Page 9 of Jace 4Ever
Nelson’s arm was around my shoulders, but his fingers were dancing on the skin of my neck. The more he touched, the more my poor trapped dick twitched.
Noah pulled out a bottle from the little bar and brandished it. “Tequila!”
“That’s going to cost money if you open it,” I cautioned.
He leaned forward and looked at Chase. “Who’s paying for the limos?”
“Austin,” Chase answered.
Swinging his head around like a cartoon character, he stared at me. “See? Austin can afford a captive audience bottled of—” He blinked then looked at the label. “Ooh! Herradura! Nice!” He unscrewed the bottle.
“Jesus, he’s going to feel that,” Nelson mumbled.
Uriah groaned, “I’m going to feel it.”
“Because you’re gonna drink it,” Noah said and pushed the bottle into his hands. “Drink! Come on, big brother! Take a big drink!”
Uriah stared at the bottle and seemed to consider things, then took a huge draft off the amber liquid. He hiccupped, wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, and belched.
We collapsed into chuckles and by the time we were able to collect ourselves, the limo was pulling up in front of Austin’s place. Of course, he had a ridiculous apartment on Lexington. We all climbed out, Noah cradling his bottle, and caught up to the others standing in front of the door. Once we were all there, Austin led the way in.
“Do you have more booze?” Noah called.
Austin looked at him. “You’re cradling a bottle of nearly untouched tequila. Do you really need more?”
He hiccupped. “Yes.”
We all piled into the elevator and it started pinging loudly. Austin shoved Maddox out. “You fat asses. It can’t handle eighteen people!”
Nelson jerked me out, and I pulled Ora and Holland back with us. Grig rolled his eyes and walked out with us. The dinging stopped and the doors slid shut. Both Nelson and Maddox held up middle fingers to the group inside and we all cracked up laughing.
“Maddox fucking Jones,” Nelson said.
“Nelson fucking Powers,” Maddox answered, and they fist bumped, then bro-hugged. “I tried to get you away from this”—he grabbed me round my neck and pulled me close—“but you were too enthralled.”
I looked up at Doxx from my position. “Hey, superstar. I’d like to breathe.”
“Oh, sorry.” He was not contrite at all, and only let me go enough to allow me to breathe. “So, you like dudes?” Doxx cocked his head at Nelson.
Nelson removed Doxx’s arm from around me and pulled me over to him, against his chest. He leaned down and kissed me,hard.
It left me panting and gasping once he broke away. I was staring up at him, starry-eyed and fully hard, and he grinned at me. A moment later he looked over at Maddox and laughed. “Questions?”
“Ha!” Holland laughed as the other elevator arrived. “That was good. I liked that.”
“Yeah.” I exhaled slowly. “So did I.”
Grig made a noise in his throat as we all crowded into the elevator. Nelson turned me so my back was against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. He was warm and big…and hard.
Good God, I was losing my senses.
The elevator opened again a minute later, and everyone tumbled out of the car. Nelson grabbed my hand and we walked down the hall where Angela was waiting in the doorway for us.
They all stumbled ahead of us and into the apartment. Noah was already pouring shots in the kitchen and there was a lot of laughing and back slapping.
But Nelson held me back after Angela closed the door and walked by us. He looked around and pulled me down the hallway that didn’t lead into the kitchen. It was a long hall with a window at the end, looking out at the dark New York cityscape.
“Hey,” Taylor said, popping out of a room. “Bathroom is here. Drinks are there.” He pointed back the way we came.
Nelson smirked and lifted an eyebrow. He pushed open the door we were standing next to and pulled me inside with him. He canted his head, then purposefully closed the door in Taylor’s face.
“Got it,” Taylor mumbled, and I heard him walk down the hall.
“Now,” Nelson said, turning back to me and studying me up and down. “Where were we before we got shoved in that elevator?”
