Page 91 of Fight or Flight
I give her a quick nod and shoot back the rest of my drink.
She beams a big smile at me as I put my empty glass on a nearby table, and she practically skips along beside me as I lead her to the dance area and over to an open spot near the edge of the crowd.
She immediately wraps her arms around me and presses her soft body against mine. I hold her close, and we start swaying to the music as the song shifts from a sappy pop song to a sultry metalcore remix.
Everything about the moment feels wrong. She’s too petite, too delicate in my arms, and the press of her soft breasts against my chest and her smooth curves under my hands feel strange instead of familiar.
At least dancing gives me an excuse to keep a closer eye on Ben since he’s spent the last twenty minutes dirty dancing with one of Courtney’s friends about six feet to our left.
The scratch of nails down my back sends a shiver through me, and not in a good way, and I almost let out a sigh of relief when Courtney spins so her back is pressed against my front. I wrap one arm around her waist as she leans back against me, her ass rubbing against my cock in a deliberate glide.
The friction feels good, even if the moment feels wrong, and I close my eyes as little waves of pleasure wash over me and my cock goes half hard.
Courtney stiffens in my arms, and I open my eyes in time to see her grab Jace’s bicep as he squeezes past us.
“Dance with us,” Courtney insists excitedly when he pauses.
A smirk lifts the corner of Jace’s lips, and my mouth goes dry when he steps in front of her and seamlessly starts moving with us, one of his hands on her hip, and the other on mine.
Courtney leans against me as the three of us move together, but because she’s almost a full head shorter than us, I’m eye to eye with Jace while she enjoys being the meat in our frat boy sandwich.
That damn smirk is still tilting the side of his mouth, but it’s the look in his eyes that’s making it hard to breathe. It’s full of the heat I’m used to seeing from him, but there’s something darkand wild under it that makes my half-hard dick perk all the way up.
Courtney giggles between us and presses back against my cock, and I let out a soft moan at the friction.
Something flares in Jace’s eyes, and I have to bite my lip so I don’t moan again just from how he’s looking at me.
Time and space seem to melt away as we dance together, and even though the only place Jace is actually touching me is his hand on my hip and his stomach pressing against the arm I still have wrapped around Courtney’s waist, I feel every sway of his hips and grind of his body against hers like he’s doing it to me and we don’t have a buffer between us.
One song melts into two, then three, and I’m rock hard and aching by the time Courtney stops dancing and fans herself with her hand.
“Whew.” She looks between us with glassy eyes. “Wanna get out of here and have some real fun?”
Jace lets out an easy laugh and catches her hand so he can raise it to his lips. “Tempting, darlin’,” he drawls and presses a kiss against her knuckles. “But you know my rules. And I don’t think Shane’s all that interested in someone who looks like me, if you know what I mean.”
She giggles and runs her hand down his front. “What’s that saying? It’s not gay if you don’t cross swords.”
Jace gives her a sexy smirk and leans down to whisper something in her ear. The music is too loud to let me hear what it is, and I don’t like the flare of jealousy that curls around in my chest at being left out.
Before I can get too lost in my jealousy, Jace stops whispering sweet nothings to her, and I feel a whole different sensation in my stomach when his eyes meet mine and the look in them shifts from his usual cocky playboy to something dark and way too hot.
Courtney starts dancing again as Jace steps back from us, and I go on high alert as he skirts past us, his body warm as it presses against my side. That move finally breaks through my stupor, and I remember why we’re at the party in the first place.
There’s a slight tickle at my back, and I make sure I don’t react when he slips Ben’s card in my back pocket as he passes me.
“Keep dancing,” Jace says, his low voice filling my ear through the earpiece he obviously unmuted. “And act natural.”
I can’t exactly answer him without looking suspicious as hell, so instead I do as he says and covertly look around until I spot him standing against the wall about twenty feet from us.
“Did you like dancing with me?” he asks. “Imagine how much better it would have been without Court between us. Can you picture it? I bet you’re hard right now.”
I shoot him a dirty look, but he just grins.
“Would it help to know that I’m hard too?”
I try to focus on dancing and not picture Jace’s dick and how hard it is.
“Want to know what I was thinking about when we were dancing?”
