Chapter Fourteen

Cute Little Kitten Who is Very Drunk

Dan

"Hey. You."

I'd just lit my cigarette and taken my first drag when a familiar voice came from over by the door.

At first, I assumed it would be Gabe or Biff, seeing as I'd just spotted them making out furiously by the restroom doors, so I blinked in surprise when I saw Rafe weaving unsteadily toward me. He'd seemed determined to ignore me all night, so I'd left him alone once we got to the bar, but now he had, it appeared, sought me out.

And he was definitely three sheets to the wind.

And wearing a cap with a pair of tits on it.

My lips twitched around my cigarette. "Hey."

The covered seating area outside was empty save for us, but the music from the bar thudded faintly through the wall. String lights hung from the wooden beams above, casting a warm glow that slid over Rafe's pale skin, highlighting how sunken and tired his eyes looked.

And definitely well past the tipsy stage.

I couldn't blame him for letting loose. It'd been a long weekend for him, and I could see how exhausted he was. I'd been glad when he'd agreed to come out with us—he'd kind of been isolating himself at work—but now I was wondering if it would've been better if he'd just gone straight home to sleep.

I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall and smoking my cigarette as I watched him approach. He seemed to misjudge the distance, because he didn't stop, stumbling forward until he crashed into my front. I reflexively looped an arm around his waist to steady him, his hands landing on my shoulders for balance.

"You okay there?" I asked, smirking as I glanced at the tits on his head. "Nice hat."

"Huh?" He blinked up at me, his eyes slightly out of sync.

I chuckled, taking a drag of my cigarette and angling my head away from him to exhale the stream of smoke. "Having fun?"

I'd been watching him in there, loosening up with Lark before inserting himself into the group of Chris' buddies. Hadn't overly liked seeing him dancing with that big centaur guy for some reason I didn't want to think too deeply about, but at least he was enjoying himself.

Rafe seemed to make an effort not to enjoy himself a lot of the time. Didn't understand it myself. I loved enjoying life—all parts of it, especially the pleasurable parts.

He ignored my question. Was too busy staring at my mouth with hazy eyes as his fingers twitched on my shoulders.

"You and Vince seem close," he slurred.

My brow rose. "I guess we are."

His lips pursed, making his medusa piercing wink. After a long pause, he blurted, "Larkin said you had a foursome with Vince and Gabe and Biff."

I stared down at him in stunned silence as I processed that, then burst out laughing. "He said what?"

A blush rose in Rafe's cheeks, but he glared at me. I chuckled, eyeing him with amusement. Even when drunk, he was still a surly little kitten.

Cute.

"He said he heard that you'd had a foursome. With Gabe and Biff. And Vince ."

Still chuckling, I shook my head and took another drag. "I've never had a foursome with Gabe and Biff and Vince."

"What about a threesome?"

"Nope." I smirked. "Not with them, anyway."

"What about just Vince?"

I eyed him oddly. "You got something against Vince?"

Rafe's glare intensified. "No. He seems fine. So you have then?"

My mouth twitched. Just to fuck with him, I innocently asked, "Have what?"

His jaw clenched. "You're so annoying."

Chuckling, I took another drag and grinned at him, smoke seeping out from between my teeth. "I've never slept with Vince either. Not that it's any of your business, neighbour."

That seemed to chasten him, and he flushed as he looked away.

"Why do you care, anyway?" I asked, genuinely interested in the answer.

That cute little scowl returned as he glared up at me. "I don't."

I smirked. "Uh-huh."

"I don't ," he repeated, then huffed. "Whatever. I just came outside to tell you something. But now maybe I won't."

He was still pressed up against me, and he made no move to step back and create some distance. I didn't mind it in the slightest.

"Aw, really?" I asked teasingly. I flexed my fingers on his lower back and his breath caught. "But I wanna know."

His eyes drifted down to my mouth and lingered for a moment before he returned his gaze to mine. "Do you?"

"Course I do, handsome." I smirked at him.

Because the tits on his head were a little distracting, I reached up and twisted his cap so it sat backwards. My mouth twitched when I saw the words Boob Inspector stitched into the fabric above the closure, but I decided not to tell him and ruin the moment.

Rafe's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and my gut tightened when I saw the flash of a piercing again. He leaned in a little closer, and then his hands slid up my shoulders before he wrapped his arms around my neck.

My brows rose in surprise, but I didn't protest. Definitely wasn't gonna do that. His lithe, narrow frame felt good pressed up against me. His cool breaths whispered over my neck as he brought his face closer to mine.

"I saw you," he murmured into my ear, low and raspy.

I could already guess where this was going, but decided to play dumb. "Saw me where?"

"Through your window." He moved his head back to look at me, and my blood started pumping a little faster when his teeth sank briefly into his lower lip. Even drunk and tired, he was still so pretty. "When you were…"

"When I was what?" I took a final drag of my cigarette and flicked the butt away.

He exhaled in a rush, and my gut tightened when I felt a twitch against my thigh.

"Sucking your own dick." A blush rose in his cheeks when he said it, but he was back to staring at my mouth.

I grinned slowly, my fingers flexing against his lower back. "Did you like it?"

He nodded, blinking lazily. "Made me come."

My grin widened. My voice had grown deeper and huskier when I asked, "Oh yeah? You got yourself off to it?"

"I stopped watching when I realised what you were doing, but… ended up humping my mattress 'cause I couldn't stop picturing it." He blinked again, slowly lifting his gaze to mine. "Probably shouldn't have told you that."

"Oh no," I rushed to reassure him, because my dick was firming up as I pictured Rafe grinding his cock against his mattress. Shit, I wanted to see that. "I'm into it. That's hot."

"And I watched you the next night, too," he continued, breaths shallowing. "And the night after that. I kept watching. Probably shouldn't have. Sorry."

Did he honestly think I was surprised by this? "That's okay, kitten."

It was what I'd been aiming for. I'd wanted him to watch.

He blinked and began to frown at me, no doubt for the little pet name I'd let slip, but seemed to get distracted when my tongue swiped over my lips. His already heavy eyes grew even more hooded, and then I felt his fingers thread through my hair.

I tensed, holding perfectly still, my scalp tingling with pleasure.

"You're so annoying," he breathed, which made me freeze in surprise for a second before I laughed.

"Yeah?"

He nodded, and his face ended up a little closer by the end of it. "You annoy the shit out of me, but…"

"But you like watching me suck my own dick?" I asked with a sly smile.

He nodded again, his eyes a little unfocused as he inched even closer until his breath ghosted over my jaw. "You just… look like you're really good at it."

I smirked. "I am."

"I can't stop thinking about it."

My nuts tingled at the admission. My fingers tightened on his back, and I tensed when I felt his mouth brush against my jaw.

"Ewen…"

"Yeah?" I answered, my voice a little strangled.

He didn't reply, just turned his head slightly so the tip of his nose trailed over my cheek. My pulse leaped when his lips hit the corner of my mouth, his intention unfailingly clear.

Then I smelled the alcohol on his breath, and my stomach plummeted.

Shit. He was drunk.

I quickly tilted my face away and leaned back a little, looking down at him with an easy smile so this hopefully didn't get too unbearably awkward too quick.

Because it was going to get awkward. It was Rafe.

Guilt twisted my gut as he blinked hard, then stiffened before hastily yanking his arms free from around my neck. Fuck. I shouldn't have let this get that far.

He went to step back too quickly, so I tightened my arm around his waist to keep him from stumbling. My brows drew into a frown when he swayed and rubbed his face, suddenly looking kind of fragile in a way that made my chest tighten.

I knew he'd had a fair amount to drink, but he was a ghoul—ghouls could handle a hell of a lot more than most other species. I'd once witnessed Vince slam ten shots in a row then do a backflip off a six-foot-high wall and land perfectly on his feet.

I eyed Rafe with concern, noting how utterly exhausted he looked, his face drawn and sallow.

"Have you eaten?" I asked with a frown.

"Huh?"

"Food, Rafe. When did you last eat?" I tried to tuck the hair hanging in his face behind his ear, and he swatted irritably at my hand.

"Uh… I dunno. This morning."

I sighed. Well, that explained it.

Tugging him tighter into my side, I started leading us toward the door. "I'm taking you home. You need to eat and sleep. And take some aspirin."

"No, I'm fine." He attempted to glare at me, but his eyes drifted a little. "And you can't drive anyway. You've been drinking."

"Nope. Had one beer before switching to water. I was planning on driving home."

And I'd been planning to offer Rafe a ride anyway.

He snorted, leaning heavily into my side. "So for once, I'm the d-bag ruining your night?"

I chuckled. "Guess so, neighbour."