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He gave me the finger, but the smile on his face and the way he looked at Micah, then at Keith, was the only confirmation I needed to know everything was going to be okay. I nodded, and Keith nodded back, then I took another drink of my wine and headed back for the first floor suite. Maybe a little voyeurism was in order after all.

CHAPTER 5

SILAS

Lincoln was right. Getting out and going to Rapture had been a good call. He and I danced together in the middle of the dance floor, the sweat from his chest dripping against my back. His hand on my hip, steering my body in whatever way he determined would be most appealing. It was nice to shut down and forget sometimes. He’d already found someone for himself, a wisp of a man who smelled like gardenias, pressed against us both from the side, his fingers skating delicately across Lincoln’s waist.

“There’s a man watching you,” Lincoln murmured in my ear, and I slowly blinked my eyes open.

“Which one?”

“Over by the new addition,” he said. “He’s just kind of swaying there.”

I hummed, finding the man Lincoln had spotted. He was definitely watching, his stare raking over me heavy enough to feel it even with the dozens of people between us. He looked from me to Lincoln to…

I angled my head to the side. “What’s your name?”

“Riot.”

I snorted an amused sound in the back of my throat. “Riot?”

“What’s wrong with Riot?” he snapped.

“You just don’t look it,” I said.

“What do I look like?”

“You—” Lincoln interrupted, turning Riot’s face toward him with a gentle press against the underside of his chin. “Look like a man about to suck my cock as soon as I find someone to spank my best friend here.”

Riot sputtered out a gasp, and I rolled my eyes, stare shifting back to the man on the outskirts of the dance floor. He was older than me, but that didn’t mean much. Dressed in all black, like he wanted to fit in but he wasn’t sure how.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?” Lincoln asked.

“I do,” Riot purred.

Heat burned low and hot in my belly from the thought of Lincoln and Riot, and also from the promise of a rough spanking in my very near future.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Lincoln said, separating from me and Riot.

“I can do it.” I turned and dusted a quick kiss across Lincoln’s mouth. He tasted like cherries, which meant he’d been stealing kisses behind my back. The fire inside of me stoked to something very close to raging.

I swerved my way across the dance floor until I reached the man in question. He leaned against the wall, a drink in hand, and when I got close enough to make out his features in more detail, he rewarded me with an almost shy smile.

“Hey,” he said.

“I saw you watching me,” I murmured, my nerves spiking from the adrenaline that always came with finding a new hookup.

“Are you with those two?”

I glanced over my shoulder to find Lincoln and Riot wrapped up in each other, arms and tongues tangled.

“One of them,” I said. “In some ways.”

“Not all?”

“Not the ones that matter.”

“Are you submissive?” he asked, and I laughed, dipping my chin toward my chest before locking my eyes on his.