Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

“I am romantic,” Mutt proudly proclaimed. “I am romantic for you. Because you are so very precious. The most precious. The smartest, most lovely man in the whole world.”

“Yeah, okay.” I waved him off, ducking away from his hand even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. “How about a drink, Casanova?”

“My name is not Casanova,” Mutt followed after me excitedly like I’d offered him my left kidney, not a shitty cocktail at a shittier bar. “It is Mutt.”

“I know, baby,” I snorted out a laugh, signaling the bartender with a grin and a head nod. I’d been here a couple times now, and he was starting to recognize me.

“I am not an infant,” Mutt huffed as he slid into the seat beside me. He kicked a leg out, hooking his foot between my legs and pulling on the stool. An awful screech sound filled the half-empty bar as Mutt yanked me close enough the heat of our thighs bled together.

“Believe me, handsome,” I hummed, shivering as he stared down at me, his brow scrunched. “I know.”

The bartender winked at me as I leaned my guitar against my thigh, making sure it was secure. Mutt stared at it like it had personally offended him. Like he was the only thing that should be allowed to touch my thighs.

Fuck.

That was hot.

“The usual?” Bartender asked, his eyes dancing. His name tag read John. I made a point to remember it later.

“Yeah. Mocktail for me,” I shrugged with a grin. “I dunno what he’s having, but you better make it strong.”

“I like strong,” Mutt stared at my biceps.

“Me too,” I agreed, licking my lips as I looked him over again. “A lot. Apparently.”

When we got our drinks I spent way too long teasing Mutt by tying my cherry stem in knots. He chugged his whiskey in two long gulps, and I tried not to find that hot. Even though everything about him kinda was.

Thinking a dude was attractive was new to me—but it didn’t bother me. It was just another thing I hadn’t allowed myself to explore when I’d been living under Lydia’s roof. I had no doubt Blair would freak out when I told him I was maybe, probably bisexual.

He’d probably throw me a party—with confetti canons or some shit.

The girl that was up for her set was singing a little too loud—and slightly off key—and Mutt kept flinching, but he didn’t seem to notice he was doing it. So I decided to distract him. His gaze was trained on my lips, and when I stuck my tongue out and he saw the twisted stem that sat there taunting him, he whined, low.

The sound sent a shiver up my spine and heat pooling between my legs.

That was not the kind of sound a man made. It was animalistic, and needy—and primal.

“I want you to do that to my dick,” Mutt said immediately. The bartender choked—as he’d been walking right by us when Mutt spoke—and then he strode twice as fast to get away. My heart fluttered and my cheeks flushed—but not because I was embarrassed. Mutt was just…yeah.

He was cute.

Dopey cute.

Unlike anyone I’d ever met.

I laughed. “That’s the point, dude,” I hummed, winking at him. “Why the fuck do you think I keep doing it?”

It felt weird…this confidence.

Not manufactured like it usually was—or a front, hiding what was beneath it. But genuine.

“That is very naughty.” Mutt stared at my mouth, eyes wide.

I tied another stem. When I stuck my tongue out and waggled my eyebrows, heat burning beneath my skin, Mutt had to discreetly adjust himself. Well…discrete is a stretch. He full on—very obviously—placed that gorgeous as fuck, massive hand on his dick and squeezed—right out in the open where anybody could see.

And with the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to bend me over the bar and stick his cock up my ass—there was no denying who exactly had caused him to act so lewdly.

That was when I broke.