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Jolts of pain mix with my pleasure, creating more of those delicious sensations deep in my body as I move frantically against him.
Jace’s face is a mask of pleasure as he uses his grip on my ass to guide me into a smooth rhythm that feels so damn good I know I won’t be able to hold out for much longer.
“Come on,” I taunt, but the effect is ruined by my breathy voice. “Come for me, Jace. Come all over me and let me see how much you love having me on top of you.”
The corners of his lips tip up in a grin as he digs his fingers into the globes of my ass and rocks his hips in time with mine.
The added friction is too much, and my orgasm explodes out of me before I can do anything to stop it.
Jace yanks me against him, and a moment later, his eyes roll back, and he lets out a soft groan as he arches into me and grinds his cock against mine as he chases his orgasm.
I’m so caught up in watching his pleasure that I barely notice my own, and the satisfaction I feel when he jerks under me has little to do with my orgasm and everything to do with making Jace lose control and come.
We stay like that for a few moments, locked together and staring into each other’s eyes, until the reality of the situation hits me like a blast of cold water.
What the fuck just happened?
How did we go from Jace taunting me about cheating at cards to us fighting and humping each other like feral bunnies?
“Don’t freak out on me now, Shaney,” Jace says, the usual bite missing from his tone. He sounds playful, which is fucking weird. “It’s just an orgasm. It’s not like you’re suddenly queer because you rubbed off on me.”
I scramble off him and crab walk away, bumping into the couch in my haste to put some distance between us.
He lets out another of those throaty chuckles and sits up, casually smoothing one hand through his hair like we didn’t just get off together.
I can only gape at him as he climbs to his feet and shoots me a secret smile that’s filled with heat and promise. “Good talk.”
With another smirk that makes something in my stomach flip-flop, he spins on his heel and strides toward my door.
“What the fuck?” I say to the empty room when the door closes.
5
JACE
My room isquiet as I open the door and slip inside. Jax is at Myles’s again, so I have complete privacy as I lock the door behind me and head over to my dresser.
I have no idea what just happened in Shane’s room, but I’m not mad about it.
I knew he’d be pissed that I caught him cheating, and I expected he might deal with his anger by trying to beat me into next week, but I didn’t have him rubbing off on me until we both came on my bingo card for the night.
I can’t stop my smile as I open my drawer and pull out a fresh pair of underwear, then fish a set of clean sweatpants out of another. The fact that he’s the one who finished us off is way more satisfying than it probably should be. So was how he sort of glitched out when the afterglow faded and he realized what he did.
Still grinning at the unexpected turn of events, I strip off my soiled bottoms and carry my new clothes into the bathroom so I can do a quick cleanup.
When I’m done, I toss my dirty clothes in my hamper and head over to my desk. Instead of sitting at it, I pull my chair outof the way and kneel so I can reach my surge protector. Sliding my finger over the back, I press the tiny divot that opens the hidden compartment built into the bottom of it. The mechanism clicks, and I lift the bar and pop open the compartment so I can grab one of the flash drives I stashed in there.
When I have it, I close the compartment and flop down on my desk chair and scoot it back up to my desk.
I give my mouse a little wiggle to flash up my computer, then open my desk drawer and pull out one of my butterfly knives. I put it away before I went to Shane’s room in case he decided to put hands on me again and somehow found it. The last thing I need right now is for him to run around telling everyone I had a knife on me or that I pulled one on him.
The guys in my frat might be okay with my penchant for fighting, and most of them are aware that me, Jax, and our cousins seem to find ourselves in situations that force us to fight our way out of them more often than not, but very few people outside our family know exactly what the four of us can do, or how easy it is for us to do it.
Unlike most of the assholes who go to this school, we aren’t just empty-headed rich kids who ride the coattails of our family’s accomplishments. Even most of the guys in the frat have no idea what kind of shit their parents actually get up to in their businesses, and would have no idea how to handle a problem if it bit them in the ass.
Our parents recognized that we’re different early on, especially Jax and me, and they made sure to give us all the training and tools we’d need not only to protect ourselves and each other but also to get shit done.
Because of this, we’ve had to be careful not to let anyone other than the house leaders and their inner circle see what we’re capable of, and it’s why we stick together. It sucks donkey balls to have to tailor my entire existence around the sensibilitiesof the people around me, but at least it keeps the drama to a minimum.
