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“Jax,” I moan on a breath, groaning in pleasure as he begins to suck and nibble at the column of my throat, electric currents skittering across my body at his touch. I rock on his hard thigh, working myself into a feverish pitch.
The fact that he's caging me in, surrounding me completely, and shielding me from the brisk nighttime breeze, as well as any onlookers, just drives me higher.
I'm so lost to the glorious sensations that he’s creating, I soon grind myself into a gasping orgasm, my nails digging into his shoulders as I come, biting down on my lips to hold my cries in.
He holds me up for a few moments until my breathing evens out a little and I can stand steadily on my own two feet. Lifting his head, he looks at me with a satisfied possessive smirk on his handsome face.
“That's better.” He grins as he gestures for me to get into the car. It takes until I'm sitting down and buckled in for what he did to click, so I pull down the mirror to see a giant hickey on my neck.
“You wanker!” I shout at him, aghast. He just rumbles with laughter in that way of his as Loki outright brays in the back.
“That was hot as fuck!” Loki exclaims as we begin to drive off, gravel flying behind us and pinging off the bottom of the car.
* * *
We arrive at a set of modern iron gates a short while later, pausing for the security guard to let us through.
“Blimey!” I exclaim, as we make our way up a tree-lined drive, stopping outside a huge modern mansion.
It's all glass, wood, and straight lines, and although not ugly, it's not got quite the same impact as Highgate has. It is beautifully elegant in its simplicity, not to mention fucking enormous.
“Who lives here?” I ask the guys as we walk up the front steps after Jax has thrown the car keys to another valet, who wisely keeps his eyes down.
“I do,” comes the familiar, dark clipped tone of Ash as he steps into the open doorway.
His hard grey gaze sweeps me up and down, and I don't miss the second of desire that flares in those eyes when they pause on my neck, before he tamps it down. He's looking positively sinful in fitted black slacks, with a fine pinstripe, and a dove grey shirt, the top two buttons open. It's the most casual clothing I think I've ever seen him wear, and I have to swallow hard to keep my mouth from gaping a little.
“Happy Birthday, Ash,” I breathe, holding his stare and getting a nod in return.
Loki leans in, wrapping one hand around my waist whilst the thumb of his other wipes the corner of my mouth. “Your lipstick was a little smudged,” he drawls, a look of mischief in his eyes. “Come, let's grab you a drink, and then you can grind on my dick on the dancefloor,” he follows up as he leads me inside. I hear two growls behind me, which can't be right.
Why would Ash growl at that?
I roll my eyes at Loki as I walk beside him, loving the feel of his arm around my waist, staking his claim for everyone to see.Why is this caveman bullshit such a fucking turn on?
We walk through a short entranceway, into a huge open plan space. It's got walls of glass that are currently pitch black and reflecting the low purple mood lighting, plus all of the bodies of all the teenagers filling the space. My ears are full of the pounding beat ofChampagne & Sunshineby Tarro X PLVTINUM, that the DJ is playing over the hidden sound system. There are so many people here; it must be the whole school. There’s the sweet scent of weed in the air, and I can see several tables with lines of white powder on them, as well as hundreds of black and grey balloons, and a matching banner that says ‘Happy 18th Birthday, Ash.’
Loki sees me staring, an amused smile taking over his beautiful features. “Ash always throws the best parties. They’re not to be missed, so everyone, of course, turns up hoping for the scraps he may throw at them.” He says the last part with a sneer curling his top lip, his voice full of disdain. A serious look crosses his features all of a sudden.
“What is it, Loki?” I ask.
“The party in the woods…” he begins, and I cringe at the memory of getting so wasted.
“I–I won’t…I won’t be stupid again, Loki,” I assure him. “Ash was right that night, I can’t run forever,” I add in a whisper, and when I look up into Loki’s eyes, they are full of sympathy and understanding.
We reach the bar, complete with a handsome bartender, because heaven forbid anyone would have to get their own drink or one from someone unattractive.
“What's your poison, Pretty Girl?” Loki asks me, his sexy grin firmly back in place.
“Something soft, please,” I say.
Loki looks at me for a moment, and I’m sure there’s a hint of pride in his eyes. Then he turns to the bartender. “One virgin passion fruit daiquiri, and a bourbon on the rocks,” he orders.
“Please,” I add, causing him to smirk.
“Please,” he repeats, outright smiling at me now.
“Fuck off,” I say, smacking his arm playfully. “Manners don't cost anything.”
