Chapter 28 Shane
TWENTY-EIGHT
SHANE
Jed pulls his Range Rover into the driveway of Nebiolo’s brother’s townhouse. Paulie and Easton are out of the car before it’s even rolled to a stop.
“Shit, remembered—Have to hurry—”
“Say bye to Stone for us, Michaels!”
The car doors slam, and with that, Jed and I are alone, my ridiculous roommates disappearing inside the front door.
“They’re really embarrassing,” I say awkwardly. “I don’t know why I’m friends with them.”
His deep chuckle rumbles through the car, through my ribcage and settles in my chest. A soft, soothing vibration.
Pauls and East have taken Operation Save a Surfboard way too seriously. Those two trying to push us together are so damn obvious. At this point, Jed and I would be better off if we started hooking up again to get them to stop.
There’s an idea.
No. Stop it, Shane.
I gnaw on my lip and turn to him. “I’m sorry, Jed.” The last thing I want is for him to feel pressured. I do appreciate my friends’ support, but they’re laying it on a bit thick.
“Don’t be.” He shakes his head quickly. “They’re good friends.”
They are. I’m so fucking lucky to have them.
He studies me, his face half in shadow, half lit by our outdoor lights.
“I didn’t doubt you when you said they wouldn’t be trouble.
But this just proves how right you were.
Their”—he does air quotes—“encouragement is refreshing in a way. Usually, you have to worry about people being uncomfortable with you dating another man, even those who say they’re okay with it.
Some people prefer that we keep our queerness behind closed doors.
I’m happy you have such a supportive network. ”
“Me too.”
Not all that surprising considering we’re all queer except for Paulie, but Jed doesn’t know that, and it’s not my place to say. Frankie is out and proud, though, so maybe that will help ease some of Jed’s worries about us.
“Paulie’s older brother, the one who rents the townhouse, is gay. Definitely a safe space here.” A chuckle slips from me, and I run a finger over the dashboard. “Frankie actually offered to teach me the ways of the gays when I came out as bi.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” Jed says tightly.
My gaze snaps to him and traces his flat lips. Huh. “Yeah. Frankie’s hot, don’t get me wrong.” A muscle in his cheek tics. “But I was kind of hung up on someone else.”
“So, if not for this someone else, you’d go there?”
I narrow my eyes at him. If I had to guess, I’d say Jed Stone Jr. is jealous over me right now. But that doesn’t make sense. I’m no one to get jealous over.
“I don’t know,” I say slowly. “Isn’t that against bro-code? You don’t fuck your best friend’s brother.”
“Technically, you shouldn’t have sex with your teammate either.”
He’s got me there. But that’s where the difference lies. Frankie’s not worth the risk of breaking any of those rules. Jed, though…
“Some people are worth the risk,” I say. And maybe it’s too forward to admit this, but when have I ever held back? “You’re worth it. I’m a little afraid of how far I’d go just to be with you again.”
His curse slices through the car. “You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
I think I might be. His fists are balled in his lap, and even in jeans, I can tell his thighs are clenched tight.
“Would you…if there were no barriers, I mean. Would you want to go there again?”
A short laugh bursts from him, and I jump at the abrupt sound. “Are you serious, Shane? It’s been taking every ounce of control I have not to go there again. And that’s with a million reasons why I shouldn’t constantly circling through my mind. Compelling reasons.”
His head falls back, and his eyes slip shut, a pained grimace on his face. The lights reflect off his neck, stretched back, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m finding it very hard to care about them.” His whisper floats around us.
I draw it in. That’s all the encouragement I need. I lean over the center console and press a soft kiss to that tempting skin. He startles at first, but one more kiss, and he melts into his seat with a shaky exhale.
I work my way to the hinge of his jaw, scrape my teeth lightly over it.
A soft sound rumbles from deep in his throat.
I gently rub my cheek against his rough stubble, and my eyes flutter shut as goosebumps roll over my skin.
My forehead drops, my mouth hovering just below his ear.
And I breathe. God, he smells so fucking good.
The scent of his aftershave is so strong here.
Cloves and cinnamon. Damnit. He smells like fall.
I love fall. Fall lumberjack. I think I’d like to see him in flannel.
I settle a hand on his chest. A chest that’s rising and falling like waves after a storm.
I brush my nose along his jawline and pull back.
And wait. He still hasn’t moved. His knuckles are white, his fists clenched tight.
My insides somehow pull even tighter. It’s like they’re being put through a compactor.
I put what I want on the table. His move now.
Slowly, he turns to me, dark eyes smoldering with something so damn heady. They swallow me. They say everything.
Admit everything.
We move at the same time.
Our mouths crash together. Hard. Fast. The minute his strong tongue glides against mine, a moan tears from me.
I kiss him harder, snaking a hand around him and diving into his soft hair.
He fists my shirt, and the fabric stretches tight over my skin, pulling me toward him.
Constricting. Demanding. Like I’m his to do what he wants with.
My dick jerks. Hell fucking yes, I like the thought of that.
I need more. I’m so eager, I’ve got one knee on my seat and am practically in his lap.
I wriggle to get closer—and lose my balance.
My yelp is muffled by our mouths just before the world tilts.
Strong hands somehow catch me before my head slams into his window.
I groan and let my temple thunk softly against the door.
Now his console is pressing uncomfortably into my side, and I’m bending in all the wrong ways.
An amused grin tries to break loose on his face. He glances over his shoulder. “Ah… The backseat isn’t the biggest, but—”
“Meet you back there!”
There is literally nothing getting in my way of hooking up with Jed again.
I push off his lap and somehow manage to scramble through the front row seats and flop onto the bench row.
A moment later, Jed slides in next to me—having used the door like a normal adult.
I survey our space quickly, and yeah, there’s not much to work with here.
And jeans don’t make this any easier. But I can make do. I will.
I shove and pull at him until he’s leaning against the door, one leg stretched out along the bench, the other planted on the floor.
He’s spread open for me, wide fucking open.
His steely eyes glimmer beneath heavy lids, an amused curve to his lips.
Laughter and lust. It’s a really good look for him.
I lick my lips, then swallow thickly. “Undo your jeans, JJ.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just watches, his hand inching toward his waistband. So close.
The teeth of the zipper scrape through the silence.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears.
So close.
So close.
I help him shuffle them down as much as his position will allow.
His dick presses insistently against his white boxers.
It’s too dark, and I can’t see nearly enough.
I punch the overhead light. It’s not terribly bright, but it’s e-fucking-nough.
I whimper. I didn’t realize all the benefits of white underwear.
Like the fact that I can see a hint of his cock through the thin fabric.
“I want,” I say huskily.
His breath hitches, gaze not leaving mine as he shoves the band of his boxers down. His dick springs free.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
I wrap my hand around him, and he lets out a hiss.
I revel in the slide of his foreskin over his rock-hard dick.
Uncut dicks are fascinating. I didn’t know what to do with it the first time I gave him a hand job.
Then I realized I think I’m jealous he has this glorious foreskin that glides over his dick like a pleasure scarf.
His thighs clench, and he thrusts into me, his breaths bouncing off the car interior. I glance up and catch him watching me. Not my hand on his dick. Me. My heart stumbles, and my fist tightens.
Which pulls the sexiest grunt from him, and it’s game over. Game. Fucking. Over.
Patience, restraint, waiting? Nope. Nope, nope, and more nope. I dive on him.
I swallow him with the goal of the messiest blowjob known to man. I want him in the back of my throat yesterday. It’s uncoordinated, and my body’s stretched awkwardly, but I give literally zero fucks. Actually, I guess technically I am giving a fuck.
I moan around him and slide deeper. My mouth is stretched so goddamned wide. I can’t take him that far because he’s just too fucking big. That, and this is only my second time doing this. But Shane Michaels always brings one-hundred-and-ten percent.
I bob up and down on him, my body straining to stay balanced. My hand slips, and my muffled yell vibrates through my chest. Jed catches me before I literally end up with him in the back of my throat.
His hoarse laugh fills the car. “Easy, Sunshine.”
I regain my balance, hand planted at his hip, and smile sheepishly up at him as heat slaps my cheeks. Way to go, Shane-O. That’s twice now I’ve made a complete fool of myself.
“So eager,” he whispers and dusts his knuckles over my dimple.
I almost come right then.
“It’s not going to take much for me,” he says, voice rough. He grips his base, holding his glistening, swollen dick steady for me. “Short and fast, suck hard. Don’t kill yourself.”
“As my shortstop commands.” I wink.
His chuckle morphs into a moan as I do exactly as I’m told. Because I’m a good boy like that.
Jed fists my hair and each subtle lance of pain goes straight to my dick.
I give him the best suction I can, cheeks hollowing as I bob up and down on him.
My brain is spinning. From the sinful noises coming from him.
From each burst of salty flavor on my tongue. From the burning stretch of my mouth.
I rock my hips, my body desperate for its own friction. My dick aches, pleasure pulsing through my shaft. My cock brushes against the edge of the bench, and I moan. Oh God. Yup. That’s definitely going to be enough. I’m totally coming in my pants tonight.
“Fuck, Shane. Are you fucking my Range Rover right now?”
I rock against the seat harder and slide my tongue along the underside of his dick. A strangled noise rips from him, and I’m rewarded with more precum that sends a bolt of lust to my groin.
“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” he pants. “Nngh. Fuck. You going to come with my dick down your throat?”
Pressure coils at the base of my spine, and I moan around him. My fingers dig into his thigh, and I take him that little bit deeper. He swells in my mouth.
“Shit. Shane,” he pants. “I’m going to—”
I sink as low as I can and open my throat.
I haven’t had a chance to try this yet, and you better believe I’m going to beer bong his load like a fucking champ.
He pulses, and in the next second, I’m hit with his release.
I swallow it down, and holy shit, this is the sexiest feeling I’ve ever experienced.
His choked cries surround us, hand fisting my hair while his cum fills my throat and mouth.
His pleasure is literally coming at me from everywhere.
Streaks of pleasure zip down my spine as I take all of him.
I roll my hips against the seat, my movements jerky and erratic.
I’m barreling toward the finish line with no hope of stopping it.
I sink into it and let it consume me. My orgasm slams into me, and I’m gone.
Catapulted to a place of pure bliss. I pop off him, burying my sob into his groin as my body is wracked with shudders.
Fingers drift softly through my hair, sending waves of aftershocks through me.
I slowly come back down, the occasional tremor shaking my frame as I pant in his lap.
When my arms can finally support my weight, I push off him and stiffly rearrange myself until I’m sitting on the edge of the bench seat.
I wince as my release slides around inside my boxers.
Jed groans, and I glance at him. His teeth are making a divot in his bottom lip, his stare locked on my groin. “Sexy as fuck. I just wish you were forced to walk around like that for the rest of the day. With the reminder of who did that to you.”
My mouth pops open in a silent wow. That’s…that’s wow. His dark chuckle sends a shiver rippling over me.
“Someone likes that idea.”
I nod because I can’t word right now. It’s so fucking primal. Like I’m Jed’s to use. And yeah, I think I really fucking dig that. I want him to use me in all the ways. Just put a collar on me and call me his puppy.
He tucks himself away, and I watch longingly. That was over way too fast. It wasn’t enough. It took the edge off, but I need more.
I look up and catch mirth dancing in his eyes. Nerves rattle my insides, and it must show on my face because his smile fades.
“So, what happens now?” I ask hesitantly. “Was this another one-time thing? A slip-up?”
His amusement shifts into something soft. “Not a slip-up, Shane. It’s never been a mistake. You’ve never been a mistake.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “I…I can’t stay away from you,” he says hoarsely.
My chest puffs out, and he rolls his eyes.
“Calm down, puppy,” he says.
But nope. I pounce on him. He admitted he can’t resist me, and I’m basking in that fact.
His deep chuckle swirls around us. “Down, boy,” he jokes. So I lick his cheek, and he dissolves into laughter. “My God,” he says between gasps. “You really are like a dog.”
I pull back and grin at him. “I mean, I did just hump your car.”
“Touché.”
I give the poor man a moment to recover and climb off him. I really should go inside—Paulie and Easton are going to have no doubts about what we were doing out here.
I pop the door open. “See you tomorrow, Storm Cloud.”
“Looking forward to it, Sunshine.”
And that simple statement lights me up. I hop out of the car.
“Oh, and, Shane?”
I pause, my hand on the door.
“Be a good boy and send me a picture of the mess you made when you get to your room.”
A thrill rushes through me. I throw him a wink. “Oh, I’ll be the goodest boy, JJ.”
I shut the door and head into the house, a wicked smile curling my lips.