Chapter 31
Specter
I’ve got my eyes on the rocker who had his hands all over my man.
He doesn’t know any better, but fuck, I want to break his fingers and punch his face in just for looking at Colson the way he did.
Obviously, I won’t. I can contain myself.
It helps that I know Colson the way I do.
I recognized the aloof detachment in his eyes, the way he knows how to lure a man in and let him down gently. He’s incredible.
Now I’m mere minutes from watching him dance again and my cock is already swelling. I know it’s gonna be good. Bellamy watched him rehearse in our home gym yesterday and came upstairs fanning himself.
The MC comes out to announce Cashmere, and the lights dim, the opening notes of “Closer” filling the club. It’s such an instantly recognizable song that the audience brims with excitement.
When the curtain goes up, Cashmere slinks out. He’s wearing a tight-fitting blue suit and a hat with his head low as he saunters across the stage, his body moving in time with the music. When the song gets to the chorus, Cashmere drops to his knees, removing the hat so his silky hair falls free.
My chest tightens as my dick swells even more. Fuck. He’s beautiful.
And mine.
He humps the floor suggestively before flipping onto his back in a sexy arch.
As he gets back to his feet, his gaze finds me and he winks before tearing the suit off in one pull.
The audience goes wild, hollering, clapping, and shouting for my man as he twerks that full ass of his at us, his hands twisted in his hair.
Cashmere grabs a chair that’s off to the side of the stage and straddles it, hanging off it and lifting his legs in the air. I notice he makes a gesture with his fingers and suddenly a shimmery liquid falls from above, drenching him.
I gasp, as do several audience members. The one he was talking to earlier is leaning back in his seat, his eyes clouded with lust, and the sight makes me chuckle. He wants Cashmere so bad, but he’ll never have him.
Cashmere is off the chair, sliding all over the floor, covered in oil as he simulates several sex acts, from pumping his hips in the air to a sexy back arch while on his knees. He’s on full display with a nude-colored jock on and matching tape over his nipples.
As the song closes out, Cashmere lies on his back, slightly arched and breathing hard, his glistening skin catching the light perfectly.
The crowd surges to their feet, going absolutely wild over that performance, and my chest swells with pride.
My beautiful dancer. He’s so fucking talented, I’m left speechless. Sexy but classy at the same time.
The curtain closes around him, and I desperately want to go to the back, but I don’t.
He’ll need to clean up after all that, but fuck, I wish I could go to him right now and fuck him raw.
Actually, I wish I could drag him back out onto this stage and fuck him in front of all these greedy eyes so they know he’s already taken.
I’m the lucky fucker who gets to touch him. Just me.
The lights come up and the man who was talking to Cashmere earlier is looking towards backstage.
Oh, dude, I fucking dare you. He rises and I tense up, ready to intercept him, but he wisely turns towards his bandmates, joining one of their tables.
The guys laugh and talk and then shots are passed around.
After about thirty minutes, I can’t wait anymore and I slip backstage, making sure to check that Ivy and Rudy are out on the floor still. Outside the curtain to the dressing room, I call out, “Can I come in?”
“Yes,” Colson says.
I enter, stopping when I see him. He’s got one leg propped on a chair, rubbing lotion on. He’s freshly showered, his long hair damp and tucked into a low bun at the base of his neck. His makeup is off, and once again, he’s my beautiful man all stripped back.
“You were phenomenal.”
“Thank you.” He smiles. “It was for you.”
“I know.” I take a step closer. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“And you will.” He rubs his hand over my bulge. “But keep it in your pants for a while. I still have to work.”
“I know.”
He sits at his table and applies light makeup while I hover behind him like a needy puppy.
“I’m gonna marry you one day,” I blurt out, realizing I said the thought out loud as soon as it hit me.
Colson pauses, holding a brush over his cheek. “Is that a proposal?”
“Do you want it to be?”
He continues adding makeup to his face, definitely making me sweat it out. Maybe he wouldn’t want that kind of commitment. I never thought I did, but all of a sudden I can’t think of anything better.
“You can do better than that,” he finally says.
“I can, yeah. Do you want me to?”
He turns to face me, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “Yes.”
I drop to my knees in front of him and lean in for a kiss. When our lips touch, everything in my life that never made sense, never felt right, slots into place. It was all for this. To meet this man. To love him.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you, Specter. So much.”
I kiss him again before forcing myself back to my feet.
“I appreciate how you handled yourself out there when I was talking to the drummer.”
“Eh, I was a little triggered, but I was more turned on knowing he wanted you and couldn’t have you.”
Colson nods, adding some gloss to his lips. “He offered me the prize of being able to tell my friends I fucked a rock star.” He snorts. “Even if I wasn’t with you, he would never get a piece of me.”
“Why? He’s good looking enough.”
“He’s okay, but honestly, who wants to be another notch on a bedpost like his? I doubt he’s even a good lover. He doesn’t have to be. He can ride on his reputation alone. That’s a hard pass for me. I’ve never been into celebrities.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. You know your worth.”
“I do.” He turns to face me. “You deserve me.”
I nod as a new sensation floods my body. What the fuck is that? Is it… Fuck, I think I actually believe him.
“I’ll never stop working to make you as happy as possible.”
“I know.” Colson stands, walking over to me and pressing our chests together. “I hope you’re not planning to get any sleep tonight.” He drags his finger down my chest. “I can’t wait to climb onto your dick.”
“Mm. I wanted to come back here and fuck you with all that oil on you earlier.”
He laughs softly. “Scandalous.”
Nodding, I search his pretty hazel eyes. “I’ll go out front now, before I get you fired.”
He laughs. “Jimmy would never fire me. Not for that.”
“Don’t tempt me, mon amour.”
His eyes soften as he touches my cheek. “You sound sexy speaking French for me.”
“It’s a sexy language and I love it when you speak it.”
“You’re making me want to do more of it. I haven’t in so long.”
“But you’re safe now.”
“I am.”
I steal another kiss. “Okay, I’m leaving before I can’t.”
Colson laughs. “See you soon, lover.”
I make my way to the front of the club again, searching the crowd for the drummer. He’s watching me, and he gives me a slight nod in acknowledgment. He knows.
That’s right. He’s mine.
Leaning against the wall, I blow out a breath. All I have to do now is get through the next hour or so, and then I can get my hands on Colson again and spend the rest of the night making love to him.
I can’t wait.
After the band leaves, Colson finally appears wearing jeans and a thick sweater. He kept his hair in a messy bun, and I am so here for that. When it’s wet it has a slight wave to it that I like, but he’s gorgeous no matter what he does.
He smiles, tossing his bag over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Nodding, I offer my arm. “So ready.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, handing it to me. “Made more tonight than I made last month in total.”
“Wow.” I flip through the cash. “Rock stars know how to party.”
“They sure do. It was worth giving up a Sunday night.” He glances at me. “Just in time for rent.”
“Rent?”
“I have an apartment, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, but you’re not going back there.”
“I still have a lease.”
“For how long?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Three months, I think.”
“We’ll just break the lease. Pay whatever the penalty is.”
We make it to the parking lot, but Colson stops walking. It takes me a second to realize he’s not with me, and when I turn to face him, his eyes are narrowed, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Only made about a million assumptions. If you want me to move in, don’t you think you should at least ask nicely? Or am I still being held hostage?”
Grinning, I bow my head slightly. “My mistake. Will you please move in with me, Colson?”
“Don’t you need to ask the people you live with?”
I huff a laugh. “No. They knew the night I invited you to stay that you weren’t leaving. Don’t you remember what Shadow told you?”
Colson shakes his head. “Hitmen.”
Grinning, I grab his hand. “Come on, darling. It’s cold.”
“Chéri,” he says in his beautiful French accent. “That’s how you say darling.”
“Chéri.” I kiss his hand. “And how do you say ‘let’s go home’?”
He seems to think for a second, then says, “Rentrons à la maison.”
“Our home.”
His eyes soften. “Notre maison.”
I pull him close to me. “And make love.”
“Faire l’amour,” he purrs, rubbing his hands down my chest inside my coat. “Mais je veux que tu me baises.”
“Translation please?”
Colson brushes his soft lips against my jaw, leaning close to my ear. “I want you to fuck me up.”
A shiver of desire moves through me and my cock twitches in response. “I’d love to.”
We get into the car, and I don’t think I’ve ever driven so fast in my life. I want him back in my bed, wrapped around my body, my cock deep inside him.
He’s quietly talking about some of the rockers who were there tonight and their interactions. Most of them were pretty cool, it seems.
“Did the drummer make another move?”
“He asked if you were my man.”
I chuckle. “Perceptive. He noticed me when I came from the back after seeing you.” I glance at him. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him…” He pauses, exhaling slowly. “I told him you were the only man in the world.”
I lift his hand to my lips, brushing them over his soft skin. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
“Same.” He smiles. “But I’ll take it.”
“Me too, babe.”
When I finally pull into the driveway at the house, my dick is so hard my pants feel too tight. Colson exits the car and I hurry around to sweep him off his feet, holding him bridal style in my arms. He laughs softly, draping his arms around my neck.
“I know it won’t always be like this. We’re in the honeymoon stage. But I want you to know I love it,” he says.
“We don’t have to let it go. It takes more effort, but you’re worth it. We’re worth it.”
He searches my eyes before he gently nods. “We are.”
Ignoring the few guys who are still up, I walk with purpose past the rec room and up the stairs to my bedroom, hearing a few friendly whoops behind us.
In my room, I set Colson down and shake off my coat before colliding with him and smashing my mouth to his.
He grunts softly as we make out and tear each other’s clothes off at the same time.
My mind is racing with all the things I want to do to him, and I have to remember that I have all the time I need.
I walk us backward to the bed and lay him down gently, but he has other ideas. He flips over, motioning for me to lie down too. When I do, he straddles me, rubbing our cocks together, his hair falling like a blanket around him.
“I want you to fuck me raw,” he says. “I’ve never once in my life gone without a condom and my last testing was negative. You?”
“Never,” I croak, so excited by the idea. “You’re sure?”
“Very. If you want it.”
“More than anything.”
His expression softens as he rocks gently back and forth on me. “I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been holding back. I’m not really a pillow princess.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Is that so?”
“The blow job was a preview of what I’m really like. Would you like me to show you?”
Nodding, I run my hands down his sides to rest on his hips. “Hell yeah.”