Page 20 of Wild Stars

“Is that a?—”

“S’mores Martini, yeah.Totally sophisticated,” Dare says with a grin as he lifts it, popping his pinky.

I scowl at his sarcasm.

After he takes a sip, he sets the glass down, and my cock twitches at the sight of the froth left on his lips.

Don’t get any ideas.This one’s off limits.

For starters, he’s seventeen years younger than me, and he’s also irritating and annoying as fuck, even if he does play for both teams.

He blinks absentmindedly, his gaze flashing to my lips.“What?”

I scoff, taking a sip of my drink as he stares at me with marshmallow froth all over his perfect, pink lips.

No.No.No.No!

“You have a little...something on your face,” I drawl.

Dare’s eyebrows furrow, as he runs his thumb across his lips, smearing the marshmallow more.

Then the fucker has the audacity to open his mouth, andlickthe cream right off.

My jaw tenses.Right along with my stupid fucking cock.

“Right, Dare?”Richie calls, breaking the weird tension between us.

“Right!”he chimes in excitedly, licking the rest of the froth from his lips quickly, and I shift my position in my seat if only to quell my unruly fucking dick that seems to have a mind of its own.

I watch intently as Dare and Richie tell their stories, and everyone at the table bursts into fits of laughter over their sordid tales of exploring the rabbit holes of Hollywood.

In some ways, I envy the ease they have of flitting from place to place, not giving two shits about how or where they’ll end up.

I’ve never been so carefree.Everything I’ve ever done has been calculated.

I’ve left nothing in my life to chance.I wouldn’t be where I am—a top selling musician with a wall full of awards—if I had serendipitously left it all up to fate.

Dare animatedly tells his stories, bumping into me without warning, nearly knocking me over.Several times.I’m not convinced he isn’t doing it on purpose, but I do not yield, nor will I ever yield for this fucking kid.

It’ll be a cold day in hell.

After the third drink, I think social hour is finally over, and we rise to leave.

“We should totally keep this party going,” Richie suggests charismatically.

Hans animatedly jumps up and down with Celina.“Oh my God, yasssss we totally should!”he says.

I roll my eyes as I look at Geo, imploring him to put an end to this shit.It’s nearing eight pm already, we’ve been at this damn joint for like three hours.

But Geo only grins wickedly at me as he nods.“Absolutely!I haven’t had this much fun in ages!”

I’m going to kill him.

Hailee loops her arm in mine, gazing up at me with glassy eyes.“Oh, come on, don’t be a party pooper.”She pouts.

I glance at Dare, who is bouncing on his black glam heeled boots like a child with a stupid ass grin on his face.

“Yeah, Matty...don’t be a fucking party pooper.”He pouts, taunting me.The corners of my eyes and mouth twitch along with my palm.

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