Page 24 of Deadly Obsession
James and I took our positions in front of the double sinks, each pulling out our own makeup bag. I laughed at the sight of us applying our signature looks in the mirror. James with his easy block of black grease paint from the nose up, versus my elegant eye shadow and cat eye.
“What?” he asked, appearing puzzled by my sudden outburst.
“Oh, just imagining us living together and having to have our own makeup stations.”
“Oh yeah, my Mehron and your Kat Von Dee or whatever.” He chuckled as he grabbed a liner and cleaned up the area around his eyes, breaking off the tip as he did so.
“Sir, if I ever catch you using my makeup like that, I’ll beat you with the dull end of your own axe,” I replied as he began packing up his supplies and washing the black from his palms.
“Hah, don’t worry, sweetheart. I know better than to mess with any of your cursed war paint.” He dried off his hands on a towel and kissed the side of my head before stepping back into the bedroom. “Harps, have you seen my helmet anywhere? I thought I left it on the top shelf of the closet but it’s not there?”
“No, I haven’t. But shouldn’t you stick with the cloth skull face one? It’ll make taking shots easier. We both know you’re going to be taking a lot of them,” I teased, leaning back to glance out the bathroom door. “I’m sure it’s somewhere around here. We’ll find it after the live. Perhaps it fell and rolled under the bed or something.” I stepped out of thebathroom with my mask on and my hair curled into nice, thick, dark waves.
“Yeah right, you wish. Reckon I won’t be taking a single one. Really, though, I don’t see it anywhere,” he called back as I watched him pull his fabric mask down over his face, adjusting it to sit properly before he returned his cowboy hat to the top of his head. “How do I look?” James held out his arms, presenting himself for inspection.
“Hmm, how does that one song go? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” I walked over, raised myself up on my tiptoes, and kissed him through the fabric of our masks as I reached around to give his ass a squeeze.
Damn, he had a nice one.I wasn’t really sure if guys knew this, but there was just something about a man with a nice ass that was damn sexy.
His body tensed and his arms moved in to grab me. The look in his eyes telling me if I let him, he was going to throw me down on the bed and fuck me all over again.
Having been ready for it, though, I put my hand on his chest and took a step back. “The live first, Mr. Mustang. Then I’ll find out if I make much of a bronco rider.” I winked and lightly grabbed the already apparent bulge in his jeans before turning on my heels. “Put your gun away, cowboy.”
Then I darted out the door with the sound of his boots and spurs close behind me, knowing I was playing with fire.
About forty-five minutes later, we were going live. Brian the “MaskedGentleman” had managed to secure a spot at the end of the couch next to Lola, Danielle on her other side, followed by Jade on the loveseat and thenMustangwith me sitting on his lap. I’d actually attempted to squeeze between them, but James didn’t really give me an option. The moment I went to drop down, he grabbed my hips and redirected me onto his lap. Clearly his way of telling all my followers that I was his.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
“All right, Danielle, your go!” Lola stated while passing over the jar of quotes.
So far, we’d done two rounds and the only ones to take a shot were Brian and Danielle. Though Lola was already ahead of the rest of the group having poured a White Claw into her coffee mug to drink on camera. We had our phones set up in front of us, guesting in our own box while Brian hosted on his laptop, announcing that we had fifty viewers observing the chaos.
The comments in the chat were moving so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up, but two names entering at the same time caught my eye. “Oh, Lyndsey and MaskedSurfer just joined us! You two jerks! We’ve been trying to reach you! Get back here soon before you miss the entire trip!” I said to them, leaning towards my phone as the rest of the group chimed in around me.
Their responses popped up, and Brian read them out loud:
MaskedSurfer: Just reconnecting with nature together. Out hiking.
ValleySmuttQueen: Not to mention, swimming. You guys will have to join us soon.
MaskedSurfer: Very soon. Though you all do look so cozy.
“What the fuck? Where are you assholes? You’re back? Well, get in here and play with us. Stop fucking around.” Lola laughed and got up to go take what was likely her fifth shot of the evening.
“They can see us on their screens, girl. They aren’t here,” Danielle reminded her with a laugh.
MaskedSurfer: Lots of good bottle options you have there. Wish I could join you.
“How’s he know that? The alcohol is off camera?” I whispered to James.
My question goes unheard to everyone else. Mostly thanks to Lola crying out, “Fuck yes, we do!”
James shifted me off his lap and into his spot on the sofa. “Wait here,” he said, his tone making it clear that it was not up for discussion.
“Yes, Sir,” I said on impulse, which caused Jade to turn in my direction with a wide-eyed grin on her face.
A moment later, James returned. He shook his head. “Surfer’s car isn’t out front, just my truck. He must be fucking around. Let’s play.”
