Page 2 of Black Light: The Crossover
“What? She does look nice,” he snapped defensively.
“Nice isn’t a real compliment,” Emma added, and it actually sounded like she was trying to correct him as the girls erupted into giggles again. Her tone plucked at his-Dom side, which he was already struggling to hold back until later.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward to close the gap between them and caught Emma’s chin in a gentle grip. “Is it a bad thing that your dress is the only one I really care about tonight?”
“No, sir,” she whispered, her beautiful violet eyes gaining that same softness Chase’s did when the submission washed over him.
“Good, because I plan to have it in a pile on the floor of the play area in less than an hour.”
“I’d like that, sir.” Emma’s tongue peeked out to wet her lips and that was all the invitation he needed to pull her halfway off the bar chair and into a kiss. Where Chase tasted like warm skin and the spearmint flavor of his toothpaste, tinged with the texture of his scruff, Emma was all sweet softness. Her lips were warm and plush, and whatever gloss she’d put on had a sugary edge that made him want to devour her in front of whoever the fuck was watching.
And it was tempting to follow through.
After all, they owned Black Light, and he could do what he wanted… but he’d just told Chase they had to be patient and as the Dom he needed to set the example. So, reluctantly, he pulled away just enough to look down at her.
“We’re going to make you scream tonight, beautiful.”
“Yes, please,” she breathed, flushed and panting, and Jax knew if he lifted the hem of her dress, he’d find her soaking wet.
“Fuck,” Trevor cursed. “When the hell is this party starting?”
“Thirty-four minutes and counting,” Chase answered, and when Jax looked back at him he found their husband grinning.
Swiping at the smear of lipstick under Emma’s mouth, he made sure she still looked good before Jaxson forced himself to release her. He hadn’t planned on embarrassing her or messing up the make-up she’d spent so much time on — at least notyet.
He’d give her some time to show off the dress and the curls she’d painstakingly added to her hair before he and Chase wrecked all of it.
Soon, Jax. Not much longer.
“Who wants a drink?” Susie called out, and Jax smiled to himself as the group turned back to the bar, obviously just as flustered as he’d left Emma and Chase.
That’s how he wanted them, though. Turned on and needy. Then he could have his fun edging them and tormenting them in all the best ways until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Dammit… thirty minutes was definitely too long. His cock was already hard, and he stepped closer to Chase so he could quickly adjust himself where it wasn’t quite as obvious to everyone around them.
“Jaxson!”
Like him.
Turning, Jax saw Elijah walking toward him with a big grin, and there were several people following at his heels. Raising a hand to acknowledge the Dungeon Master, he took his chance to lean past Chase and catch Susie’s eye. “Can I have a bourbon? Larceny, if you have it.”
“Sure thing, boss,” she answered, nodding at him while she finished making someone else’s drink.
“Happy with the decorations?” Elijah asked as he stopped a few steps away.
Hell, maybe Chase was right about the one-track mind thing — he hadn’t even paid attention to the decorations since they arrived. Glancing around, he took the time to actuallylookat the garlands and the large Christmas tree near the entrance to the theater. There was silver tinsel and little lights, too, which probably took a lot of time.
“Well, I’d say it looks nice, but I’ve just been informed that isn’t a compliment,” Jax grumbled.
Letting out a loud laugh, Elijah reached forward to squeeze Jax’s shoulder. “It’s cool, I know what you mean.”
“Did you see the special Christmas tree my brother and I made?” Tyler asked, turning away from his conversation for a moment.
“Not yet.”
“I was just showing the other guys, you should come look.” The grin on the head dungeon monitor’s face promised something devious, and Jaxson had to admit that sounded a lot more fun than lingering around the bar and counting the minutes.
“Sounds good, just a second.” When Jaxson turned back to the bar, he saw his drink was already waiting for him, but he begrudgingly nudged it toward the other side of the bar before he leaned over to whisper in Chase’s ear. “Hey, I’ll be right back. Tyler wants to show me something in the play area.”
