Page 34 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He took a bite of his own food and realized he’d gone too heavy on the soy sauce. Oh well, that’s what he got for winging it. “Yeah, it does. But you know what? The guys have seen a lot of bands come through there. They like us, sure, but they’re businessmen.If they didn’t think we were good enough to be in the show, they wouldn’t have asked. Did a group bale on him last minute?”

“No. He just said we’re good and that it would be an opportunity to be seen by fans of the other bands that will be there.”

“More exposure is better, but we have to make sure we don’t look like douchecanoes.”

She shrugged and they ate for a while, with only the occasional distant moo from one of Malachi’s new cows breaking the silence.

“I think we can avoid that. The worst that can happen is we get booed off the stage. Lawson knows what he’s doing, I think. If our Friday show sucks, we can back out. It’s too late to put us on the posters anyway, so no one knows we’re performing except the two of them, which is good because someone hasn’t designed the fucking Kink Monsters’ logo yet.”

Mack leaned back, full. He eyed her speculatively. “How does Law have your cell number, anyway? I thought Ramsay was our contact guy with Sprawl.”

“He asked for my number a few days ago.” Her smile was mysterious.

A hot irritation roiled. Guys were always trying to get Winter’s number, but she didn’t generally give it out. What the hell?

“What? You want me to fuck your boyfriend, and suddenly you’re the jealous type again?”

He studied her expression. She was messing with him. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You sucked his dick. He’s not just a buddy anymore.”

Mack grunted, not wanting to think through an answer to that. “We both have to agree on a person for it not to be cheating. Law is off limits. So is Luther.”

She smirked. “You don’t like them like that?”

“I don’t want you to like them like that.” Wild hair, piercings, covered in tattoos – they were the perfect guys for Winter. Like a match made in purgatory. With Ramsay things were safe. She wasn’t that interested in him, so he wasn’t much of a threat. If she fucked him it would partially be because Mack wanted her to. Besides, it would be silly to make Ramsay off limits if he’d already been with him.

And it would be hot to watch.

“What if I do?” Winter’s expression was mocking.

There were times where Mack wished he could call Ramsay to come over and spank her a little. Cocky girl.

Before he could stop himself, his hand darted out and he caught Winter’s nipple between his knuckles and squeezed hard.

She gasped and started to pant when he increased pressure and didn’t let go.

“Are we piercing these again tonight?”

Winter’s laugh came from deep down, sexy more than amused. “Sounds like fun.”

He kissed her possessively and eased his grip.

When she pulled away, she gave him a slow smile. “I gave Law my number because Ramsay couldn’t find his cell for a few days, remember?” She sipped at her tea, then put it back on the table. “I don’t want Law or Luther, Mack Vincent. I don’t want anyone but you...and maybe Saya.” She leaned into him and licked along his bottom lip. “Besides, I think they’re totally vanilla. It’s depressing.”

Chapter Eight

She peeked out the green room door again, but if anything, it made things worse. Saya smoothed her skirt and tried to tame the amount of flounce effect the crinoline was providing, then started to pace again.

No matter how far she tried to get from everyone as she walked the length of the green room, her skirt kept brushing against them. Finally, Master caught her hand and pulled her to where Winter was sitting back, looking unduly calm.

“I can’t go over this with Mack while she’s wearing a hole in the linoleum. Could you keep her busy without mussing her too much?”

Go over what with Mack? They were blathering about jacks and wires. Nothing important. If anything, every time they got together for practice, it seemed like Master was doing his best to pretend that he and Mack were just regular old friends. The underlying tension, though, along with what he’d confessed had happened in the alley, would have been funny if she wasn’t so nervous about tonight.

It wasn’t just that Mack had a thing for him, no matter what Master was claiming. There was more to it.

Winter looked Saya over in a way that made her feel naked. Nodding, Winter held out her hand. Master grinned and put Saya’s wrist in Winter’s grip.

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