Chapter 33 Jed #2
Shane and Shelby are dancing together. Dancing ridiculously.
The moment they hit the floor, they let their freak fly.
Dropping it to the floor. Shimmying back and forth.
Shane twerking on Shelby. At one point, they were doing this little bop from side to side where they alternated who went left and who went right.
I’m not sure I’ve heard that much laughter come from a dance floor before. My lips have been tugged up in a smile all night. It’d be impossible for them to go in any other direction.
“I don’t know. They’re having so much fun. I hate to interrupt.”
Paulie hums knowingly. A hum that has my neck prickling.
“What’s that for?” I say, eyes not leaving Shane.
“Frankie’s not dancing with Maddy anymore.”
“So…” The word falls away as Frankie inserts himself between Shane and Shelby. Shelby sways to the music on Frankie’s right side, while the majority of Shane ends up pressed to Frankie’s chest. He pulls Shane in tight, and Shane grinds into him. Something dangerous rumbles through my throat.
Paulie chuckles. “Change your mind yet?”
The minute Frankie’s mouth moves to Shane’s neck, I’m out of my chair. Easton had it right. Nope. Nope. Fucking nope.
Shane tips his head back and laughs at whatever Frankie said. But it’s cut off when I grab him, spin him, and lock his back to my chest.
“Mine,” I growl into his ear, my gaze boring into Frankie’s.
Shane shivers, and Frankie just winks at me. I think Frankie enjoys ruffling feathers. He’s already slinking back into the crush of bodies on the dance floor, and before I can blink, he’s got men on his back and front. He’s a magnet.
Shane cranes his head to look up at me, his smile wide and lazy. His cheeks are flushed, eyes bright. He’s having so much fun. I knew he’d love this scene.
“He was just messin’, JJ,” he assures. “He literally said, How caveman do you think Stone is going to turn when he sees me whispering in your ear?”
I grip his hips and gently turn him, sliding a thigh between his, so we can casually grind while I get to see his beautiful face. I tug softly on his scarf. It’s wrapped around his head and tied on the side, the end trailing down to his pec.
“You two are instigators.” My lips are back to smiling. Caveman moment is over now that I have my man safely in my arms.
His smile widens, neon lights reflecting off those pearly whites.
“Can you blame a guy? You are hawt when you go caveman.” His smile fades away, and his gaze heats.
He bites his lip and runs his palms over my chest, thumb catching on my piercing.
“You were taking too long,” he murmurs. “Had to do something to get you out here.”
A satisfied purr vibrates through my chest. My hands slide over to cup his ass. “I was enjoying the view.”
He bounces up and down, eyes back to glowing. “You like? Aren’t they the bomb? The moment I saw them, I fell in love. Frankie said I can keep them. They are so my vibe.” He leans back and stares lovingly at his shorts. “Such adorable little popsicles.”
Dear God. He’s so fucking cute. My chaotic puppy.
“Very you.” My laughter shakes through my words. “I can honestly say I would not be surprised to find you wearing these out in public on a random day of the week.”
His brow turns serious, and he nods. “Oh, for sure. Totally would rock these at the beach and boardwalk. Have you seen my thighs? If you got it, flaunt it, bro.”
I chuck him under the chin. “Totally, bro,” I whisper.
The flush on his cheeks deepens, and his gaze skitters away.
I’m not sure why. Maybe the fondness in my voice was too much.
Maybe the way I’m feeling about him is too obvious and too soon.
Or maybe…maybe he’s so unused to appreciation, to affection, he doesn’t know how to act when he finally receives it.
I guide him to turn so his back is to my chest, his ass settling into my hips. I kiss up his neck. Inhale. Citrus and sweat. My dick thickens. He’s like a drug. I can’t get enough. I want more. Every day I want more than the day before.
We grind in rhythm to the electronic beat, his head lolling on my shoulder.
I slide the backs of my fingers up his bare torso, give him an encouraging nudge to lift his arm.
He does, slips it up and hooks it behind my neck.
My fingers follow up the underside of his arm, and he squirms, a small laugh bursting from him.
I nuzzle into his neck and sink my fingers into his hip.
There’s no denying what’s behind my hold. Possession.
And then I finally do what I’ve been dying to do all night. I wrap my other hand around that tempting rainbow scarf, yank his head back, and claim that sexy mouth.
Mine.
He melts into me, our hips moving in tandem.
I slip my hand a little lower. Splay my fingers.
I brush against where he’s firming up. Those little shorts don’t hide anything.
I pull him back into me more, encourage him to gyrate those hips like I know he can.
I’m rewarded with the sexiest grind of his strong glutes against my dick. Damn, the man can move his ass.
The bass shakes through my chest, my pulse syncing with the music. I’m nothing but a whirl of sound and a blur of rainbow light. It flashes against my closed eyelids, heightens each roll of his tongue against mine. He’s a hint of tequila and lime, topped with a trace of salt.
My own little shot of Shane.
And I have to say, I want to drink him all night.
Until I’m drunk on him.
Or maybe I’ve been drunk on him all along.