Page 48 of Fragile Facade
I grab the back of Brady’s neck and spin him around. His face is drunk and shocked, but as soon as he sees me, he licks his lips and runs his hands down my chest. He says something to me, but I don’t hear it and don’t care enough to ask. Especially because Soren’s hand comes in from behind, forcefully removing his palms from my chest. He pulls Brady’s hands above his head, hips moving, grinding into the guy’s ass in beat with the music. I sway with the vibe of the club, the dance floor one big wave of movement. Dragging Brady with me, I grab his hips and press against him, firm enough to feel how hard he is in his pants.
Is he Reaper Corp or just another drunk asshole? Is he aware Soren wears the teal mask and left him the calling card? How much do they know about us?
The music changes from fast to slow with a heavy undertone of sex, and with it, the atmosphere morphs from jumping rave-goers to horny sex-drunk dancers who only want to rub against one another. Someone bumps into me from behind, trying to grab me, but Soren’s hand fists in my shirt to keep me where I am.
So predictable, sweetheart.
With his eyes on mine, he leans down, lips landing on the side of Brady’s neck. I watch the guy’s eyes roll back in pleasure, his hands coming down to snake into Soren’s hair. I rip them free and wrap them around my shoulders, leaning in to bite the other side of his neck, hating the game but wanting the prize. My head bumps Soren’s as we wedge Brady between us, using him to hide the truth he’s still not ready to act on.
Brady moans loud enough to hear over the music, and he’s wedged between us so tightly that when Soren grinds against his ass, I feel the motion of it when Brady’s hips grind against mine. Soren leans back, drunk on lust and sexy because of it. He looks at me, not even a smirk left on his face. No, he’s lost to need and turning hostile because of it, and this is right where I want him.
He spins Brady to face him, pressing his ass back against my cock and leaning in to grind our bodies together. All three of us groan, and Soren’s lips meet my ear, panting so deeply the sound travels down my neck and spine, making my fists tighten on Brady’s hips. Soren’s fingers dig into mine, his forehead rolling against my temple. Fuck, my hard cock digs into Brady’s ass, wishing it was Soren’s.
But then he shifts the game. He takes his attention away from me and gives it all to Brady. As blood red as my vision goes, I’m up for the challenge. Because I’m ready and fucking willing to call his bluff. He might be a sneaky ghost in his day to day, but his intentions don’t lie, and his eyes can’t hide secrets from me.
He grabs Brady by his hips, grinding their bodies together and pressing their foreheads tight. Every speck of his interest appears to be on Brady,but I know.I know what he’s really doing. He’s goading me, just like I’ve been goading him. He’s received my not-so-subtle messages, and now he’s attempting to take control of it, to flip the script and be the one to tease me. Fuck, I’ve trained him so well. He’s the perfect little pup, calling out to his master in such a desperate way.
The song morphs into something creepy and deep.Armageddonby13fills the club, and Soren’s body knows exactly how to move to it. It’s not exactly dance music, but his hips roll, then bump, grinding against Brady, who is greedy for this. Whether it’s a show or real, it doesn’t matter, because he’s in my way, nothing more than a prop for Soren to play with, to dangle in front of me like a carrot. But I don’t want to bite this carrot; I want to fucking annihilate it.
I watch.
I watch Soren.
I watch the way he takes control of Brady, morphs his body into whatever position he wants it in, and teases the kid like I tease him. I watch the way Brady becomes putty in his hands, pliable to every motion and reactive to every touch. While I watch, I drop my masks. I drop the charm, replacing it with sex appeal. I drop hesitation and replace it with anticipation. I drop the concept of being the nice guy, letting the darkest parts of me rise to my surface until they’re right there, within reach, ready to do my bidding.
My vibrations change with the switch in music. The people near me back away, but I draw the attention of other dark souls. Like Soren. His blue eyes hit mine, and with a grin that holds nothing beautiful or charming, I snatch Brady away from him and spin my back to him like he doesn’t fucking matter. Dismissal.
Soren’s body bristles behind me, but Brady gasps. “Oh, God,” he moans, looking up at me. He’s shorter and smaller, his big eyes wide with fear he finds arousing. He bites his lip between his teeth, and I rub my thumb over it to free it, making him tremble just to piss Soren off. “Please,” he begs.
I tilt my head.Please, what?
Brady puts his hands on my chest hesitantly, like I’m going to snap his wrists for touching me. Slowly, he drags them down my torso, over my pecs and intercostals, feeling every ridge of my abs, until he gets to the bottom of my t-shirt. Innocently, he looks up at me as his fingers hook into my pants, knuckles brushing my skin. Our bodies sway with the depth of the song, his touch not near enough for me.
Come on, you ghostly fuck, make your move.
Underneath my shirt, Brady’s fingers start moving, tracing my lower abs, the light trail of hair coming from my pants, up to my?—
“Ah, ah, ah.” Soren’s hands land on Brady’s, his eyes on mine as he chastises the blond for touching what he thinks is his. “You don’t get to touch him unless I say you can.”
Brady looks between us, but our eyes are caught in a war we both think we’re winning. “Are you two together?” he asks.
I keep my mouth shut, tilting my head at Soren this time.Well? Are we, you possessive liar?He thinks I don’t know what he’s doing, but I do. He’ll brush it off as a game, but I know it’s obsession—possession.
Soren’s fingertips graze my abs, bringing me to fucking life. “Want us to be?” Soren speaks into Brady’s ear, starting to dance with him again as their hands stay on my abs. “Think you can handle us both?”
Brady’s ass presses back, making Soren’s eyes snap to mine again. He grins, grinding against him and touching me, controlling this guy’s hands on my body. Brady nods too eagerly, rubbing his cock over my leg. “Yes,” he moans. “Yes, fuck yes.”
“Where are you staying?” Soren asks him.
“Umbra.”
“Do you know anyone in town?” I ask.
He shakes his head, lying since he had a friend earlier. “I’m here for work. Let’s get out of here.”
Work.“What work?”
“T-the music festival. Please, take me somewhere.” He digs his fingers into my abs, and Soren tugs his hands away. “I can handle you both.”
