Page 6 of Flirt
Something sparked in Luke’s sea-green eyes, gone too fast for Asher to name, and he sat up a little straighter. “Unless you only got an appetizer.”
“Not like that.”
“So, he’s fair game?” Luke pressed.
Asher just nodded, unsure of how to answer that question.Fuck off, he’s minesounded a little too possessive, not to mention it would spark a shit load of questions he had no idea how to answer.
“Are you sure you’re not waiting for him, because he’s coming this way.”
Asher’s gaze flickered toward the entrance, and sure enough, he found Cameron striding toward him, his tattooed, leather-clad companion crowding against his back. What the hell was up with that guy anyway? He could be a lover, maybe a boyfriend, but Asher couldn’t picture Cameron with someone like that. Brother? That seemed even more unlikely. Besides, Cameron had said something about meeting his sister.
Yes, because he can only have one sibling, genius.The little voice in his head was really starting to piss him off.
Stopping right in front of him, Cameron tucked his hands into his pockets and peeked up at Asher through the thickest, most impossibly long lashes. “Hey.”
One word. Just that one shyly spoken word, and Asher melted. The guy was just too damn sweet for his own good—or Asher’s for that matter.
“Hey,” he answered back.Lame. Cursing himself, he turned and signaled the bartender for another drink. “Can I get you something?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Oh, uh, just water. Thanks.”
Asher bit back a groan as his cock swelled behind his zipper at that slow, uncertain smile. When the bartender slid his drink in front of him, he ordered a bottle of water, then waited for the young man to return before swiveling back to face Cameron.
“Who’s your friend?” he asked, passing him the sweating bottle. If it came off a little more accusatory than he’d intended, whatever.
“Friend? Oh!” Tilting his head back, Cameron glanced up at Tattoo Guy with such an open, unguarded expression, Asher nearly growled.
“Nico Hart,” the guy answered, extending his hand, but he didn’t smile.
“Asher Dare.” The handshake was firm, not intimidating, but still laced with the subtle hint of threat. “Nice to meet you.”
Nico grinned then, as if he knew what Asher really wanted to say. “Cam never goes to the club, so when he said he wanted to come to Swerve tonight, I couldn’t resist tagging along.”
Asher ground his teeth together at the way the asshole shortened Cameron’s name and wrapped his lips around it like a caress. “I’m sure you couldn’t.” From the corner of his eye, he caught Luke watching the exchange with a heavy dose of confusion.Welcome to the club.“This is my friend, Luke.” He waved his hand around vaguely. “Luke, say hello.”
“Hello,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Nice shoes.”
Cameron glanced down at his feet. “Uh, thanks?”
“Luke,” Asher growled.
His friend paid him no mind. “Wanna fuck?”
Cameron blushed. Asher groaned. Nico, however, threw his head back and barked out a laugh that shook his whole body.
When he’d regained his composure, he offered his hand to Luke with a look that could only be described as predatory. “Let’s dance.”
A visible shiver rippled through Luke, but he didn’t hesitate to slide his palm against Nico’s and hop down from his seat. “Oh. My. God,” he mouthed over his shoulder to Asher. Then, aloud, “Don’t wait up!”
“Your friend is very…colorful.” Laughing, Cameron slid onto the vacated seat and tipped the bottle of water to his mouth. His throat constricted when he swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed enticingly. “How long have you known him?”
Asher had to lean in close to hear him over the pulsing of the music, and every inhale filled his nose with the spicy fragrance of Cameron’s cologne. While sure he’d encountered the scent on other men in the past, it had never had quite the same effect on him. The dark fragrance mixed with soap and something uniquely Cameron made his head spin and his dick throb.
“I’ve known Luke for a while.” He leaned back to put a little distance between them so he could think straight. “Fifteen, maybe sixteen years now.”
“So, before you published your first book.”
Asher’s response died on his lips, and his eyebrows drew together. “You’re a fan?”
