Chapter Four
Shane didn’t know why he was worried about Soren. He couldn’t recall anyone ever disliking the guy except Beau’s ex, Adan. Then it likely wasn’t hatred as much as Adan believing he was better than everyone else. Otherwise, Soren was also very chameleon-like. He fit with everyone. His self-deprecating humor seemed to be irresistible. The craziest part was, Shane honestly believed Soren didn’t realize he constantly talked down on himself to lift others up. Other people definitely didn’t notice. They only saw someone incredibly accepting and kind. Shane had been one of those people who only saw him that way before today. Now he couldn’t stop hearing every time Soren made himself lesser.
Anna’s cousin, Bronx, had been seated to Soren’s left. The clean-cut navy boy dominated Soren’s attention. Shane couldn’t hear what they talked about over Bronx’s nonstop obnoxious laughter. The longer the dinner dragged on, the drunker Shane got. He tried to smile each time anyone spoke to him or when Izzie looked his way. Otherwise, all he could do was toss back liquor and strain to hear what Bronx said to keep Soren so engrossed. He didn’t want to be enraged, but he was. Soren’s attention belonged to him. It was one thing for Soren to spend time with Kyson. But Shane was accustomed to Soren’s gaze being locked on him. Shane fucking hated this.
People stood, leaving their empty plates behind. “Thank fuck.” Shane kept the words under his breath, but Soren still eyed him as if he had heard. Everyone said their goodnights and headed for the elevator. Soren kept watching him. Concern etched his features. Shane wished that cooled his irritation. It didn’t. He had moved past reason. Soren was always so shy when Shane tried to touch him, yet he had laughed nonstop with another man all night. Why hadn’t he blushed with Bronx? That question burned all the way through their silent elevator ride.
Soren finally broke under the cloud of Shane’s bad mood. “Why are you mad at me? Did I embarrass you at dinner? I know I can be too loud sometimes. That’s why I try so hard to be quiet. I can be quieter tomorrow.” Soren made the claim just as Shane let them inside their room.
Shane snapped. He snatched Soren off his feet, holding him nose to nose. “Who told you you’re too loud? I’ll kill them.”
Instead of looking scared, as he should, there was a different emotion staring back at him. Shane’s knees weakened. Lust nearly took him down. Then Soren touched his lips to Shane’s—gently. Sweetly. There was nothing sweet about the things Shane wanted to do to Soren. A dark hunger lived in Shane. He had watched Soren for too long. Shane wouldn’t know peace again until he had him. He took control, kissing Soren the way he wanted. Shane didn’t hold back. He poured every ounce of hunger he felt into it. Shane changed his hold.
Soren wrapped his legs around Shane’s waist.
Shane squeezed Soren’s ass, massaging it as he headed for the bedroom. Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. He took Soren down on the bed much harder than intended. Shane heard the breath leave him on impact. Soren didn’t stop him. Shane kissed his way down Soren’s body, tearing at his clothes. Shane took off his shirt so Soren wouldn’t feel exposed. Even in his enraged and inebriated state, he understood the way Soren’s mind worked.
“Please?” The trembling plea had Shane slowing. He realized how violent he had become. Soren wasn’t used to this side of him—the side that had been hired by Beau Bosi. He moved back to Soren’s mouth, distracting him with kisses while undressing him. By the time he had them nude, sweat already coated his skin from the fight to go slow. Thankfully, he had dropped his bag next to the bed earlier, making it easier for him to grab the lube and a condom.
Soren looked turned on, yet terrified and also like he fought the urge to cover his body while Shane rolled the condom down his length.
Shane rolled to his back, bringing Soren with him. Soren looked more than a little surprised to find himself straddling Shane. Shane fought the urge to take what he wanted. “Don’t worry. You’re in control. We’ll go at your pace.”
His aroused flush turned beet red as Soren fumbled to position Shane’s cock against his asshole. Shane ground his back teeth, trying for a patience he didn’t possess. Soren’s discomfort made Shane realize something. He didn’t want to be in control. Soren needed Shane to take every decision from him. He felt right in those Little pajamas for a reason. This wasn’t him.
“I change my mind.” Shane grabbed Soren’s hips and impaled him.
Soren gasped.
Shane didn’t give him time to think. He rolled again, keeping Soren held in place as he worked on his angle. Only when Soren’s expression turned to bliss did Shane set his pace. God, he felt too good. Even the alcohol didn’t dampen the sensation. Soren was so much smaller than him. Everyone was, but still. Shane hadn’t been prepared for how this would fuck with his head. This ass was just one more thing to add to the list of what Shane couldn’t resist about him. He would always know now how perfect Soren felt on his dick.
Soren’s hands ran up Shane’s chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
Something fell away in Shane. He couldn’t explain it. No one had ever called him beautiful. He was big and rough. People compared him to a lumberjack quite a bit, but never beautiful. Shane’s pace slowed. He lowered himself onto his forearms so he could take the kiss he wanted. The air shifted. He felt too much and couldn’t stop. Soren’s fingertips dug into Shane’s shoulders. His breathing changed. Soren’s kiss turned desperate. Shane realized Soren’s cock was trapped between them in the perfect way. He had been so entranced, he had forgotten to think about anyone’s pleasure. Shane kept moving, rocking into Soren and following the sounds he made. The level at which he wanted Soren’s orgasm was off the charts. He needed it to happen.
Soren made an adorable sound. It vibrated around their entwined tongues. Then Shane forgot to breathe. Soren’s orgasm sent Shane careening over the edge. He couldn’t stop pounding Soren’s ass, savoring the way Soren’s body tried sucking him deeper. Rhythmic grunts burst from him as he rode out the powerful orgasm. He honestly wheezed for breath by the time the final wave passed. It might have been embarrassing if he could stop kissing Soren long enough for Soren to notice. He didn’t want their time to end. Shane worried—once their skin cooled—Soren would blush and run. So he didn’t let him cool. In fact, Shane vowed to keep him engrossed until the guy passed out from exhaustion. Only then would he rest. Tonight meant too much to him for embarrassment to ruin it. He needed this. It had been too long.
Soren wanted to sleep. He couldn’t stop staring at the wide expanse of shoulders of Shane on his side, dead to the world. He snored. A smile kept tugging at Soren’s lips at the sound. He couldn’t sleep even if someone knocked him over the head with a hammer. The entire past twenty-four hours had been surreal. For once, he had felt like he fit in completely. Then this. Even after the whole Shane forcing him to feel of his hard-on incident, Soren hadn’t dared to dream. Of course, Shane had been drunk. Soren’s smile fell. Maybe he should move to the couch.
With the tiniest of scooches, Soren inched toward the edge of the bed. Now that an intrusive thought had undermined him, he couldn’t let Shane wake up next to him—horrified. Soren wouldn’t survive that. He made it three inches before Shane’s massive arm shot out and hauled Soren against him again, snuggling him like a pillow. Soren bit back a huff. It didn’t seem he would get away.
One eye peeked open and focused on him. “Go to sleep.”
For some reason, that gruff demand had Soren’s smile returning. He knew Shane. Even if Shane regretted things, he wouldn’t show it. He wasn’t cruel like that. So Soren would just savor the moment of a fantasy come true. For the rest of his life, he would know this sexy man had lost control and fucked him. That was what it had been. This hadn’t been a seduction. Shane had taken him. Soren probably wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. He fought the urge to cover his face.
Shane’s mouth touched his ear and then his neck. The light kiss turned to sucking. Soren’s eyes fell closed and a stuttered breath escaped him. “I obviously didn’t do my job correctly with you.” Before Soren could ask what Shane meant, Shane’s huge body covered him. He continued sucking Soren’s neck as his hand found its way between their bodies. It didn’t take much coaxing for Soren to go hard. It was Shane. Soren had always wanted him. Always would.
With their cocks held together in one of Shane’s giant hands, Shane pleasured them. Shane kept his face buried against Soren’s throat, freeing Soren to openly enjoy every second. He writhed and moaned, becoming someone different. Someone brave and sexual. His hips lifted, chasing Shane’s hand. Everything felt different and new. He was in heaven. This time, when he blew, it was like the last drop of energy he possessed drained from him. He barely had any cum left to give. Soren was half asleep when Shane cleaned his skin. The knowing, prideful, and evil chuckle that brushed his ears didn’t bother him at all. Shane should pat himself on the back. Soren was too exhausted to care how he looked. He just wanted to sleep in Shane’s arms.