Page 6 of Obsessed

Unfortunately, Bryce followed him to the next table.

“It’s Caden,” he finally blurted, as if he wanted a medal.

“Good for you.” But it really wasn’t good for Bryce because while Caden was a solid nine on the looks scale, his skills in the bedroom were a four at best. Rain had test run that particular ride and it had been incredibly boring. He’d almost gone home halfway through.

“Thanks.” Bryce lingered despite Rain giving fuck-off vibes, scratching the back of his head and looking uncomfortable. “Um…”

Tossing the empty breadbasket aside, Rain raised an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms. “Yes?”

“Um…so, me and Caden, we are um, wondering if you wanted to hang out after work.” Bryce finally made eye contact, his gaze full of lust. “Withbothof us.”

He acted like Rain had never been in a threesome before. Rain tried not to laugh. “Maybe.”

And then his breath stopped because all of a sudden Mason was standing in the center of the room, laden with camera bags and a small ladder. Just as sexy and smoldering as ever, he scanned the tables, his piercing eyes lingering briefly on Rain before carrying on, and then he turned on his heel, heading up the grand staircase.

Smirking, Rain grabbed the champagne bottle from his cart and handed it to Bryce, using his seductive voice. “Could youpleasefill the flutes for me? I have to take care of something.”

“S-Sure,” Bryce nodded, his floppy hair all over the place, and Rain didn’t need to be told twice. He took off, catching up to Mason outside the bridal suite.

“Need any help?” Rain asked in the same tone.

Stopping, Mason gave him a sidelong glance. Slinging a camera around his neck, he knocked on the door.

“No.” And without a second look, he slid inside, closing the door behind him.

Hands on his hips, Rain huffed in surprise and made a face at the room, hoping that Mason felt it. If it were anyone else, Rain would throw in the towel, but for some reason Mason’s resistance spurred him on, wound him up, and made him want to win.

It wasn’t lost on him that Mason treated him the same way that he treated Bryce. Maybe this was karma. However, as Rain watched his reflection throughout the event, he realized that he’d been wrong on both counts. Rain didn’t take pictures of Bryce behind his back because Rain wasn’t interested in Bryce. He was interested in Mason, and despite the brush-off upstairs Mason was interested in him, and he proved it through his less-than-sneaky photos.

It turned out that Rain didn’t even need a shiny surface or a dark window; somehow, he’d become attuned to the lens resting on him and the pressure of those sea-green eyes behind it. Watching. Capturing. It riled him up like a physical touch, turning him on so much that by dessert he wanted to be filled like the éclairs he was serving.

As the reception ended and Rain’s tables emptied, he scanned the crowd for Mason but it looked like he’d run off as soon as he could. No one blamed him. The Wicked Witch had been just as hard on him as she’d been on the staff and he’d looked downright angry the entire night.

Horny and disappointed, Rain thought about running out to the parking lot to check, but that would make him seem desperate, and Mason was probably long gone.

“Is thatmaybeayesnow?” Appearing in Rain’s peripheral vision, Bryce swooped in for the kill, a hopeful look on his face.

Rain tilted his head. He couldn’t go home until Gage left for work at four in the morning and his rim was twitching with need, so this very mid threesome was his best bet.

“Sure.” He tried to sound excited. “I can’t do my place, it’s either yours or Caden’s.”

“We both live with our parents,” Bryce pouted, and that’s when Rain remembered that they’d fucked in Bryce’s shitty car. “And Caden isn’t out.”

“I’m out but my mom doesn’t care.” Rain had told her when he was twelve and she’d blinked, said okay, and then asked when Tristan was coming home. Tristan had been more supportive, revealing that he identified as bisexual, telling Rain that he was brave, and getting him ice cream to celebrate.

Rain almost teared up. Damn, he missed Tristan. Even though he’d been getting weekly texts and pictures, it wasn’t the same.

“We could rent a motel room,” Bryce thought aloud.

“No,” Rain snapped harshly, not wanting to spend his hard-earned money unless he had to when a sturdy couch popped into his mind. “How about the back of the storage room? No one’s here after cleanup and there’s furniture we can use.”

“Yeah, that sounds kinky,” Bryce winked but Rain just stared at him. This was why he wanted Bryce to be a one-and-done but Mason had left him so stirred up that he wasn’t thinking clearly.

“See you there when we’re finished.” Rain waved him away and dove into clearing tables, where busy hands meant fewer thoughts. Once the main lights were off and only a few people were left in the building, he came back to reality, shrugging off his tux jacket and loosening his tie on his way downstairs. Sounds still came from the kitchen but that would wind down over the next hour and no one would hear anything unless they lingered outside the door.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Rain turned toward the hall when he kicked something. Squinting in the half-dark, he bent down to pick it up, studying the gold circular disc. It seemed like a decoration but it could be a piece of DJ equipment. Shrugging, Rain placed it on top of the railing in plain sight in case someone came back for it, and went to the storage room, stopping as he rested his hand on the doorknob.

It was stupid but he wished that he was walking into Mason’s arms instead. He wanted that intense gaze on him, so he could find out what was behind it.

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