Page 8 of Grave Misgivings
For something I haven’t thought about in years.
“You like to watch, is that it?” Dare raises an eyebrow at Mateo as he goes for a glass of champagne, tossing a handful of strawberries in his glass, which makes some of the liquid spill out of the sides.
“What I like is none of your fucking business. Besides, you are stalling.” Mateo huffs, his tone flustered and on edge.
I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips.
Mateo Starr isn’t so easily rattled, and the fact Dare can get under his skin so easily makes me like the kid all the more.
“Stalling for what?” My gaze drifts to Rex, who shoots me a sly grin as he drops off another bottle of champagne and a fresh bowl of strawberries.
Thankfully, Mateo speaks before I have to awkwardly thank the angel who keeps staring at me likeI’mthe bowl of strawberries. It makes me uncomfortable.
Who the fuck am I kidding, this whole place makes me uncomfortable because I have no clue what I’m fucking doing. Or what I’msupposedto be doing.
Dare downs some of his drink, about half in one gulp, before he refills his glass.
I never got to do the whole drinking ‘til dawn in my early twenties stage.
I was touring locally with a bunch of other up and coming Christian Rock groups at the time, dating Tiffany, and curfew was strictly enforced.
But I guess, when in Rome...
“Our darling littleHeart Killerhas a mission tonight.” Mateo grins, Dare stopping mid-pour.
“What’s that?” I ask, Rex nudging my shoulder as he leaves. The motion puts his skin against mine, and a flush heats my entire body.
His skin is warm, slick with oil, and my damn cock twitches.
I take a heavy sip of my drink, hoping it will make me forget about this entire, weird night and my stupid cock.
Mateo’s voice is direct, but it isn’t venomous. “Find someone to fuck.”
Dare curses and I nearly spit out my champagne. Mateo is always direct, but his words coupled with the attractive man in angelic booty-shorts and wings slithering past me, my buzz, and my cock acting weird as fuck, I can’t help myself.
You’re just having an off night, G. It’s fine. You’re fine.
Mateo slaps me on the back, running his hand between my shoulders in a friendly way as he lets out a dark chuckle.
“And what about you, Matty? You take a vow of celibacy I don’t know about?” Dare bites back petulantly.
“No,” Mateo snaps, and I let out an exasperated breath.
The tension is so thick, and I’m half-concerned the two of them are going to whip out their dicks and have a measuring contest right fucking here.
Like there can only be one Highlander, Dare and Mateo look like they are ready to fight to the death.
Over what I’m not sure, but I know enough of my friend to know the way his jaw is set, he’s not as pissed as he looks.
Agitated, maybe, but not pissed.
And all at once, I realize, they aren’t dick measuring.
Like pretty peacocks, they’re fanning their fucking feathers and trying toimpressone another. They’re flirting.
“Maybeyoushould engage for once. Put yourself back out there,” I say, a slow smile forming on my face.
Dare’s wide grin spreads and before Mateo can even speak, hegrabshim, yanking him up from the couch with ease like the man isn’t made of solid muscle.
