Page 95 of Lucky Shot
Though I anticipate this is going to be agonizing for both of us, I arrange his cock in the material as well. Pretty sucks in a breath and holds it, moan-whining when I force my hands off him.
“Soon,” I say. I promise. Vow! “Soon.”
Then I move to my bag and take the first thing I went in search for when I learned who my Pretty was. With it in hand, I move back over to him, keeping it spread between my fingers so he can see.
Pretty’s brown eyes are wide. His brows knit together and his lips part again as he studies the collar in my hands. I can see the shiver run through him, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
“You want me to wear that?” he whispers.
“Depends,” I tell him, now standing in front of him. His fingers rise to touch it. It’s black leather, with a silver heart ring in the middle that will sit perfectly over his throat. “Do you want to wear it? Want to be mine, Noah?”
His whimper is fucking beautiful. Pretty’s watery eyes flick up to mine and he nods. “Yes. But… I don’t think…”
“Don’t worry,” I tell him, bringing it to his neck. He sways as I wrap it around him and fasten it loosely. It doesn’t sit how collars usually do, which was my intent. “It’ll hide under your shirt collar now. Only you and I will know it’s there.”
“I want everyone to know,” he says quietly, his fingers tracing the collar. “I just…”
“I know,” I tell him, kissing him until he’s practically climbing me. “One day, when we’re not as much in the spotlight, you can choose to wear a collar in public if you want to. I completely understand why you don’t feel comfortable doing so now.”
“Part of me is loudly screaming to fuck everyone else and wear it,” he says. “I kind of want to listen to it.”
“Don’t,” I say. “There are some forms of media that we don’t want to star in right now. Even if it means we might be able to take some heat away from Max.”
Pretty frowns. “I definitely don’t want that kind of attention.”
“Let’s keep this part private for now. All right?”
He nods, biting his lip. “It’s enough knowing it’s there for now.”
I continue to dress him, trying to keep my touch as professional and businesslike as possible. When he’s drop dead gorgeous in his suit, I move into the shower to wash the day’s worth of travel off me. While I’d really love to rub one out, I won’t let Pretty suffer hard through dinner while I’ve found some relief.
I dress in front of him, which I think is excruciating for both of us. By the time we’re heading for the door, I’m strongly considering skipping dinner. What are they really going to do?
But I don’t do that. I can’t. That’s not the kind of person I am and it’s not the kind of person Noah Kain is, either. So with his hand firmly in mine, I pull him to the elevator where we stare at each other with such fucking heat, I’m sure everyone else feels it, too. Our hands are linked, gripping each other as tightly as we can. I’m not sure we look away once.
There’s no way we’d be able to conceal our relationship at this point. None at all. Not that I want to, but I can only imagine the sexual tension radiating off us as we step out of the elevator and into the throng of people in the lobby.
Thankfully, this dinner is only down the road. Maybe walking in the fresh air will help to cool me off.
TWENTY-EIGHT
NOAH
I’m prettysure I’m going to stay hard this entire dinner. Even as we step outside into the fresh air, it does nothing to cool my blood. It feels as though I’ve been waiting for this man my entire life and sure,what’s a few more hours?But I’ve already been waiting for years! I don’t want to wait any longer than I already have.
Yes, I’m feeling rather whiny in my own head.
The tension in my shoulders and the somewhat stiff way I’m walking isn’t due to the anticipation of once more being surrounded by people. Not this time. It’s frustration that Demi isright here, I’m touching him, and he still feels so far away.
“Okay?” Demi asks and I glance at him. Damn, even his profile is heart stopping.
“Yes,” I say. “Just want to get this dinner over with.”
Demi nods. I realize then that it’s going to be difficult to even refer to him as Elixon. In my head, and as corny as it sounds, in my heart too, he’s Demi. My Demi god. Seeing him in person and already recognizing him as a man I’ve known for years hasn’t changed that. I’ll have to ask later if it bothers him. Maybe I need to make more of an effort to call him Lix like everyone else.
At the same time, I don’t want him to stop calling me Pretty Boy. The words may be the same ones I’ve heard my entire life, but they mean something entirely different coming from Demi. He was never commenting on my looks. He didn’t know what I looked like. Even that time on the ice that shook us both… he was teasing.
In reflection, he probably didn’t find me attractive at all. He more or less said as much when we walked on the beach. Right? He can see someone as being conventionally attractive, but his attraction is absent unless hefeelssomething for them.
