Page 9 of Headcase
“Is it?” Asa asked.
Unease dripped along Asa’s spine like cold water. There was something there. This shrewd intelligence behind Zane’s eyes that let Asa know he had an agenda. Maybe Zane was the predator.
Zane tilted his head, gazing up at him. “Are you at least going to tell me why?”
Yeah, Zane Scott was full of shit. This flirty, innocent thing was all bullshit. He had a fucking agenda. But Asa had one, too. He wanted to play with him. He wanted to punish him. He wanted to fuck him.
Asa looked him dead in the eye. “Because Iama predator, and you’re looking a lot like prey.”
Zane’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Asa sighed. “Don’t listen to me. I’m drunk. I’m reckless when I’m drunk.”
“I thought the Mulvaney twins were always reckless.”
Asa chuckled. “Yeah, but that’s the thing. I’m down a twin. It’s just me. And drunk me…without supervision...he’s the real supervillain.”
“Color me intrigued.”
I’ll color you in your own blood.“Listen, by the end of the night, I’m going to fight someone or fuck them. Preferably both.”
Zane’s pupils dilated, his body swaying closer. “Is that what sober Asa would do?”
Sober Asa would go home and call a sex worker, who would sign an NDA so he could live out his sick, twisted fantasies in a controlled environment.“Sober Asa would take you out to the parking lot, bend you over the hood of his Maserati, make you come hard enough to forget your own name, and then probably never call you again.”
Zane’s lips parted. “Oh,” he said again.
“Would you say no?” Asa countered.
Zane appeared to think about it, then shook his head slowly, a smile forming on his lips. “No.”
“Exactly,” Asa said, like that was a problem.
“So, we won’t be doing that?” Zane asked, sounding amused.
“No, I’m drunk Asa. Well, moderately tipsy Asa.” He drained his whiskey. “You don’t want to meet drunk Asa.”
Zane snickered. “Drunk Asa is worse than fucking me in a public parking garage and never speaking to me again?”
Those warning bells in Asa’s head were now screaming like sirens. Police sirens. No sane person would poke Asa like this knowing how close he was to snapping. Zane clearly wanted to force him to do something he couldn’t take back.
Asawantedto do something he couldn’t take back. He leaned in close. Zane smelled clean, like soap. Asa pressed his lips to his ear, fighting the urge to bite down until Zane cried out. “You’re playing a very dangerous game. Are you willing to see it all the way through?”
Zane’s voice grew raspy, his tone full of promise as he feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you mean?”
“I mean, you shouldn’t taunt a supervillain when you smell like prey.” Asa’s cock thickened behind his zipper at Zane’s surprised exhalation. “Yeah, you’re definitely prey. I bet your heart is pounding so fast right now.” He curled his hand around the back of his neck, his thumb caressing the skin there before landing on his artery. Zane’s pulse was jackrabbit fast. “Yeah, there it is. You know you’ll lose. Still want to play?”
“How do I know when you haven’t told me the game?” Zane asked, swallowing audibly.
“But I have. The game is predator versus prey,” he said, letting his lips brush against the shell of his ear, not at all concerned about the surrounding crowd. “I feel like hunting.”
“You wanna chase me through the parking lot?” Zane’s voice was no longer teasing but eager, breathless, like he could taste the danger on the air.
Asa pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “The parking lot? No. That’s no fun. There are far too many witnesses. Somebody might stop me.”
“Then let’s go to your place,” Zane countered, his gaze never wavering.
Asa’s cock throbbed. “To be clear, if you agree to go home with me, I will strip you naked, set you loose in my house, then I will run you down and fuck you where you fall. And there won’t be a single soul to save you.”
