Those black eyes returned to his own. "And so much more."
"Well, I'm on a diet. Sorry - but thanks for the invite."
Devina licked her lips. "Temptation is good for the soul."
"Only from the way you look at things." He finished off Eddie's beer and got to his feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go back and take a little ride."
"Running from me, Adrian?"
"Yup, that's right. I'm flat-out scared of you."
"Wise of you, angel mine."
"I'm not yours, bitch."
"Wrong, oh, so very wrong." Her eyes gleamed with all the tortures of hell. "I'm inside you, Adrian. I'm right in there, wrapped around your heart."
"I'll tell Jim you said hello."
"I'm inside you, angel, and you know it. It's the reason you're getting up and walking away."
"Nah. I just want to be with a real woman, not a fake one."
As her face paled, Adrian turned his back on her and sauntered away, but somehow, it didn't feel like he'd really left her.
It didn't feel as though he ever left her. And that meant ... she was probably right.
As he approached the bathroom, he wasn't worried about protecting himself from her wrath. She wasn't going to do anything with this many humans around. Too messy when it came to cleanup. Besides, it was too obvious. If she was going to get him back, she'd be more creative about it.
I'm inside you, angel, and you know it.
Shoving that voice right out of his head, he easily found the bathroom his buddy was in - and not just because there was a whole lot of female moaning going on. He could sense his best friend clear as day - which made him realize that Devina wasn't the only one who couldn't find Jim: He wasn't picking up on the savior, either, which was a shocker. He'd been so pissed off at that guy when they'd left that morning, he'd just wanted away from him. But now ... as he reached out, there was nothing.
So where the hell was Jim?
Even as the thought occurred, he smacked a lid on the what-the-fuck: that demon was like a weather vane when it came to sensing things so the best course was to go about their business like there was nothing wrong. No rift. No infighting. Just Adrian and Eddie burning off some steam while Jim was cloaked and working the war.
Devina would realize there was nothing worth mining for here and go about her business.
Adrian didn't knock on the door. No reason to. A moment after he leaned against the jamb, Eddie cracked the seal and it was a case of slipping in and relocking.
The woman's bustier was off and there were br**sts everywhere. Like Ad, she had both ni**les pierced, and there was a stainless-steel chain linking the tips.
Impressive set. And the boobs weren't bad either.
Her skirt was up around her waist and her ass tucked in tight to Eddie's hips, her back and long hair against his pecs. His leathers were still in place, but it was obvious given the way she was arched that the buttons were free and a whole lot of penetration was going on.
Adrian sat down on the toilet seat facing them and reached up, pushing her br**sts together, the little chain getting long because of the lack of distance. Before he ducked his head and started in on those ni**les, he met his best friend in the eye, and relied on the centuries they'd spent together to fill in the blanks.
They had to stay in here and pretend all was okay.
And it was more than a little worrisome that Eddie, who usually had the best radar, had not caught wind of the demon's arrival.
There was the briefest of hesitations - which indicated that the message had been received. And then Eddie resumed the f**king, drawing his body back and then doing a resheathe. His face was harsh, though, and not because he was ready to come.
The woman didn't get that the vibe had changed, however. She just moaned and kicked her head back, offering her mouth to Eddie as she looked at the big palms framing her chest. As Eddie sealed their lips, Ad squeezed what he'd palmed up and then went in with his tongue, flicking one of the stainless-steel hoops; then sucking it and the start of the chain into his mouth. While he worked her ni**les, he burrowed under the leather skirt, going up, up, up to the wet sex that was being used. As he found the chick's clit, it was not a surprise that she had a ball hoop through the hood - actually, it was a ho-hum cliche.
Of course she had one. And her belly button would be pierced. And maybe she had some dermals on her ribs or down her spine.
Yawn.
His heart was so not in this. It was just another f**k in another bathroom with another hard-core nothing-special.
As Eddie fell into a driving rhythm, his balls smacked forth, hitting Adrian's hand, and because Ad couldn't care less about the chick, he grabbed what his friend had and gave them a good twist - which guaranteed that at least someone other than the woman would have an orgasm.
Eddie barked out a curse and locked hard into the female's body, his hips kicking, his sac going tight. The woman cried out, as if the violent jerking inside her had kicked off her own little joyride, and their faces grimaced and then relaxed and then grimaced again. When Eddie eventually withdrew, his dripping erection slid across Adrian's palm, and knowing damn well his friend had another three or four rounds in him, Ad gripped that hard length and stroked it as he went back to sucking the woman's br**sts and letting his forearm rub her core.
He was utterly dead as he went through the motions, making them both come again, taking over the session as he stayed sitting on the toilet.
Spinning the woman around, Ad eased her down onto her knees in front of Eddie and opened her mouth with some subtle pressure at her jaw. Grabbing the back of her head, he guided her to his friend's glistening cock, working her as he slipped a grip around to Eddie's ass.
The two of them were into this, so he upped the pace, bringing Eddie in and out faster, forcing her to take more and more of what she was panting for.
He knew Eddie liked the hookups better if he was there. That angel trusted no one, and sex was better if you felt safer. Granted, the guy never completely let go, but he was more likely to relax a little if Ad was around, and looking up into the mirror over the sink, he watched his friend. Eddie had bitten down on his lower lip and closed his eyes, his head falling back, his heavy braid swinging as he held on to the doorjamb and the wall on the other side to keep his balance.
It was getting time for another orgasm. Ad knew his buddy's body as well as he knew his own, so he stopped the furious in-and-out and gripped Eddie's erection, pumping it off as the female waited for the payload like a p**n star, mouth open, puffy lips licked in anticipation.
Sometime between the stroking and when the female's face got glossed, Ad felt Devina leave the club. And it wasn't a mirage. Her physical presence was not fakeable.
But she lingered, anyway.
As Eddie panted in recovery, the female on her knees ran her fingers over her cheeks and brought them into her mouth. Sucking them in, she dropped her lids and stared up at Adrian, all wouldja-do-me.
Staring down at her, he tried to draw in a breath, but there was a weight on his chest that refused to be budged, and for some reason, the only thing he could see was the tail end of all that fake black hair of hers pooling on the dirty bathroom tile.
Her frantic, sex-starved eyes belied her fragility: There was a lost soul behind her desperate stare, an emptiness that reminded him too much of himself.
Up above her, there was a paper towel dispenser stuck to the wall, its offering like a tongue lolling out of its dull silver head.
Taking her chin in his palm, he held her face with care and snapped a white towel free. With careful strokes, he cleaned off her delicate, pale skin.
"Not tonight," he said hoarsely. "Not tonight, baby girl."
She blinked first in confusion, and then in sadness. But that was what happened when you were forced to stop and see yourself clearly: Not all mirrors were made of glass, and you didn't always need your reflection to take a good, hard look at yourself. The truth was something you wore sure as the suit of flesh that bound and gagged your soul until you were set free, and you couldn't ignore it forever.
Leaning forward, he snagged her bustier from the sink's counter, and like a child she held her arms up so that he could bind her naked br**sts.
In attending to her, he felt as though he were taking care of the most broken part of himself ... and all the while, Eddie played witness with his red eyes.
"Go on, now," Adrian said when he'd done up the last of the fasteners. "Go home ... wherever that is."