Chapter 7
Specter
Once I’m out of sight of Cashmere, I do a loop around his apartment complex, scanning for signs of trouble. There’s no way he came outside simply for air, not with that determined expression and his heavy steps. After twenty minutes, I decide it’s safe and head home.
I fucked up letting him catch me, but at least he knows I’m serious about protecting him. If I find out he’s in some kind of trouble, god help the fucker who messes with him.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I shift in my seat to get more comfortable, but I can’t stop replaying the way Cashmere looked at me with so much fire in his eyes.
I definitely didn’t feel the cold standing that close to him, taking his verbal venom, and gazing into those gorgeous eyes of his. Fuck, I want to touch him. Bad.
By the time I pull into the driveway at home, my cock is straining against my jeans, and I need some relief.
I had Cashmere on my mind the entire day, and thought I wouldn’t get to see him when I found out he’d left early, but seeing him the way I did lit me up even more.
He looks like a sweet little kitten, but he’s got claws and he’s not afraid to use them. I rub my cock through my jeans. Fuck.
I enter the house and head straight for my room. I don’t have the patience to be distracted by the guys right now. I need to release some sexual frustration.
I almost make it too, but I spot Shadow in the rec room with the guys, a gorgeous blond man perched on his lap. Shadow notices me and waves me over. Fuck. Fine. I’ll be cool for a few minutes.
“Wanted you to meet someone,” Shadow says, gazing at the man on his lap. “This is Bellamy. Bellamy, one of my guys, Specter.”
Bellamy’s face lights up. “Nice to meet you. All y’all’s names are so cool.”
All y’all’s?
“Why do they call you that?” he asks.
“Because he’s a menacing force,” Shadow says with something like pride in his tone. “He’ll haunt your nightmares, make you think you’ve gone crazy, and just when you think you might be making it all up, he proves you weren’t.”
I puff my chest slightly. “That’s right.”
“So cool,” Bellamy gushes.
From his looks I’d say he’s in his late twenties or early thirties, but his demeanor is light and airy; a stark contrast to my brooding boss.
“Bellamy is staying tonight because he leaves tomorrow for Switzerland.”
“Switzerland, huh? What for?”
Bellamy scrunches his nose. “Family ski trip. I have to do it every year.”
“There are worse obligations.”
“Oh, I know, but my family is…” He shakes his head, turning his gaze to Shadow. “They don’t get me like he does.”
Shadow rubs Bellamy’s back, gazing into his eyes, and I definitely feel like I shouldn’t be witnessing such a private moment.
“Welcome,” I murmur. “I’m gonna hit the shower.”
Shadow nods, not taking his eyes off Bellamy. As I walk away, a smile tugs at my lips. Shadow is happy, and I can’t remember the last time I could say that, if ever. I’m pretty stoic, but Shadow makes me look like a goddamn fairytale princess. It’s nice to see him smile.
Returning to my own thoughts, I replay every venomous word Cashmere spat at me. Any kind of attention from him, even his anger, feeds my need. His skin is unbelievably soft, and I can only imagine what his lips taste like.
I thought he’d be an easy fuck, but I was very wrong, which only adds to his appeal.
He’s not gonna let me swoop in, fuck him until I’ve had my fill, and leave.
Nope. He’s the kind of man you treasure if you’re lucky enough to get to touch him.
After following him around for several months, I’m pretty sure he’s not seeing anyone, not even casually, which is a damn good thing.
I don’t need to know how I’d react to seeing another man touch him.
In my bedroom, I remove my boots and my coat, then slowly peel out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom. A hot shower will relax me.
I turn the water on, and while it heats, I gaze at my reflection.
I look a little tired but otherwise not bad.
My thirties are sneaking up on me fast, but I’m holding up alright.
My fingers dance over the scar on my chest, just over my heart, and a shiver moves down my spine as memories from that night years ago come rushing back.
Luckily for me, my attacker had seriously bad aim. Unluckily for him, I didn’t die.
Dragging my gaze away from my reflection, I step into the shower under the hot spray, letting it beat down on my tense muscles. I flatten my palms against the tile wall and feel the water pour over me, rinsing off the day and those dark memories that still threaten to cloud my nights.
Instead, I conjure Cashmere’s face, his sparkling eyes and sharp words, his incredible body even dressed in leggings and a sweater.
I know what he looks like nearly naked, and more than once I’ve jacked off to the memory of his tight, bouncy ass.
For someone so slender, his muscles are toned, highlighted in all his elegant moves on stage.
I want to know more about him. I want to know everything.
Turning around, I back up and lean against the wall, reaching down to stroke my still-hard cock. Thoughts of Cashmere pour over me, mimicking the shower water and making my whole body light up with desire.
He smells good, like rich spices and wood. I want to feel his hair draping across my body, and fuck, how I want to taste his skin. Every stunning inch.
My cock swells, and I grab the bodywash to slick my hand a bit. I fist my length furiously, my body tensing as I cruise towards a much-needed climax. With my eyes closed, I can see him vividly, dancing around the stage just for me. His lips part and he whispers, “Come for me, Specter.”
“Oh fuck, Cashmere,” I pant as my cock jerks in my hand and the first rope of cum shoots out. My body trembles as I ride it out against the slick tiles, imagining Cashmere standing in front of me, praising me for doing as he asked.
Fuck me. Why does this man get under my skin like this?
Entering Segreto tonight, I’m on high alert.
I barely slept last night thinking about what might’ve spooked Cashmere and how he might be in danger.
Gus isn’t at the door tonight. It’s some new guy, an imposing black man with a shaved head and absolutely no sense of humor.
After checking what I have with me, he nodded me in without incident though, so good enough for me.
I approach my table and find there are three men already sitting at it. There’s a table to the left that isn’t bad, but doesn’t have the same vantage point, so I guess they gotta move.
“This is my table.”
One of the guys, who was laughing, looks up, his smile quickly fading. I can tell they’re young, maybe still in college, and wisely don’t plan to argue with me.
“Sure, man. No problem.”
The three men quickly gather their drinks and move to a new table. I settle and glance around for Darcy, but he doesn’t seem to be here either. Instead, Silk approaches.
“We should just start reserving this table for you.” Silk’s tone is light and playful.
“I don’t always know when I’ll be in. Cashmere is here, right?”
Silk nods. “He’s here. What can I get you?”
“Gin on the rocks.”
“Anything else?” he purrs, clearly trying to sound seductive.
Silk is cute, with a long pink wig on tonight and a pretty smile. He’s petite and feminine, which is something I can get on board with, but once I saw Cashmere, that was it. No one else existed.
“That’s it. Thanks.”
Silk saunters off and I lean back in my chair, glancing around the club for any sign of trouble.
Seconds later, Cashmere appears from the back, his gaze zeroing in on me.
My stomach flips at the sight of him. He looks fucking incredible tonight with his hair piled on top of his head, his face perfectly made up, and his body hidden under his robe.
I love the way his jaw moves as he chews his gum. Fuck.
“I guess I’m not surprised to see you here. Your tenacity knows no bounds.”
“That’s right, beautiful. If this is the only place I can see you, what do you expect?”
He pulls out the chair across from me and sits. “I don’t like what you did last night.”
“I know.” I lean a little closer. “Want to know what else I did?”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“My dick was so hard when I got home, I couldn’t wait to jerk off. The entire time, all I could see was your face.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “So you’re a masochist too?”
“Guess so. At least when it comes to you.”
“Should I be flattered by your obsessive attention?”
“Kind of hoped you would be.”
He actually smiles then, tucking a loose piece of his hair behind his ear. “You are something else, Specter.”
“I’m just a man who knows what he wants.”
“Maybe I’m better from afar.”
“I’d like to find out.”
“Yeah?” He stands and walks over to me until he’s so close I have to tilt my head back to look at him. “You want to fuck me, Specter?”
I nod, swallowing past the sudden lump in my throat. “Yes.”
“Anything else?”
“Everything else. I want to kiss you, bad. I want to touch your hair and your skin, and bury my nose in all your delicious curves and crevices. I want to hear what my name sounds like on your lips when I make you come. I want to know what your face looks like when I bring you to pleasure. I want to fucking worship you.”
His lips part, and I can see him trying to play it cool, but I might have, finally, gotten under his tough exterior. “Big talk.”
“I can back it up. Give me a chance to prove it.”
“You were bad, Specter, and I’m still mad at you.” He bends forward, leaning in so close his hair tickles my cheek as his breath warms my ear. He smells like he always does, with a hint of spearmint from the gum he often chews. “And bad boys don’t get treats.”
I grip his hip before he can move away, my hand sliding under his robe and touching bare skin. “I can make it up to you. Whatever you want, name it.”
“You can start by obeying the rules.” I drop my hand from his hip and he smiles. “Good boy.” When he reaches out and cups my chin, I almost crawl out of my skin. Is he gonna kiss me? Would he?
“Please,” I whimper uncharacteristically. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You’re doing it to yourself. You can start to make things right by sitting in your seat, watching the show, and behaving yourself. And when I leave tonight, you will not follow me. Got it?”
I nod. “Got it.”
“Good. Show me you can act right and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Jesus, he’s going to kill me.
“I’ll behave. I’ll earn your trust.”
He pats my cheek in a move I would normally find condescending, but any touch from him is welcome. “Enjoy the show, Specter.”
“I will.”
Cashmere stands, gazing at me with cool indifference for a second before turning around and disappearing into the back room again. Once he’s gone, I exhale and lean my head back.
Obsessed doesn’t begin to describe how Cashmere makes me feel. I have to have him, and I’ll do anything to make that happen.