Page 22 of Walk on the Wilde Side
"You like to give but not receive," I say wryly.
"Yep, pretty much. I mean I've been handcuffed to bed frames before, and well, that can be fun when a girl goes down?—"
"Never mind. Don't need to hear about your sex life." My phone vibrates in my pocket. It's Kiera. She had to work late and told me she'd get to the Gold Rush eventually.
"Hey, I'm out in the alley. Can you get me in? I don't want to wait in line."
"I'll see. Just wait there." I put the phone away. "Gonna see if I can get Kiera in through the back door."
Ronan laughs. "Yeah, I hear she's into back door stuff."
I shake my head and roll my eyes. I cut through the crowd toward the hallway that's off limits to customers. It leads to another small hallway and eventually the back door and alley. Harry and his crew are so busy serving drinks they don't see me slip through. Harry probably wouldn't care since it's just me, but when I walked into the bar he did that whole pointing at his eyes and then turning his fingers on me thing from across the room to let me know I'm still on his shit list.
I reach the back door and push it open. Kiera is texting someone. She puts her phone away. "About time," she says grumpily.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I walked straight back here."
"Whatever." She waves her long nails at me and sidles past.
"Next time you can wait in line," I say.
She stops in the hallway, turns and throws her arms around my neck. She pushes her body against mine. "I'm so damn horny. Let's slip into one of those rooms, you know, where the band hangs out on break." She reaches down and rubs her hand against my cock.
"Hmm, we might be able to get away with it, but Harry's already got me on his blacklist, so we can't get caught, which means keep the screams to a minimum."
Kiera's wearing such long fake lashes she can barely open her eyes. "You're cocky. Who says you'll make me scream?"
I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer even though she's already pressed tightly against me. "Oh, I aim to please, sweetheart."
We are both so hot and ready we don't notice that the band has stopped playing. Footsteps and voices follow. Nate is the first one around the corner. "Shit, Z, get a room."
"Thought we had one until you stepped around the corner. How long's the break?" I ask.
"Fifteen and that break room is already gross as fuck. I don't need to sit on that couch and think about you doing whatever it is you're planning to do on it."
Kiera laughs. "Well, Nate, if you don't know, maybe I could show you. Or you could join us."
I push her off me and hold her at arm's distance. Kiera's dark red lips turn to a pout. "Yeah, I don't have threesomes with another guy and especially not with my brother. Let's get you a drink. I think the moment's passed."
I reach the doorway that leads back to the bar area. I stop to check if it's clear. Kiera grumbles and tries to give me a push. "What are you stopping for?" She's extra grumpy now that our quickie has been postponed. With the way she's acting, I'm fine cancelling it altogether.
"Uh, I had to sneak in here because you didn't want to wait in line," I say sharply back to her. Harry is across the barroom. His server, Patty, sees me in the doorway. We're friends, so she just winks. I step back into the barroom.
Kiera grabs my arm. "I want a glass of white wine."
"Yeah, fine." The crowd has dispersed into random clusters for conversations while they wait for the band to come back on. The only people holding their places are Nate's superfans. They've crowded around the front of the stage.
I'm looking down as I reach into my back pocket for my wallet, and I run into someone. "Sorry bout that."
"Just glad you missed my toes with those giant feet." I know the voice and the attitude well.
My face pops up. "Nev, sorry didn't see you." I look around and don't see Hoffman. "Where's your date?" I don't even try to hide the sarcasm.
Kiera clutches my arm and peeks around my shoulder. "Where's my wine? Oh, hey, Nevada. Didn't see you there."
Nev bows her head politely. "Kiera. Didn't see you either." She looks up at me. "Forgot you two had a thing going on."
I don't answer, but I badly want to let her know it's not a thing at all. In fact, tonight may very well be the end of the not a thing for good. I forget, until I see her again, that Kiera can be a whiny brat. Sometimes great sex isn't worth the hassle.
