“Amazing,” I said in awe, looking down at traffic and pedestrians. Realizing they could easily be looking up at me, I pressed my thighs together, not wanting to give anyone a view of my lace thong. “Can they see us?”
“No. When you’re down on the street and look up, it looks like an ordinary balcony.” Shane positioned us at the glass wall and pressed up behind me. With his arms encasing my arms and his cheek pressed against mine, a chill ran over me. “Cold?” he asked.
“No. It’s your effect on me.”
“Yeah?” He smirked. “We can probably manage to—”
“No, we can’t,” I cut him off.
“Fine.”
“But thank you for showing me this. It’s so cool.”
“The real reason I wanted to show you was because my mom fell in love with my dad on this very spot.”
He smiled as my lips parted. “Really? That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah. Dad told me my aunt Lizzy threw him a surprise birthday party here before their first tour began that fall. Mom was new with the band, and since her birthday was the day before my dad’s, she partied a bit too hard and got drunk on Jell-O shots. Dad found her out here getting air. One thing led to another, and they kissed. Dad claims he kissed her so well that she fell in love. But my mom said it was most definitely the shots that made her give in to his charms. They both agreed their kiss started a flirtation between them that ultimately ended with a relationship.”
“I love that story.”
“I love you.” Shane turned me around before cupping my face. “And I know you already love me. So let’s see if we can create our own memory.” He pressed our lips together, and at the touch of his tongue I opened for him as he tangled it with mine.
A bolt of white-hot desire shot right through me. It’d been too long since we truly had time alone. I desperately ached for him. It was cruel to have an amazing sex-filled weekend that gave us both a taste of something amazing, only to go weeks without doing more than making out. Well, except for the one rushed time in his bathroom before the troops descended on his beach house.
That frustration was proved through the moan I released into his mouth. It told him just how much he riled me up, and when he pressed his hips against me, it made the situation far worse.
But just as I’d begun writhing against him, seeking some sort of relief, a deep voice said, “Ahem…”
Shane’s gaze was wild as he lifted his head and stepped away from me. Without turning toward the doorway, he groaned. “Oh, hello, Uncle Trey.”
Over Shane’s shoulder, my father stepped closer and tilted his head. “What’re you doing?”
“Talking,” Shane quickly supplied, and I had to roll my lips over my teeth to suppress the giggle.
“Talk time is over. Your friends are here.”
Looking past Shane, I raised a brow and said, “We’ll be right there, Dad.” It took four seconds for him to nod and leave. I knew that he knew I was no longer a virgin. My mom had told him so after he’d acted like an ass because Shane and I were in my room for too long. Like I would screw Shane with my father down the hall.
“He really is a cockblocker,” Shane said grumpily.
“Ignore him… and for the record…” I nuzzled my nose across Shane’s jaw. “I was very close to coming before my father interrupted.”
My news seemed to anger him more. “The moment we have the opportunity, I’m fucking you.” He pecked my lips one more time before adding, “Fair warning that may happen in the back of my car, because I’m that desperate.”
A few hours in and our party wasn’t close to winding down. Mom and Leila had gone all out planning the perfect night, with good music, amazing food, and even a photo booth. No doubt our friends would be talking about this night for weeks to come.
Even our parents were having a blast with their bandmates, colleagues in the music business, and several musicians signed by JLL Productions.
Every one of our friends we had invited were also there… except Judy. Kim told me she’d extended an invite to her after we’d gotten that screenshot. I tried not to think too hard on why she had been a no-show. It didn’t matter. I was done with those skanks.
The party that I had dreaded most of the day turned out to be just what I needed. Sure, the glass of champagne my mom allowed me to have had helped take the edge off my nerves, but Shane was responsible for most of it.
We danced, ate, laughed. The entire time a brilliant smile lit up his face. I’d never seen him so happy. Graduation was definitely something to be excited about, but Shane took it to another level. You’d think the guy had just gotten out of jail. According to him, he had.
Surprisingly enough, the reaction my new look had received from our male classmates, Chase included, had lessened my self-consciousness. Although the leering did make me a bit uncomfortable. And when Chase’s gaze lingered a few seconds too long, Shane clenched a fistful of his shirt and sneered, “I’ll fuck you up, man.”
Thankfully, Kim hadn’t seen the exchange.
The DJ flipping to a slower musical genre gave us a reprieve. My feet were killing me from a long stretch of hip-hop hits geared for the younger crowd. As the dance floor cleared, the classic rock song had the older generation taking over… embarrassingly so.
After grabbing cold drinks, we retreated to a table as far away from them as possible. Truly, I could’ve done without watching my parents grinding against each other, and Shane’s were no better.
Since Chase and Kim were deep in conversation with our other friends, Shane tugged me onto his lap and said into my ear, “I need you.” Even if he hadn’t said that, the bulge below my ass would’ve given him away.
“I’m not sure what you think I can do about that dilemma.”
His gaze swept around the party. “There’s an office in the back… unlocked. I scoped it out.”
Thinking he was kidding, I grinned at him, but his expression was dead serious. “Shane. Don’t be stupid. I know you’re horny, and I’m horny, but do you have a death wish?”
“It’s the perfect time to slip away,” he argued. “Cake has been cut, pictures taken, and toasts given.” His chin lifted toward the dance floor. “They won’t miss us.”
“Happy people! We have a surprise for you all!” the DJ said above the music while a tall man with a guitar strapped to his back stalked across the stage. When he stepped into the spotlight, the DJ added, “Welcome, Cannon Davis!”
The bar instantly erupted with thunderous applause just as our entire table emptied to rush toward the stage.
“Fuck me.” Shane thumped his head against my shoulder. The man exuded pure sexual energy, and my boyfriend wasn’t thrilled that I was such a fan.
Sure, Cannon was a hot-as-hell rocker and JLL’s biggest signed musician, but he was the only rock star I knew who didn’t feel like a member of my family. I’d met him several times since he’d become attached to Leila’s best friend, Lori, who also happened to be his agent. Even someone like me, who’d grown up around rock stars, got tongue-tied around him.
“Hey, y’all!” Cannon said with a wave of his hand. He cupped a hand over his eyes, searching the guests. “Where are Shane and Alivia at?”