Page 58 of Set the Moment
And Georgia does just that, whispering and rushing me out of the apartment like we’re in a spy movie, moving stealthily and carefully.
By the time I’m outside, I’m running to the familiar green Aston Martin in the lot. The car’s owner stands outside, leaning against the hood of the car, eyes wide.
“You look—”
“I missed you so much!” I squeal, hugging the car's hood. After riding as a backpack on a Ducati for the better part of the day before Jace had to go to hockey practice yesterday, let’s just say that I’m never wishing to be a backpack again.
“Wow, Sienna! I missed you, too, here’s some sugar!” the asshole mocks sarcastically, kissing the air.
I flip him the bird, scrunching my face. “Ha-ha…very funny.”
Jace blows an air kiss to me, humoring himself as he opens the door for me. His crisp, clean scent is intoxicating as he leans across me after I get in the car. My breath hitches and the air around us grows thick with tension as he buckles my seatbelt.
Our eyes lock. I drown in his mossy orbs and my breathing slows. Jace has the type of face that artists dream about. It’s masculine beauty in its rawest form, and being this close to him, I can see everything from his long, dark lashes to the small splattering of light brown freckles decorating his nose and cheeks.
My eyes track as his lip quirks, smirking slightly.
“I could’ve done it myself,” I say, trying and failing to add some bite to my tone. Instead, my words are breathless and lacking in punch as he breaks out in a full blown grin.
Dear God…
“Sure you could’ve, but I wanted to,” he says simply before getting in the car himself, pulling us out of my complex's parking lot.
Jace’s hand rests on my thigh, his thumb swirling small circles on my naked flesh as I get comfortable in the seat. Soft R&B plays on the aux, lulling me into a comfortable bliss.
“ARE YOU READY TO GET FUCKED UP?!”
My body is jolted out of its quick slumber as Jace yells along to whatever fucking EDM artist he likes. He pumps his fist, chewing his bottom lip in a weirdbromove as he pulls up outside of a packed neighborhood block.
It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings, but when they do, I smile.
There’s nothing but drunk college kids, dudes in togas, and red and white streamers everywhere.
“Are we?" I furrow my brows looking over at Jace, jumping slightly when I realized he’d already been looking my way.
“At the Nolince U Omega chapter about to get fucked up? Yes. Let’s go, hot stuff.”
Jace holds my hand, guiding me through the packed Nolince U frat house. I grip his hand a little tighter as he leads me through to an empty space in the house's living room, coughing a bit as someone blows blue raspberry flavored smoke my way. Jace squeezes my hand, smiling as he pulls me into him by my waist.
“What number on the list are we doing?” I ask, shouting over the loud music blaring in the house.
“Six and eight, but don’t worry, gorgeous, I’m on angel protection all night.” He grins, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as he walks us to the kitchen. I watch, standing next to him as he makes us some drinks.
Jace’s arms are on full display tonight, and my mouth waters at the sight of his thick veins popping up from his skin. He senses my obvious perusal of him and grins, holding out a cup to me. “Cheers. To getting blacked out.”
“To getting blacked out.” I nod.
We move back to the living room, finding a small space in the corner and take shot after shot—or I do, at least. Jace sticks to a singular shot of tequila, but I’ve had about six or seven.
Rap music plays on the house's speakers, and everyone in the party seems to be enjoying themselves even as the songs change to a more sensual vibe. My pulse quickens as Jace wraps his arms around my waist, perching on the dip above my ass.
He smiles down at me, our faces close as we grind against one another, getting lost in each other's bodies. I’m warm from all the shots I’ve taken, and I’m nowhere near done. Even though the house is crowded with people, it feels like we’re alone as we dance against one another.
I don’t know when, or how our positions changed, but my back is to Jace’s hard chest now. The music is fast yetjustthe vibe needed for me to grind against him. My pussy clenches around nothing as Jace hardens behind me. If you were wondering—the answer is yes. It’s huge. My breathing quickens as he grips my hips, grinding into me in tandem with my dancing.
His hands roam freely against my body, sending goosebumps and chills all over me. As I grind deeper against him, I throw an arm over his shoulder, pulling him closer.
Jace chuckles softly, almost inaudibly as he holds me against him, his hands on my stomach. My smile is lazy as he cups my chin, tilting my head up to his, melting his lips against mine.
