Fred steps back, chuckling. “Since last week.”
“That party was sick, huh?”
“Totally. Thanks for the invite,” Fred says, his flawless, sun-kissed face lighting up with a grin.
“No problem. You know Serenity?” Nico asks.
“Yeah, what’s up, Serenity?”
“Nothing much. Just hanging with my friends.”
Nico pulls me closer. “No.”
He glances back at Fred. “I’ll catch you later.”
Fred’s blue eyes meet mine; he salutes before walking away.
“Great. So now he thinks we’re hooking up.” I shake my head.
“Serenity, that’s what we do, right?”
I don’t respond.
Nico leans into my ear. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your friends would like to watch us fuck right here.”
I peek at them watching us. Laughter bubbles in my chest. “Yeah, they would. They think you’re beautiful.”
He grabs my hand and places it on his rock-hard cock. I visibly swallow because, again, I hadn’t had sex in six months.
Nico, on the other hand, probably had sex last week. I push those thoughts out of my mind. I just need him to please me.
He palms my ass. “Tell Malik to keep his hands off you. If he doesn’t, I’ll chop them off.”
“He’s been nice to me. He likes me, but he doesn’t know where I come from. That’s for the best. So we’re just casual.”
“Nico, here are your drinks,” his bodyguard Abe says.
“Thanks, Abe,” Nico states, placing a red cup in my hand.
I peer into the cup. It’s a lemon drop. How long had one of Nico’s bodyguards been keeping an eye on me tonight?
“Thanks, Abe.” I smile.
Abe nods.
Nico gulps his drink. He’s wearing a gray Penn State t-shirt that strains against his muscled arms and chest, dark jeans, and sneakers.
“Why are you here, Nico? We haven’t seen each other in months.”
“I told you what I wanted when I pulled you away from those two guys.”
“Did you have to pull me by my neck?”
“Yeah, they needed to understand I wasn’t playing fucking games.”
“It felt like you wanted them to know we were fucking.”
He sips his whiskey again. “You’re leaving with me. That’s what they needed to know.”
