Page 20 of Devil’s Kiss (Sunset Cove #2)

Jordan spun on his toes and strutted over to the ridiculously expensive sound system, where he took the remote in one hand and aimed it at the entertainment center like he was pointing a Taser at a target—then he pressed a button.

As a familiar beat filled the room, August, who was still standing beside Derek, sighed. Derek tried to place the song, but as soon as the lyrics started, his mouth fell the fuck open.

“Britney Spears? Is he fucking kidding?”

August looked at him and shrugged. “He’s drunk, is what he is.”

Derek looked back toward the living room, and sure enough Jordan was swinging his hips and shaking his ass to an anthem about some guy being toxic. It also appeared he knew every single word as he turned to face them and crooked a finger.

“Oh, fuck no,” Derek said.

August chuckled and patted his arm as he walked toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna get a bottle of water for me and him. Think you can handle him for a few minutes on your own, He-Man?”

Derek narrowed his eyes on Jordan’s friend and nodded. “I think I can manage.”

As he walked toward Jordan, Derek heard August warn, “Be careful. He’s a handful when he gets like this.”

Before Derek could ask what that meant, August was heading for the kitchen and Derek was left in the living room with Jordan, who had his eyes shut and his head tipped back as he waved his hands above his head.

Fuck, the guy was all sex in that moment.

Tight ripped jeans, tight navy blue tank, and lips Derek wanted over every damn inch of him.

When he was close enough that he could smell Jordan’s cologne again, he saw him open his twinkling brown eyes and aim a teasing smile up at him.

Clasping his hands overhead, Jordan gyrated his hips to the wicked beat of the music.

As he came closer toward him, Derek shook his head and leaned down to say in his ear, “Britney Spears?”

Jordan turned his head, and when he replied, “Don’t you dare make fun of my Brit Brit,” Derek felt the warm breath on his cheek and straightened up to go take a seat on the couch.

But as he stepped away, Jordan reached for one of his hands and wrapped it around his waist. In an instant their bodies were flush and Jordan waggled his brows at him.

“Come on, He-Man. I know you can dance.”

“He-Man?”

“Mhmm,” he said as he writhed against him, and Derek had to take a hold of his squirming hips or he’d be really fucking embarrassed in the next few seconds.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jordan said, and before Derek knew it was happening, Jordan’s arms were around his neck and he was grinding against him like the two of them were naked.

Christ, how was he supposed to do this and keep shit as it always was between them?

Jordan wasn’t playing fair, and the alcohol was unleashing…

well, who the fuck knew what it was unleashing.

Then Jordan sighed and said, “More,” and there was no stopping Derek from slipping his hands from the guy’s hips to his ass and yanking him in so they were aligned from head to fucking toe.

JORDAN’S HEAD WAS spinning and his cock was pounding in delicious time to the music pulsating through his living room. He felt unbelievable, and so did the thick arms surrounding his waist and the hands molding his ass to pull him in close to a rock-solid body.

Derek…damn. The guy was fucking built. And when he’d seen him standing there in nothing but his sweats, Jordan had had an unstoppable need to touch.

So, with a little help from the few too many shots he’d had, Jordan had done just that, and judging from the thick length he could feel pressed against him, he knew that Derek had wanted to touch too.

As the song switched to the sensual beat of Brit wanting to be a slave for whoever, Jordan tipped his face up and looked into Derek’s eyes, and what he saw there almost had his knees buckling.

Intense desire fueled the scorching expression aimed his way. Jordan licked his lips in response, and Derek dipped his knees and dragged his body up in a way that made a strangled groan leave Jordan.

Shit, that felt… He did it again, and Jordan’s eyes shut. He brought one of his hands around the front of Derek’s sweats and trailed his fingers under the elastic. Derek’s skin was warm to the touch, and Jordan hummed as he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and between their bodies.

Derek growled and Jordan closed his eyes, reveling in the moment he’d wanted for so long.

He was finally— yes…right there— touching Derek.

He had his hand wrapped around a thick cock that had slicked his palm with the pre-cum leaking from its tip, and when Jordan opened his eyes, he saw Derek’s teeth clenched as he rocked into his fist, seeking more friction on his engorged length.

Again , he thought, hoping Derek would thrust forward and grind his cock against him, but instead, he lowered his head and the sharp scrape of teeth on Jordan’s jaw shot a bolt of desire straight to his dick.

“You need to come with a fucking warning label,” Derek said, nipping his ear.

Then he raised his head and pulled Jordan’s hand away.

“You had very specific terms when I moved in, and until I graduate I’m sticking to them.

Now, I have a test tomorrow morning and it’s gonna be hard as hell to sleep.

So do me a favor—don’t keep me up by fucking your boyfriend with the cock I just primed, okay?

If anything, think about me lying in there getting off on the thought of you fucking my brains out with it. ”

Jordan’s breath caught, and Derek raised a brow as if to say, Problem?

When Jordan didn’t say a word, Derek nodded and slowly backed away, keeping their eyes locked.

When he got to the hall he smirked, and Jordan couldn’t help but reach down and press his hand over his cock as he bit his bottom lip.

“Yeah, just my luck,” Derek said. “You probably won’t even remember this tomorrow. Night, Devaney.”

And before he vanished, Jordan whispered, “Night, He-Man.”