Page 13 of Reunion
His hand pressed more firmly into my back, thumb tracing the gulley of my spine. “And when your mom asked you about that bowl she loved that you accidentally dropped that time we put four bags of popcorn in it?”
“Still waiting for the point.”
Dane raked his teeth over his lower lip, then gave me a devilish smile. “The corner of your mouth still trembles the tiniest bit when you’re lying.”
I faltered, wondering if it was true and struck by the fact that he’d noticed my mouth in the first place back then.
“So what was it? Plug? Dildo?” He cocked his head assessingly. “Not handcuffs. Not a flogger. Nothing too complicated for you, I’m thinking.”
“Not handcuffs or a flogger.” Someone bumped against my back, and I tightened my arms around Dane. “It was more along the lines of entry-level. And I’m not telling you.”
“We’ll see.” He arched a brow, and even that was sexier than it should’ve been. Because in it was the more grown-up version of the challenging looks he’d given me when we were teens and he was about to dare me to do something stupid. But I’d always met his challenges head-on.
“You’re flirting with me,” I blurted. I mean, obviously he was, but for some reason the awareness came on a delay, possibly because just being pressed up against him like this was both novel and a little overwhelming. There were few places we weren’t touching right now, and even those were heating up.
“I am. Welcome aboard. Can I continue? Because I’m enjoying it.” Dane slid his hands down my back, and our hips bumped. I was certain he could feel how turned on I was the same way I could feel his erection against me. When he pressed his thigh between mine, ever so casually, I stifled a gasp as my cock rubbed against hard muscle.
His lips moved along my jaw. “I swear it’s gotten harder to be with the people you actually want to if you’re part of the wedding party. I’ve been trying to find you since we got to the reception, and every time I took a step in your direction, I got caught up in something else.”
“Sounds treacherous.” I rolled my hips, achy pleasure moving through me at the friction. There were too many people around us and too much clothing between us for it to be truly satisfying, but electricity built between us like static buzzing, waiting to discharge on contact. “Maybe you just suck at the art of small talk and need to strengthen your arsenal of removal tactics. The best one is to simply glance over the shoulder of the person and give a subtle nod, like you’ve spotted someone else and are acknowledging them.” I demonstrated by looking just past Dane’s shoulder and up-nodding the back of someone’s head. “Then look back to the person”—I looked back at Dane—“and let them finish their sentence before saying, ‘It was so nice to see you, Dane.Insert-name-herejust arrived and I need to go tell him hello.’”
“Or how about this?” Dane imitated my over-the-shoulder glance, but at the last minute he ducked his head close to my ear, flicking his tongue against my earlobe and sending a shiver racing up my spine. “I’m leaving right now because I want to fuck you so badly it’s making my teeth ache, and if I watch you leave with Chase, I might grind my jaw to dust with envy.”
My lips parted, but no words came immediately. I shot a wild glance over my shoulder and spotted Chase, holding two drinks in his hand as he chatted with another guest, body angled toward the dance floor like he was trying to get back to me.
I looked back at Dane, pulse hammering in my chest, my throat, and my cock. “I wouldn’t suggest saying that to Grandma Merkle, because she’d likely start talking to you about how wonderful her new set of false teeth are. But,” I continued as he started to smile, “if that’s an offer, I’m taking you up on it and we’re leaving right now. On the condition that you break in that new set of canes on my ass, because I’ve never done anything like that before, and I’ve always wanted to.”
Dane’s expression shifted to one of pleasant surprise. “Not what I expected you to say, but noted. You’re not exactly wading into it here, are you?”
I shrugged. Maybe Chase’s attitude had rubbed off on me. Maybe it was the visit to Ace’s Wild, or the messages from Jason. Maybe it was Dane, himself. But my bucket of fucks felt surprisingly light and the idea of ending the weekend without experiencing the man who’d haunted my dirtiest fantasies for years was unfathomable right now.
I squared my shoulders. “I want some down and dirty, kinky, no-holds-barred sex. If you do, too, fantastic. I’m your man.”
He looked me over appraisingly, and I could tell he was fighting back a smile. “Top or bottom?”
“Bottom with an occasional sprinkle of topping. But in this case, bottom all the way. I want to be topped into next week and my ass striped red like Christmas bunting.” I ticked my head toward the door impatiently.
“Christ,” he muttered, then caught hold of my arm and turned me around. “Let’s go.”
As Dane steered me through the crowd of revelers toward the ballroom doors, I managed to catch Aaron’s eye and give him a farewell wave. Shay, drawn by his lascivious return smile, aimed a shit-eating grin in our direction. I started to give her the finger before lowering it as Chase cut into my line of vision and stopped in front of us, halting our exit route to Kinksville. I tried to hold back an impatient frown, but probably failed.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Chase dropped his voice to a stage whisper without giving either of us a chance to respond. “I make a great third. Creamy filling, if you will.”
He made a popping sound with his lips, and my mouth fell open. What the hell did one say to that? Actually, probably plenty of people would say yes, but for all the smut-strewn paths my mind wandered, a threesome with Dane was infinitely unappealing.
I wanted him all to myself.
My gaze ticked toward Dane, because maybe he didn’t?
“I don’t share well with others,” he said simply. The tiny growl I detected on the tail end of his drawl had me tightening my grip on his hand. Damn, that was sexy.
“Well, fucknuts.” Chase huffed, and then, with a rueful smile, said, “Enjoy yourselves. I guess.”
I blinked as he turned and flounced off, and Dane inclined his chin toward the door. “If we get intercepted one more time, I swear I’ll start undressing you right here and put you over my knee.”
I laughed, although a part of me wondered if he really would, and an even larger part of me thrilled at the prospect of Dane yanking my pants down and spanking my ass inanysetting. “Grandma Merkle would have a stroke.”
“Grandma Merkle would give it a five-star rating; let’s just say I’m motivated right now.”