Page 60 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)
N ever—not even in my wildest, filthiest daydreams—did I imagine standing in a bar, holding hands with two shirtless, hot men. And certainly did I never think there would be more to follow.
“The fangs stay,” I say with a breathy laugh.
“High Fivers,” Nicholas’s voice blares, reverberating through the speakers, slicing through the moment like a record scratch.
I drop their hands and whip around. Nicholas is standing on the bar, mic in hand. My pulse is still racing from Kyle and Brandon’s touch, and I try to shove the flustered feeling down as I reach for my phone.
Content first, then afterparty.
“It’s time to announce the winners of our costume contest,” he booms. “One individual and one couple will each win a weekend getaway at Chicago’s Spa-Inn.”
I exhale in relief—he remembered to say the hotel's name.
“The winner of the individual category is Avril Lavigne.”
Morgan’s scream cuts through the room. I spot her by the bar, jumping and waving. Nicholas reaches into his Santa pocket, then hands her the prize envelope.
“Now for the couple’s costume …” Nicholas grins. “I think their engagement helped them get extra votes. Congrats Chad and Anna—or should I say Ghostface and Bunny!”
The crowd parts, and then they emerge, in front of Nicholas. He pulls out another envelope from his jacket.
“They were the ones fucking,” Kyle murmurs into my hair. His proximity sends a shiver down my spine, and I giggle nervously, now noticing the fake blood is smeared onto Chad.
“Thank you for celebrating with us tonight,” Nicholas finishes. “We’re open until midnight, so keep partying.”
Brandon steps behind me, slipping an arm around my waist. I immediately feel at ease in his embrace. “You ready for the after party?” he whispers in my ear before placing a teasing kiss on my neck.
“Yeah,” I breathe, holding my gaze with Kyle.
There’s a heat building between us as he steps forward, sliding his hand onto my hip. Then he places his other hand—slowly, deliberately—over Brandon’s. Having both of their hands on me causes my heartbeat to skyrocket. It’s electric.
Kyle leans down, eyes locked on mine, and oh my God, he’s going to kiss me.
He gets dangerously close to my lips but doesn’t make contact.
We hold an intense stare as his hand trails from my hip to my ribs to my back, until he’s cupping the back of my neck.
And then he kisses me. It’s hard, commanding, and hot.
My entire body tingles as he squeezes the back of my neck firmer.
Then I feel Brandon’s lips on my neck again, and holy shit. This is amazing.
I let out a nervous sound and gently push Kyle back. Not because I want to stop—because I absolutely do not want to stop. But because I remember where we are. There are people around. So many people. Like my friends and my boss.
“She’s shy,” Kyle says to Brandon. “It’s cute.”
“She’s very cute,” Brandon says back to him.
Now I have a silly smile on my face. This is going to be fucking epic. I rest my hand on each of their shoulders. “Time to go, boys. Kyle, we’ll meet you at Brandon’s?”
He nods and I’m every kind of screaming meme.