My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,76

him when he was singing on that stage.

How many times had I watched him up there and fantasized that he was singing to me? And last night he’d done exactly that. My fantasies had become reality, and it had been a powerful high. Seeing him up there looking like a sex god and knowing he was my sex god went a long way to making up for all those years I’d spent pining for him.

During the show last night, his eyes had singled me out in the audience with an intensity that had become familiar over the last week. I’d heard tones in his singing voice that echoed the sweet murmurs and dark growls he’d uttered in my bed. I’d watched his fingers move over those guitar strings with the memory of how they’d felt touching me.

It should have been enough to tide me over for a lifetime. Especially after we’d gone back to my place and had what was far and away the best sex of my life, all that pent-up jealousy and frustration driving us both to heights that made our prior efforts seem laid-back and tame.

There was absolutely no reason we’d needed to come to King’s Palace tonight. We could have stayed home and enjoyed each other’s company like two normal people.

But no.

Tonight was totally on me. I’d been the one to suggest coming here. Because I’d wanted another taste of that thrill I’d experienced last night.

It was weirdly addictive. The excitement of having a secret and flaunting it in front of people. Seeing how far we could push it without getting caught. Toying with each other. Making each other jealous. Getting off on it.

How fucked-up was that?

Based on how quickly Wyatt had agreed to my suggestion tonight, it was safe to say I wasn’t the only one getting off on it. We were both on board this twisted train. Choo choo.

We’d been here an hour, and Wyatt had already asked four different women to dance, none of whom had been me.

I could tell he was messing with me. He kept making the rounds of the room, stopping to chat—or flirt—with everyone he knew along the way. Pretending not to see me. Acting like he was about to head my way, then breaking off to ask someone else to dance. After which he’d start the whole routine over again. Circling me like a raptor. Doing his best to torment me.

That was okay. I knew he’d find his way over to me eventually. He was having a good time delaying the moment we were both itching for, but he wouldn’t be able to resist forever. He wasn’t going to pass up a chance to dance with me tonight.

I’d been doing my best to ignore him and the rising fever in my blood. Sometimes, when I noticed him looking my way, I’d turned my back on him and go talk to someone else.

Flirting had never been one of my finer skills. My sarcasm and bluntness tended to get the better of me. I preferred teasing and bantering with men over being nice to them, but tonight I gave it my best shot.

I’d danced with three different men—including Wyatt’s brother Tanner—and felt a reckless satisfaction the whole time, knowing Wyatt was watching me and grinding his teeth.

He wasn’t the only one enjoying this game.

“It’s weird that Wyatt hasn’t come over to say hi yet.” Megan frowned as she watched him talk to someone over by the bar, then turned her frown on me. “Don’t you think it’s weird?”

I shrugged. “I think it’s just Wyatt being Wyatt.”

“He was acting weird last night too,” Kaylee said.

“Was he?” I asked, playing dumb.

Megan ignored me and pointed at Kaylee. “You know what? You’re right. He seemed all distracted when he was sitting with us. And then he just up and disappeared without a word.”

I sipped my beer to hide my smile, remembering why he’d been so distracted. The way he’d trembled at my touch under the table. Helpless to resist. Completely at my mercy. I loved seeing him lose control of himself because of me, and I loved knowing I had a special claim on him—even if no one else did.

Had I done it in part because I wanted to get caught? Had I been hoping to force the issue so we’d have to take our relationship public?

Not consciously, but I couldn’t say I’d be that upset if we blew our cover.

Wyatt would though. I’d seen how freaked out he’d been by the prospect