The good news, he supposed, was that Devina couldn’t be in two places at once. So the girl getting banged in the bathroom with Eddie definitely wasn’t her. And wherever Jim was, the enemy wasn’t with him, either.
“What brings you here,” he asked.
“No comment on my inquiry?”
“Nope.”
“Ah, well . . . I’m looking for you, actually. Flattered?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“I thought you might need some company.”
He opened his mouth to say he was good and she could fuck off, but then he thought about Jim out there on his own. No doubt the motherfucker was still working the angles with DelVecchio, charging forward without them. With that damn necklace around his throat.
And here they were, sitting on their asses, stalled out like a couple of bitches.
Adrian forced his head toward Devina. As she smiled at him, her perfect white teeth glowed even in the darkness, and he couldn’t help remembering all the fun things they’d done together.
Real laugh riot.
His gut churned.
And the grinding got worse as she inched closer to him. “I’ve missed you.”
“I doubt that. I know you’ve been busy.”
“With Jim, you mean?” She leaned in, her perfect breasts pushing against his upper arm. “Jealous?”
“Yeah. Abso seething.”
Her ruby red lips brushed his ear. “You don’t lie very well, but you are a very good lay.”
“And the opposite would be true of you.”
At least that offended her enough so she pulled back. “That is so untrue. I am a fantastic fuck.”
He laughed on a hard exhale. Typical—she didn’t even care if she was called out on the other shit.
The waitress delivered the wine, and though he could have been a prick and made the demon pay was afraid of dragging the poor human with the cocktail tray into this mess. Ponying up a twenty, he was relieved to see the woman go on to other people.
Devina eased back into the booth and ran a delicate finger around the foot of the wineglass.
What the hell was she doing here? he thought. She was a vicious bitch, but she didn’t kibitz. And she’d just had Jim, for chrissakes, so it wasn’t like she was desperate for sex.
“So where is Jim?” Devina asked over the rim of her chardonnay. “Back with your boy, doing some silly piece of ass?”
Adrian frowned. She made the statement sound like it was rhetorical, but he could see through her falsely casual routine: She didn’t know where the savior was, did she. Jim was blocking her.
Somehow, the bastard had figured out a way to go truly invisi, so to speak.
Holy. Shit.
Adrian smiled. “You could go see for yourself.”
Her eyes slid away. “I’d rather be with you.”
Liar, he thought. “I’m touched. But I don’t think that’s the truth, is it.”
“I’m choosing to sit with you now.”
“Yes, you are, aren’t you.”
Her stiletto bounced at the end of her foot as she kicked her lower leg with impatience.
“You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.”
“Because you have cookies, right.”
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 breasts everywhere. Like Ad, she had both nipples 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 breasts together, the little chain getting long because of the lack of distance. Before he ducked his head and started in on those nipples, 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 fucking, 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 nipples, 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 cliché.
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 fuck 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.