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Brodie downed the rest of his drink in one go, slammed the glass on a nearby table, and took off into the crowd.

Holls and I were approached by a couple of guys, Sarin and Jayme. Both men were models and actors based in LA.

Jayme was all over me, but I was distracted, looking around for my BFF.

Faise was still talking to Reed, their heads close together. And I recognized the look on Faise’s face, the dimples that only came out when he was smiling hard. When the two of them walked out of the room together, my heart pounded so fast I was afraid I was gonna faint.

Must be the coke.

I picked up my drink and downed it one go. Then I flagged down a server for another.

Jayme and I flirted, drank, and smoked pot for over an hour. I was finally relaxed.

“Come back to my place?” Jayme offered, his lush mouth curled in a seductive grin. “I want you to fuck me.”

I was all for fucking but I wasn’t in the mood to leave this party or my friends. “How about here and now?”

Jayme licked his lips. “You’re on. Follow me.”

I had no problem doing just that as he sauntered through the crowded room. We walked down a set of stairs, and along a wide hallway to another crowded room packed with partygoers.

Only, this room had no windows. And it made sense.

Because everyone in this room was having sex.

I spotted Holls and Sarin frotting on a nearby couch, several guys watching them, jerking off.

Brodie was leaning against a wall, getting sucked off by a couple of guys taking turns.

There were other groups of people fucking in the center of the room, being watched by others. The whole scene was sexy, heady, exhilarating. My dick pulsed hard and hot in my jeans.

Then I looked over and spotted Faise having sex with a big ass dude. Not Reed Larkin. I was relieved, and yet, still unsettled. Whoever the stranger was, he was bent over a chair and Faise was railing his ass. And I couldn’t look away.

Faise had his shirt off, his head thrown back, his arms and neck rigid as he fucked into the man at a frantic pace. The scene turned me on more than any of the other filthy sights and sounds in the room. But watching the look of bliss on the other guy’s face made me furiously angry for some reason.

Fuck, that coke must’ve been laced with some weird shit.

I turned to Jayme, determined to screw this odd feeling out of me. “Get naked. Show me that hot ass of yours.”

Jayme stripped off his clothes and turned around, bending over the nearest couch, his pale cheeks on display. I reached into my pocket for the packet of lube and a condom. Once my fingers were slick, I slid them over his crease, teasing his asshole. Jayme spread his legs wider, and took his dick in hand, jerking off.

I pushed one finger inside him.

“You prepped,” I grunted as I added another finger and shoved them deep, the glide smooth.

“For a party with rockstars? Fucking right I did,” Jayme hissed. “Now shut up and get your cock inside me.”

I quickly unzipped, suited up, and added more lube to my covered dick. As I pushed my cock inside the model’s ass, my attention snagged on a loud groan from across the room. I looked up, my eyes locking with Faise as he came long and hard. And yeah, I knew he was coming. Fuck, I knew his orgasm sounds as well as my own.

An angry pressure swelled up inside my chest that needed to be let out. I fucked into Jayme with fast, hard strokes, the model making dirty sounds that should’ve had all my attention.

I could’ve been fucking my fist for all it mattered.

And I didn’t want to think about why.

CHAPTER 9

FAISE

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