Page 260 of The Invite
“Maybe.”
Hauling me closer with a proprietary grip on my ass, he rasps, “Honey, you already are.” Turning me with my back to his front, his fingers tighten on my waist. “Look around. They can’t keep their eyes off you, wondering how I made you mine. Wishing they had a chance with you. Once I upload the video of us, they’ll be panting after you. And die thirsting for a taste of you.”
Grinding my ass against his lengthening cock, I confess, “Same goes for your fans tonight, Augustus. None of them touch you or come anywhere near you.”
“Like I’d let them.” His nails dig in painfully, drawing a soft moan from my lips. “I’m only yours to touch.”
***
My devil’s fandom is goddamn ballsy.
So much so that bouncers had to intervene and throw out the few grabby ones. Not because of my possessiveness, but because they were disrespectful of his boundaries and plain rude. I hated how they treated him like a piece of meat. It was disgusting.
Yes, he embodies sex and dark fantasies.
However, that doesn’t give them the right to maul him by trying to leap over the table. I was seething on Augustus’s behalf, ready to charge and put those girls in their places. He noticed and kept me caged against his body.
I’m calm now.
So far, I’ve put his fans in three categories. Dreamers, banshees, and grabbers. Either they are too shy and starry-eyed to talk, while others scream his name at the top of their lungs. The grabbers, though few, are the worst.
Meanwhile next to us, Ace is giving his fans the time of their lives, obliging to their every whim. That includes posing for pictures where he pulls their hair or fake chokes their throat. Some shamelessly bare their breasts for his autograph.
“Oh goodness!” the other girl screeches, ripping my attention away from Ace’s booth. “You guys are dating?”
“Yeah,” I answer for the millionth time. Not at all tired of boasting he’s mine.
“Lucky duck!” sighs her friend in envy while stargazing at a cross-armed Augustus. Her eyes are trained on his thick and flexed biceps. When she glances my way, a telepathic conversation passes between us.
I know, girl. I know.
“How did you meet?” The talkative friend gasps loudly. “Did you slide into his DMs? Give us the deets, girl. I neeeeed a masked man or a biker of my own.”
More like he broke into my house and wore me down with orgasms.
“Also, how sexy is he under that helmet?” demands the other friend.
“Very,” I sigh dreamily.
Augustus’s heat flames my back, his hands molding to my ass as he teasingly says, “Yeah?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, fighting not to arch into his touch.
“I’ve never felt more single in my life than I do right now,” forlornly says the girl asking for the tip.
“Me too!” Her friend mirrors the same emotions.
“I heard he’s single,” I say to them, flicking my chin in Ace’s direction. “And looking to date.”
Their expressions perk up at the news.
“For real?” one of them says in disbelief.
“Oh yeah! He’s a friend of ours. My man is taken but he’s on the hunt for a new partner.” Augustus’s grip tightens on my hips in warning. I ignore it as I tell the girls, “He’s going to resist, but don’t take no for an answer.”
“I call dibs!”
“No way! This isn’t just any guy…”
