thought he might have whited out for a second with the intensity of his climax. He came back to his senses with Seth carefully repositioning himself so he could wipe them down with a T-shirt.
“Ready for round two?” Seth teased, his voice huskier than usual after deep throating Evan.
“Give me a minute.” Evan drew Seth in for a kiss. “I want to enjoy the buzz.”
They lay tangled together in silence, sated and sweaty. Evan felt so boneless that he wasn’t sure he could rouse for a second round, but Seth kissed and stroked him back to fully hard in a surprisingly short time.
“Top or bottom?” Seth licked Evan’s ear.
“Bottom. Gonna let you do all the work,” Evan joked.
Seth rolled them over and slipped an arm around Evan’s waist, pulling him to be on his elbows and knees. He slicked up his cock and slipped his fingers back into Evan’s already-open hole, hooking his fingers just so to stroke his prostate and sending shivers through Evan’s body.
“That’s my boy.” Seth lined himself up and slipped inside. “Let me drive.” Seth set a slow rhythm as he also partially supported Evan’s weight. “Just enjoy the ride.”
Evan gave himself over to sensation, loving the friction in his ass, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the scent of sex.
He took longer to come this time, but Seth knew exactly how to draw an orgasm from his body.
Evan knew Seth was close, and it only took a few more strokes before Seth’s spend filled him.
Seth leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of Evan’s neck. “Love you. Do you think married sex will be even hotter?”
Despite being blissed out, Seth’s words sent a tingle through Evan’s body. “We’ll just have to find out for ourselves.”
They cleaned up and wiped the wet spot before showering again and getting ready for bed. Back under the covers, Evan lay with his head on Seth’s shoulder.
“Any thoughts about where we go from here?” Evan asked.
Seth turned his head to look at him. “Driving, or like in life?”
Evan chuckled and wiggled the fingers on his right hand so that his ring caught the light. “We’ve got a goal for the second one. I meant city-wise.”
Seth nuzzled at Evan’s jaw and kissed his neck, a fond gesture without heat. “Don’t know. Four witch-disciples left. Probably ought to brainstorm with Milo and Toby, see if we can figure out whether there’s a benefit to going after one over the others.”
“Eight down, four to go,” Evan replied. “And now we’ve got an end game when the quest is over.” He reached for Seth’s hand and kissed his knuckles and the ring.
“It’s crazy how much I love you,” Seth said, barely above a whisper. “The lengths I’ll go to keep you safe. Wonderful—but crazy.”
“Just remember, it’s the same for me,” Evan said. “Keep in mind that the end game is for both of us, together , the next time you get all self-sacrificial.”
Seth buried his face in Evan’s hair and kissed him. “I promise. There’s nothing I want more. Just us, safe and together forever.”
“I like the sound of that,” Evan murmured, taking the warmth of Seth’s words and his kiss into his dreams.