Chapter 15 Shane
SHANE
The mood of the party is shifting now that it’s getting late and people’s inhibitions are being stripped away by the many offerings not just in the favor room, but also the bar.
People are high and horny, and a quick glance around makes it clear why the no-phones rule is a thing.
The dance area is packed with couples, and even a few groups, who are enjoying the relative cover of darkness to grope and grind to the music, and the sitting area is a mix between couples, and one threesome of girls that I can see, who are indulging in some exhibitionism and doing everything from dry humping and making out to full-on sex, just with less nudity than if they were alone.
Is this one of the ways the Kings gather blackmail on people? I’ve been to plenty of these parties over the years, but getting my freak on in public has never been my thing, so at least that worked in my favor.
“Shane!”
The enthusiastic voice at my side comes a second before someone grabs my arm hard enough that my drink sloshes around in my glass and almost spills over the side.
I flick my gaze to the owner of the hand still clamped around my arm to find Courtney standing beside me.
“Hi!” She gives me a big, beaming smile. “Whatcha doing over here all by yourself?”
“Just taking a breather.” I lift my glass to show it to her, like that somehow proves what I just said.
She giggles and strokes her hand up and down my arm. “Wanna dance?”
Her eyes are red and a bit glassy, but it’s the giant pupils completely taking over her iris and the distinct stains of red painting her cheeks, neck, and chest that tell me she’s not just drunk, and whatever she took is kicking in.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a prickle of awareness dances up my spine, and I instinctively glance at the main door just as it swings open and Jace walks in.
Jesus Christ, it’s criminal how good he looks.
It isn’t just the perfectly fitted pants that hug his thick legs and full ass like a second skin, or the black shirt that shows off his incredible arms and make his tattoos pop under the lights.
It isn’t even his model-perfect hair or his insane bone structure; it’s how he carries himself that sets him apart from literally every other person I’ve ever seen.
He’s confident and cocky, and his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude gives him an air of danger to go along with his physical perfection.
I quickly tear my gaze from him and return it to Courtney, who’s still petting my arm like it’s a kitten.
“Dance?” she asks again.
I give her a quick nod and shoot back the rest of my drink.
She beams a big smile at me as I put my empty glass on a nearby table, and she practically skips along beside me as I lead her to the dance area and over to an open spot near the edge of the crowd.
She immediately wraps her arms around me and presses her soft body against mine. I hold her close, and we start swaying to the music as the song shifts from a sappy pop song to a sultry metalcore remix.
Everything about the moment feels wrong. She’s too petite, too delicate in my arms, and the press of her soft breasts against my chest and her smooth curves under my hands feel strange instead of familiar.
At least dancing gives me an excuse to keep a closer eye on Ben since he’s spent the last twenty minutes dirty dancing with one of Courtney’s friends about six feet to our left.
The scratch of nails down my back sends a shiver through me, and not in a good way, and I almost let out a sigh of relief when Courtney spins so her back is pressed against my front. I wrap one arm around her waist as she leans back against me, her ass rubbing against my cock in a deliberate glide.
The friction feels good, even if the moment feels wrong, and I close my eyes as little waves of pleasure wash over me and my cock goes half hard.
Courtney stiffens in my arms, and I open my eyes in time to see her grab Jace’s bicep as he squeezes past us.
“Dance with us,” Courtney insists excitedly when he pauses.
A smirk lifts the corner of Jace’s lips, and my mouth goes dry when he steps in front of her and seamlessly starts moving with us, one of his hands on her hip, and the other on mine.
Courtney leans against me as the three of us move together, but because she’s almost a full head shorter than us, I’m eye to eye with Jace while she enjoys being the meat in our frat boy sandwich.
That damn smirk is still tilting the side of his mouth, but it’s the look in his eyes that’s making it hard to breathe. It’s full of the heat I’m used to seeing from him, but there’s something dark and wild under it that makes my half-hard dick perk all the way up.
Courtney giggles between us and presses back against my cock, and I let out a soft moan at the friction.
Something flares in Jace’s eyes, and I have to bite my lip so I don’t moan again just from how he’s looking at me.
Time and space seem to melt away as we dance together, and even though the only place Jace is actually touching me is his hand on my hip and his stomach pressing against the arm I still have wrapped around Courtney’s waist, I feel every sway of his hips and grind of his body against hers like he’s doing it to me and we don’t have a buffer between us.
One song melts into two, then three, and I’m rock hard and aching by the time Courtney stops dancing and fans herself with her hand.
“Whew.” She looks between us with glassy eyes. “Wanna get out of here and have some real fun?”
Jace lets out an easy laugh and catches her hand so he can raise it to his lips. “Tempting, darlin’,” he drawls and presses a kiss against her knuckles. “But you know my rules. And I don’t think Shane’s all that interested in someone who looks like me, if you know what I mean.”
She giggles and runs her hand down his front. “What’s that saying? It’s not gay if you don’t cross swords.”
Jace gives her a sexy smirk and leans down to whisper something in her ear. The music is too loud to let me hear what it is, and I don’t like the flare of jealousy that curls around in my chest at being left out.
Before I can get too lost in my jealousy, Jace stops whispering sweet nothings to her, and I feel a whole different sensation in my stomach when his eyes meet mine and the look in them shifts from his usual cocky playboy to something dark and way too hot.
Courtney starts dancing again as Jace steps back from us, and I go on high alert as he skirts past us, his body warm as it presses against my side. That move finally breaks through my stupor, and I remember why we’re at the party in the first place.
There’s a slight tickle at my back, and I make sure I don’t react when he slips Ben’s card in my back pocket as he passes me.
“Keep dancing,” Jace says, his low voice filling my ear through the earpiece he obviously unmuted. “And act natural.”
I can’t exactly answer him without looking suspicious as hell, so instead I do as he says and covertly look around until I spot him standing against the wall about twenty feet from us.
“Did you like dancing with me?” he asks. “Imagine how much better it would have been without Court between us. Can you picture it? I bet you’re hard right now.”
I shoot him a dirty look, but he just grins.
“Would it help to know that I’m hard too?”
I try to focus on dancing and not picture Jace’s dick and how hard it is.
“Want to know what I was thinking about when we were dancing?”
I slide my gaze to his, forgetting all about acting normal, and move on autopilot as I try to keep my focus on what I’m doing and not on Jace and his dirty talk.
Thank fuck Courtney is too high to notice my distraction, or how I couldn’t keep my eyes off Jace when we were dancing together.
“I was thinking about how hot it would be to dance with you,” he says in that sexy rasp that’s going to be the death of me tonight. “How I’d get you all worked up in front of everyone until you’re out of your mind with need. Then, I’d bring you to the bathroom and shove you against the wall.”
My cock throbs and pulses against Courtney’s back, and I bite my lip so I don’t start moaning like the slut I apparently am.
“Want to know what I’d do next?”
I flick my gaze to his, and his heated grin sends another pulse of need through me.
“I’d pull your pants down and kneel in front of you. You’d be so hard and wet for me, and I’d swallow all of you down so I can taste you again.”
Another pulse of desire tightens my chest, and I close my eyes as I let Jace’s words wash over me.
“When you’re desperate and ready to come for me, I’d stop. And you know why?”
I shake my head, not in an obvious way, but enough to let him know I want to hear more.
“Because I don’t want you to come that way.
Not until my cock is buried deep inside your perfect ass.
” He lets out a low rumble that I feel through my entire body.
“Do you want that? To feel my cock inside you?” He chuckles softly, the sound rich and smooth and teasing.
“Yeah, you want that. You know who that ass belongs to.”
Something about his words, and the way he says them, sends another of those rushes through me.
I’ve never been into dirty talk or possessive crap like that, and it’s usually one of the best ways to turn me off, but not with Jace. I don’t just like it from him; I fucking love it, and there’s no point trying to pretend otherwise.
“Open your eyes, Shane. Look at me.”
I do as he says, and more of that pulsing need shoots through me as our eyes meet. We might be in the middle of a crowded party, but it’s like we’re the only two people in the world.
“Stop dancing with her.”
I pause my movements and let go of Courtney. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Thanks for the dances,” I tell her. “I need another breather.”
She gives me a curious look, then shrugs. “Okay, boomer.”
I chuckle. “Not sure you used that right,” I tell her as I step back and put some space between us.
“How about okay, buzzkill?” she asks with a grin.
“Better.”
She laughs and wanders off.