Page 23 of Wicked Games
“You’ve already forgotten about the guy you came here with?” Rhys smiled crookedly then took a drink. “I see you have a pattern.”
“His name is Ezra, and we’re just friends.”
“Same type of friends as us?” Rhys gestured back and forth between us.
“You and I were friendly, but I wouldn’t say we’re friends.”
Rhys tipped his head to the side and licked his lips. “I really like your kind of friendly. Do you think—”
I shook my head to cut him off. “I’m emotionally unavailable. You could do a lot better.” If I were honest, I would also admit, at least to myself, I’d become physically unavailable since Lucien returned to town. Sex with Lucien was like eating a perfectly seared filet mignon while sex with everyone else was closer to eating ground chuck. I wisely didn’t say it out loud.
“Keep your emotions, sexy. I’m not looking for anything serious. What do you say?”
“There you are,” Ezra said, saving the day without realizing it.
“I sent you a text,” I told him.
“I know, but you said you were tucked away in the right corner. This is the left.”
“I’ve had too much to drink, and you’ve apparently not had enough if you can tell left from right.”
“I danced my buzz off,” Ezra said with a cute pout.
“Let’s fix that,” Rhys said, sliding over so Ezra could sit down. “We’ll flag the first waiter we see. I’m Rhys, and who are you.”
“Ezra Meyer.”
“Hello, Ezra,” Rhys said in a flirty tone.
I expected Rhys to take advantage of our closeness and continue suggesting we hook up, but it seemed he only had eyes for Ezra. I wasn’t mad about it, but I did feel a little lonely once the guys abandoned me for the dance floor after a few rounds of drinks. I might’ve even pouted as I watched them bump, grind, and fuck each other with their clothes on. Fuck! I was so horny.Damn you, Lucien.
Not caring about the time or my state of inebriation, I decided to send Lucien a text. I thought it would be cute to ask him if he was taking care of my tie. “Whoa. Two phones,” I said, jabbing my fingers at them and hoping to land on the right letters.
I hit send, or at least thought I did, then leaned my head against the back of the booth so the world would stop spinning, and I wouldn’t see two of everything. My phone chimed just as I started to drift off. I had to blink several times before I could read the text.
I’m coming to get you.
A wicked grin spread across my face, or maybe it was partial paralysis from alcohol poisoning. Wait. That was a stroke, wasn’t it? My face did feel numb, and I was pretty sure I’d started to drool on myself. I squinted my eyes so the two phones became one long enough to tap out a quick reply.Yeah, baby. Come and get me.
I set my phone back down and decided to close my eyes while I waited for Lucien. The next thing I knew, I heard his clipped British accent barking out commands. I lifted my head, or tried to, but it was too heavy. I made out words like “hospital,” “drugged,” and “wanker.” The last one made me giggle.
“Fuck, he’s out of it,” I heard Ezra say. “He wasn’t like this when we hit the dance floor.”
“Do you think he was drugged?” Rhys asked, sounding panicked.
“Not drugged,” I said, still unable to lift my head from the padded back of the booth. “Shit-faced. Need to sleep.” I started to slide lower in the booth so I could curl up for a nap, but firm hands gripped my biceps and pulled me in the opposite direction.
“Help me get him out to my car,” Lucien said.
“Why don’t you carry me like you did the time in Nice. Remember how you pinned me up against the glass wall and fucked me while the ocean roared beneath us? I came so hard. You did too, Lucien. Pretty sure I wore your bite marks in my shoulder for a week.”
“Lucien?” Ezra asked. “I thought your name was Christian.”Uh oh.
I pried open my eyes to see if Lucien was pissed Ezra recognized him without his stupid disguise or because I used his real name, but all I saw was concern. His brows formed angry slashes over his beautiful dark eyes. “It’s the chin dimple, love,” I said, lifting my hand and touching the groove. “Cum catcher.” I thought I whispered the last bit, but I heard Ezra and Rhys giggle like girls while Lucien groaned.
“Come on,” Lucien said in a steely voice. “That’s our cue to get out of here.” Lucien positioned his shoulder beneath mine, inviting me to lean against his strong body. My arm circled his neck and his went to my waist to anchor me against him.
“I could walk right out of here if I wanted to,” I proclaimed.