Page 55 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
Cy grinned. "It's certainly a magnificent perk, darling," he purred. "The theme is organized crime." He paused and frowned at Porter. "Oh, I don't think any of us thought about that theme when it was made. Are you going to be okay with that?"
A smile tugged at Porter's lips. Leave it up to Cyrus to think about him like that. Yeah, anything having to do with his old life could be painful, but it was also his job. And while he was dressed up, free and surrounded by his men, Porter felt safe. Arden wasn't going to let anything happen to him and neither would the rest of them.
"It's fine." Porter walked over and popped his chin onto Cyrus's shoulder before he kissed the shell of his ear, making the incubus shudder. "Pick me out a sexy as hell dress? Something red and form fitting. I want to stand out tonight."
"Of course you do." Cyrus chuckled. "You've really started to grow since you've been here."
Porter took a step back and he wondered if that was true. Looking back, he had been timid when Arden first picked him up and showed him that life didn't have to be miserable and horrible. Now, Porter walked around the host bar like he was queen of the show. His hips rocked, his smile beamed, and his clients ate it up.
Porter liked who he was.
Or at least he was starting to. There were still days when he missed his sister so much it hurt. And on other days, he thought about his father and how the man would react when he finally found him. But he didn't stop or push the men away at the host bar. Instead, he went to Jaygen, got on his knees and begged for amazing, freeing pain. Or he curled up on Cyrus’s bed and watched a sappy movie. Or he laughed at Foi’s stupid jokes. Even Ozni hung around him, always sticking to the shadows, but there all the same.
"I think this one is nice." Cyrus drew his attention as he pulled out a red dress that would show off his body. The thin spaghetti straps and sparkling material was enticing. "What do you think?"
"I love it." Porter ran a hand over the dress and took the hanger from Cyrus' hand. "Let me try it on. Can you find me some heels?"
"Sure." Cy dug around in the closet and cried out, making Porter look at him. He turned, Spooky in his arms, as he shook his head at the cat. "Your little darling here decided to bite me. I'm calling hate crimes against an incubus."
Porter laughed. "Sorry, he's a little crazy at night." He took Spooky and cuddled him, poking his cute nose. "But you're a sweetheart, aren't you Spooky?"
He meowed and Porter chuckled as he sat the cat on his bed. Spooky wandered around, pouncing on things as Porter shimmied out of his robe, exposing his naked body underneath. Porter felt Cyrus’s heated gaze skate up and down his body, making heat pool in the pit of his stomach. No matter how many days passed or how often the incubus looked at Porter with pure desire swimming in his brown eyes, his body reacted.
Shaking himself so he would focus, Porter slipped into the long, red dress that boasted a long slit up the side. It showed off ample legs and thighs and Porter turned back and forth in the mirror smiling at his reflection. He really had missed out on years of himself. Now, looking at his toned legs and body wrapped in the red dress, he felt his heart flutter.He looked sexy.When he glanced at Cy, the man was practically drooling.
"What?" Porter grinned. "Is something wrong?"
"This is going to kill me," Cyrus groaned. "Ozni hasn't fucked me yet. Jaygen still won't let anyone else get me off and I'm starting to get hungry." He licked his lips. "I need a meal. A good, tasty meal."
Porter tilted his head. "I'll put in a good word for you. He can hold a grudge, but I think you've been punished long enough." He pulled Cyrus to him and the man groaned. "Besides, I really want to stuff my cock in you and hear you scream my name."
Cy moaned and clung to him. "Don't say things like that! I have to shove myself into a very tiny dress and everyone's going to see how hard I am."
"Good." Porter chuckled. "All it's going to do is turn everyone on."
Cyrus pulled away from him. "You're evil!" he whined and snagged a dress out of Porter's closet. "I'm getting dressed in my room. Hurry up and meet me downstairs."
"Are you running away so you can jerk off before work?"
Cy's cheeks turned bright red. "I-I...you...Porter!"
Porter snorted as Cyrus ran out of the room like his ass was on fire. Once the door closed, he laughed and finished getting dressed. Red heels, jewelry, and he finished off the look with a blonde wig that cascaded down his back.
"Be good, Spooky." Porter kissed the top of his little head and gave him a few long, lingering pets. "I'll see you tonight."
Porter could hear everyone heading down for the night and he didn't want to be last. Arden had given him a lot of space, but now that he was feeling better, he was always one of the first workers down to see if Arden needed help with anything. The man had become the father figure he'd never had and Porter didn't want to let him down.
He walked downstairs and PGD was already coming alive. The bar was packed and Arden stood behind the counter pouring drinks, laughing his hearty chuckle, and engaging with the customers. He glanced at Porter and winked before he whistled at him. Porter snorted and his face burned. Arden approved of the outfit for the night apparently. He needed the extra encouragement sometimes. It made him shove back his shoulders, stick out his chest, and cast his smile on the customers that needed it after another long, challenging day.
"Hey," Foi called, his hand in one of the pockets of his form fitting suit. "Look at you."
"Do you like it?" Porter turned a little and then grinned at Foi. His eyes swept up and down the wolf shifter's body, before he licked his lips. "You look damned good yourself."
"I do?" Foi asked, his eyes hazing with lust as he leaned forward and Porter had to suck in a breath. "Well, you look good enough to eat."
Porter reached out and grabbed Foi’s black tie, wrapping it around his fist before he yanked Foi forward. "Keep that up and I'll make you lick my heels in front of everyone." He leaned up and nipped Foi's bottom lip. "What do you think they would say if you were on the ground, moaning for me?"
Foi whimpered and Porter ate it up. No matter how many times the man tried to speak, all he did was stumble over his words before he gave up. Porter laughed and patted his chest roughly.
