“Hey baby, what are you doin’ in here? Wanna see me get maimed?” The grin Gray flashed her made her last bit of frustration about the song drain away.
Actually it was a tossup between the panty-dropping grin and the smokin’ eye makeup.
“Holy fuck, you look hot in guyliner.” She patted her chin. “Just making sure I’m not drooling.”
“Come here and sit on my lap.”
“Oh hell no. This space is not sanctioned for ménages and shit.” Simon dropped the mascara wand and backed up, palms raised. “You’re on your own, Ghosty boy.”
“I think we can take it from here.” She smacked Simon as he passed and giggled at his growl. “Ah, I do so love my guys.”
It was Gray’s turn to growl playfully. He hauled her onto his lap. “Guys, plural? I think not.” His mouth was on hers before he’d finished the statement.
“I’m outta here,” Simon said.
Jazz waved halfheartedly at him over Gray’s head and rubbed her lips over Gray’s, absorbing his low groan. She’d never get tired of kissing him. Or feeling his wicked fingers trailing up her thighs. He wandered past her exposed garters to her flippy short skirt and underneath to where she already burned for him.
“Mine,” she whispered, sinking her hands into his thick dark hair. It was so long now and she didn’t even care that it was a bit crispy with the product he’d put in it. All she cared was that she had her hands on him, and he had his hands on her.
All over her.
“Yours,” he agreed, reaching past her to grab the mascara off the dressing table. “I look a bit cockeyed at the moment, but if you still want to claim me…”
“Fuck yes. Since when do you do the whole guyliner thing? In high school, you refused.”
“Gotta change things up now and then. Don’t want to get stale.”
“No chance there.” She eased back and studied his face, her heart speeding up even more with one glimpse into his smudgy gray eyes. “You are a little lopsided though.” She grinned and took the mascara. “Let me fix you.”
He palmed her ass under her skirt and settled her right on his stiffening cock. “Oh sweetheart, we don’t have nearly enough time for that. Unfortunately.”
“Funny guy.” Catching her lip between her teeth, she uncapped the tube and took an experimental stroke with the mascara. It was only when she had to apply the makeup that she realized his body held a faint tremor, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. But when she needed him to hold still, that slight shaking made a world of difference.
“Hey, are you nervous?” She laughed, though she didn’t find it amusing at all.
He’d been performing for over a decade, and she’d never seen him with anything but nerves of steel. Crowds didn’t rattle him. Being in the center of a bunch of screaming fans rattled him even less. Despite what the members of Oblivion probably would’ve guessed based on his disappearing acts and sometimes sullen behavior over the past year, Gray was a showman through-and-through.
“No. Of course not.” His laughter sounded fake to her ears. “Why would I be?”
“I don’t know. So why are you shaking?”
He went still. “I’m not.”
You are. But she didn’t say it, because he seemed to be mostly better now. He must be anxious for some reason. Perhaps it had to do with performing her song. Could be he thought she wouldn’t like it.
No wonder he didn’t want to share it with her ahead of time if he was wigging out that much.
“That’s better.” She gave him an easy smile. “Tilt your head back.” Once he complied, she swept the mascara over his lashes a couple more times, smudging it a little beneath the lash line. “Why do boys always have such thick lashes? It’s completely unfair.”
“We need something to lure in you ladies.”
She inched back on his lap and gave him a dispassionate glance, scanning for flaws. There weren’t any. His bone structure could’ve made angels weep. His eyes were sexy and beguiling. His mouth…oh, his mouth.
And then there was his cock, hardening more beneath her with every passing moment.
“Don’t think you have to worry about luring anyone, Duffy.” She glanced down at tonight’s costume. He tended to wear some outlandish things compared to the rest of them. Tonight he had on just a pair of navy suspenders and black lace-up leather pants with heavy black boots. She capped the mascara and snapped one of his suspenders. “You’re not actually going out there like this, are you? Where’s your shirt?”