Page 9 of War's Witch
“I bet you would love to get a hold of my big cock and stick me with a needle. Damn, I would come all over your hand from the pain alone, sweetheart.”
My eyes widen, and my lips part in shock that he just said that but not from being offended, oh hell no. Sniper is a fucking hoot.
I burst out laughing and fuck me, a smile graces his lips, and damn, this man is fucking sexy. I reach for him, mybalance leaving for a split second, and his eyes go wide, so I quickly snatch my hand back.
“Sorry.”
It is like the shutters lift and he nods.
“No harm.” With that he leaves, my body deflating that I have upset him, maybe triggered something.
In Sniper’s eyes you can see that the man has felt pain like most have not.
“CLEO, come dance,” is called.
I turn to look at the girls dancing. Taya is twerking, Steffy is spanking her ass, and Lottie is filming it. The scene makes me laugh.
Rushing across the room, I join the girls. With each thump of bass, I let go more, my laughter bubbling out as Taya pulls me to her. Then she twerks against me, making me laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
Steffy is all wild hair and grins; Lottie is spinning her phone to catch us from every angle. We’re chaos, and laughter, and loving every second of it. I toss my head back, lifting my hair off my neck, feeling both sexy and free.
But I can feel him—War’s gaze, silent and carved out of stone, from his corner, a shadow among shadows. It sends a thrill down my spine, makes my movements bolder, hips swaying just a little deeper, arms lifted higher.
I lock eyes with him for just a heartbeat, and there’s something molten in his stare, something that makes my skin tingle and my smile turn wicked.
I dance for me, I dance for the girls, but most of all, tonight, I dance for him.
“He can’t keep his eyes off you,” Taya says.
Licking my lips, loving that I have his attention, I take him in, leaning against the bar, his biceps bulging as they lean on the bar top.
“He is fucking hot,” she adds, making my gaze snap to hers, and she winks.
“You have a man.”
“Oh, I know and I love him; plus, have you seen Smoke? My man is fucking fine and fucks like a porn star, but, baby, I am not dead. I can appreciate a sexy man and War is sex on a stick. He oozes sex appeal and he has that broody mystery vibe going on.”
I nod to her, because she is right.
When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was hot and mysterious. Someone who could fuck me hard all night and leave the next morning, just how I like it.
“I’d ride him,” slips free.
Taya hoots, clapping her hands before she spins me and we are dancing again. I look over my shoulder, and see that War has removed his sunglasses and holy shitballs. His eyes.
“Damn,” I mutter.
He smirks, knowing that me seeing his eyes for the first time mesmerizes me.
“Girl, if you do not hit that, I will.”
My head spins to look at Tiffany, my eyes narrowed, and a sense of jealousy sweeps through me.
Jealousy has never been an emotion that I let myself feel. Since Pato, I’ve learned to let things slide, to let those petty sparks drift overhead instead of searing me from the inside out.
It’s an emotion that isn’t worth the energy it demands to fester. But now, with War’s gaze fixed on me and Tiffany’s playful challenge in the air, I feel something old and unfamiliar stirring in my chest. My heart kicks up a beat, looking at my friend.
I glance back at War, drawn in by the storm in his eyes, and for once, instead of brushing away the feeling, I let it simmer,just for a moment. It feels foreign, and I am not sure how to handle it.
