woman go on to other people.
Devina eased back into the booth and ran a delicate finger around the foot of the wineglass.
What the hell was she doing here? he thought. She was a vicious bitch, but she didn’t kibitz. And she’d just had Jim, for chrissakes, so it wasn’t like she was desperate for sex.
“So where is Jim?” Devina asked over the rim of her chardonnay. “Back with your boy, doing some silly piece of ass?”
Adrian frowned. She made the statement sound like it was rhetorical, but he could see through her falsely casual routine: She didn’t know where the savior was, did she. Jim was blocking her.
Somehow, the bastard had figured out a way to go truly invisi, so to speak.
Holy. Shit.
Adrian smiled. “You could go see for yourself.”
Her eyes slid away. “I’d rather be with you.”
Liar, he thought. “I’m touched. But I don’t think that’s the truth, is it.”
“I’m choosing to sit with you now.”
“Yes, you are, aren’t you.”
Her stiletto bounced at the end of her foot as she kicked her lower leg with impatience.
“You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.”
“Because you have cookies, right.”
Those black eyes returned to his own. “And so much more.”
“Well, I’m on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite.”
Devina licked her lips. “Temptation is good for the soul.”
“Only from the way you look at things.” He finished off Eddie’s beer and got to his feet. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go back and take a little ride.”
“Running from me, Adrian?”
“Yup, that’s right. I’m flat-out scared of you.”
“Wise of you, angel mine.”
“I’m not yours, bitch.”
“Wrong, oh, so very wrong.” Her eyes gleamed with all the tortures of hell. “I’m inside you, Adrian. I’m right in there, wrapped around your heart.”
“I’ll tell Jim you said hello.”
“I’m inside you, angel, and you know it. It’s the reason you’re getting up and walking away.”
“Nah. I just want to be with a real woman, not a fake one.”
As her face paled, Adrian turned his back on her and sauntered away, but somehow, it didn’t feel like he’d really left her.
It didn’t feel as though he ever left her. And that meant . . . she was probably right.
As he approached the bathroom, he wasn’t worried about protecting himself from her wrath. She wasn’t going to do anything with this many humans around. Too messy when it came to cleanup. Besides, it was too obvious. If she was going to get him back, she’d be more creative about it.
Shoving that voice right out of his head, he easily found the bathroom his buddy was in—and not just because there was a whole lot of female moaning going on. He could sense his best friend clear as day—which made him realize that Devina wasn’t the only one who couldn’t find Jim: He wasn’t picking up on the savior, either, which was a shocker. He’d been so pissed off at that guy when they’d left that morning, he’d just wanted away from him. But now . . . as he reached out, there was nothing.
So where the hell was Jim?
Even as the thought occurred, he smacked a lid on the what-the-fuck: that demon was like a weather vane when it came to sensing things so the best course was to go about their business like there was nothing wrong. No rift. No infighting. Just Adrian and Eddie burning off some steam while Jim was cloaked and working the war.
Devina would realize there was nothing worth mining for here and go about her business.
Adrian didn’t knock on the door. No reason to. A moment after he leaned against the jamb, Eddie cracked the seal and it was a case of slipping in and relocking.
The woman’s bustier was off and there were breasts everywhere. Like Ad, she had both nipples pierced, and there was a stainless-steel chain linking the tips.
Impressive set. And the boobs weren’t bad either.
Her skirt was up around her waist and her ass tucked in tight to Eddie’s hips, her back and long hair against his pecs. His leathers were still in place, but it was obvious given the way she was arched that the buttons were free and a whole lot of penetration was going on.
Adrian sat down on the toilet seat facing them and reached up, pushing her breasts together, the little chain getting long because of the lack of distance. Before he ducked his head and started in on those nipples, he met his best friend in the eye, and relied on the centuries they’d spent together to fill in the blanks.
They had to stay in here and pretend all was okay.
And it was more than a little worrisome that Eddie, who usually had the best radar, had not caught wind of the demon’s arrival.
There was the briefest of hesitations—which indicated that the message had been received. And then Eddie resumed the fucking, drawing his body back and then doing a resheathe. His face was harsh, though, and not because he was ready to come.
The woman didn’t get that the vibe had changed, however. She just moaned and kicked her head back, offering her mouth to Eddie as she looked at the big palms framing her chest. As Eddie sealed their lips, Ad squeezed what he’d palmed up and then went in with his tongue, flicking one of the stainless-steel hoops; then sucking it and the start of the chain into his mouth. While he worked her nipples, he burrowed under the leather skirt, going up, up, up to the wet sex that was being used. As he found the chick’s clit, it was not a surprise that she had a ball hoop through the hood—actually, it was a ho-hum cliché.
Of course she had one. And her belly button would be pierced. And maybe she had some dermals on her ribs or down her spine.
Yawn.
His heart was so not in this. It was just another fuck in another bathroom with another hard-core nothing- special.
As Eddie fell into a driving rhythm, his balls smacked forth, hitting Adrian’s hand, and because Ad couldn’t care less about the chick, he grabbed what his friend had and gave them a good twist—which guaranteed that at least someone other than the woman would have an orgasm.
Eddie barked out a curse and locked hard into the female’s body, his hips kicking, his sac going tight. The woman cried out, as if the violent jerking inside her had kicked off her own little joyride, and their faces grimaced and then relaxed and then grimaced again. When Eddie eventually withdrew, his dripping erection slid across Adrian’s palm, and knowing damn well his friend had another three or four rounds in him, Ad gripped that hard length and stroked it as he went back to sucking the woman’s breasts and letting his forearm rub her core.
He was utterly dead as he went through the motions, making them both come again, taking over the session as he stayed sitting on the toilet.
Spinning the woman around, Ad eased her down onto her knees in front of Eddie and opened her mouth with some subtle pressure at her jaw. Grabbing the back of her head, he guided her to his friend’s glistening cock, working her as he slipped a grip around to Eddie’s ass.
The two of them were into this, so he upped the pace, bringing Eddie in and out faster, forcing her to take more and more of what she was panting for.
He knew Eddie liked the hookups better if he was there. That angel trusted no one, and sex was better if you felt safer. Granted, the guy never completely let go, but he was more likely to relax a little if Ad was around, and looking up into the mirror over the sink, he watched his friend. Eddie had bitten down on his lower lip and closed his eyes, his head falling back, his heavy braid swinging as he held on to the doorjamb and the wall on the other side to keep his balance.
It was getting time for another orgasm. Ad knew his buddy’s body as well as he knew his own, so he stopped
