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I gasp as pleasure coils tight in my groin like a spring ready to snap. I'm close, so close, grinding desperately against him. Needing more. Needing everything.
I reach out, placing my hand on Liam's back. His muscles flex under my palm.
He grabs my wrist, pinning my hand above my head against the rough brick wall. I moan shamelessly, grinding against him harder.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. Never wanted anyone like this. Liam's massive body pins me in place, his cock rubbing against mine.
This is really happening.
"Hey!" A loud voice cuts through the haze of pleasure like a bucket of ice water. I blink, dazed, as Liam's body is yanked away from mine.
What the hell?
I slump against the wall, panting, my cock straining painfully in my jeans. I grab my throat where Liam's forearm was, the skin hot and sensitive.
My gaze focuses to find Blake and Sawyer standing beside us. Blake looks furious, his hand clamped tightly on Liam's arm. Sawyer is glaring at Liam, pulling him further away from me.
Shit. They saw us. Heat floods my face as embarrassment wars with lingering arousal.
"What's going on?" Sawyer demands, looking between Liam and I.
"Nothing," we mumble in unison.
Blake grabs my arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What did he do to you?"
I swallow, my throat dry like sandpaper. I have to get out of here before this gets more awkward. "Really, it's nothing," I say hastily. I risk a glance at Liam, but his expression is unreadable.
I'm still painfully hard, and I shift uncomfortably. I need to leave,now.
"Don't worry about it," I tell Blake. "I have to go. I have a thing."
Blake frowns. "What do you mean you have a—"
I don't wait to hear the rest. I shove past them, forcing my way through the crowd. My heart pounds as I make my escape, equal parts embarrassed, aroused and confused.
What the hell just happened? I stumble out of the club into the cool night air, gulping in deep breaths.
Jesus. I just dry humped a man in public.
I lean against the wall, dragging a hand down my burning face, the entirety of my life suddenly not making sense at all.
Chapter Six
Liam
FUCK ME.
I stare at my reflection in the grimy bathroom mirror, my hands clenched white-knuckled on the edges of the sink. My jaw is tight, tension radiating through me.
What a fucking disaster. I should never have let things get that far with Xander. I know better than to mess around with straight guys—it only ever ends in trouble.
And yet, I couldn't seem to help myself. There's something about him that reels me in, even when I know I should stay away. I'm furious with myself for being so weak, for giving in to temptation.
I take a deep breath, trying to rein in my anger and frustration. My cock is still half-hard, straining against my jeans, reminding me of how Xander felt grinding against me. How he moaned and panted. The memory makes me groan.
I splash cold water on my face, hoping the shock will clear my head. But I can still feel the ghost of Xander's touch, the searing heat of his body. I grip the sink harder, and try to think unsexy thoughts. Dead kittens and nuclear war and grandma in a bikini. Anything to get my dick to calm the fuck down so I can get out of here with some shred of dignity left.
But it's no use. Xander's face keeps flashing in my mind, and I can still feel the heat of his body against mine, and—
