“Goddammit.”
“Relax, Nick. Try not to give me a damn heart attack.”
Nick just glared at the passing models until Reece appeared once more, in all black again, this time wearing shorts, another sheer top that was loose with black roses adorning it, and a long black overcoat that hung all the way down to his calves. The look was completed with a pair of ankle boots, tall black socks, and a black hat.
It was over so fast that Nick didn’t know what to make of it. It happened in a flash. Then Nick and Declan went about trying to find Reece, only to end up waiting for nearly an hour before they found him outside, leaning against a black SUV, posing for several members of the paparazzi who were screaming things at him. Reece appeared unfazed, moving his body minutely, as if constantly finding a new pose to offer their cameras.
He was so good at what he did. He was made to model.
Reece was back in the first outfit he’d modeled, his body covered and yet right there for Nick’s viewing. And everyone else’s.
Nick stood still, just watching Reece in amazement until some bald guy started ushering the photographers back and opened the back door of the SUV for Reece.
“Yo.”
Reece stilled at the sound of Nick’s voice, eyes so wide when he looked back over his shoulder that Nick instantly felt guiltconsuming him. Reece probably thought that Nick didn’t give a damn about his work, which just wasn’t the case. Not at all.
“Nicky?”
Nick walked through the crowd, Declan at his side. With a jerk of his head, he signaled Reece to get into the SUV, and when he did, Nick and Declan followed, the three of them squeezing together, Nick in the middle.
“You guys… What are you doing here?”
“We watched your show, and damn, you were something!”
“You… were watching?” Reece’s cheeks turned red as he crossed his legs to make more room for Nick, but Nick took Reece’s legs and moved them over his left so he didn’t have to cross them.
“Will your guests be joining you at the after-party, Mr. Keys?”
“Ah—”
“Hell yeah,” both Nick and Declan said.
Nick watched Reece’s throat bob. Watched his lips part, the way his tongue trailed between them to moisten them. Watched his fingers pick at his pants, his breathing pick up.
Fuck. He never looked better.
“Y-yes, they will be…”
37
Chapter 37 - Reece
They got on the road, Reece stiff so he wouldn’t make any sudden moves, all too aware of the way his legs dangled over Nick’s, how close they were to that part of him he’d never get to have again.
“So, they let you keep the outfits you model, huh?” Declan asked and Reece hummed to confirm. “Even those underwear? They looked pretty damn comfy…”
“You fuckin’ dick,” Nick muttered under his breath.
Reece cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, all of it.”
“I might have to get me a pair of those babies.”
“Sure,” Reece laughed, “you should.”
Nick’s hand was resting on Reece’s thigh, as possessive as ever, and Reece liked it. He wanted it to mean more.
He wanted Nick to want him. Toreallywant him. He missed Nick so much.
