Page 120 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

“Copy. Rotating to front pickup,” Slade answered.

“Tech, check exit conditions.”

“Front entrance is crowded, paparazzi-heavy. Valet is backed up,” Tech answered. “Service exit has catering traffic.”

God cut in. “We move out the front.”

Cassidy stared at Wyatt pressing his mouth toward Xander’s throat.

Xander angled his body away, ass pushed back like a girl at a middle school dance trying to keep a boy’s overzealous-virgin-cock from digging into her hip.

Wyatt had his face buried in Xander’s neck and Cassidy knew he was inhaling his fragrance.

He moved, and this time, no one stopped him as Xander argued with his co-star through clenched teeth.

Wyatt’s face changed, the sloppy grin hardening into something insulting and ugly, but Cassidy was there before Wyatt could decide what stupid thing he’d try next.

He touched Xander’s back, placing himself between them. “Let’s go.”

Xander turned toward him with relief as Wyatt let out a weak, “Hey.”

“Starlight’s mobile,” Cassidy said into comms. “Front exit. Form tight formation.”

God answered. “Copy. Lead moving.”

They crossed the club through heat, music, and bodies that didn’t want to part.

“You okay?” he asked without looking down.

“Yes.”

Lie.

They got to the front entrance with God and Day ahead of them, and Ruxs and Green right behind. Steele appeared outside the front doors and opened them when they got close.

The outside world was ridiculous.

Valet traffic lined the curb with limos, SUVs, sports cars, and impatient drivers. Paparazzi crowded behind a thin rope that wasn’t holding worth a damn. Fans clustered near the edges of the building began screaming Xander’s name.

“Slade is two vehicles back,” Tech reported.

God’s voice was calm. “Hold the bubble.”

Cassidy kept Xander at his side.

“Xander! Xander, one photo!”

“Congratulations!”

“Xander, look here!”

A young woman slipped past the rope with her phone out, trembling. “Please, just one picture. Please, you helped me so much.”

Xander nodded.

Cassidy scanned her hands. Empty except for her phone.

Xander stepped a few feet away and leaned in just enough for the photo. “Thank you for supporting the film.”