Who could blame me?
I passed shot glasses to the guys, frilly drinks to the girls, all the while gritting my teeth and trying to cling to some kind of maturity, because I was long past playing games. Ironic, considering I was feeling about as petulant as a fifteen-year-old girl who’s daddy told her she wasn’t allowed to go to the prom and the boy she was crushing on had asked someone else.
An arm snaked out, wrapping around my belly, hot hand splaying wide as I was dragged back onto the lap I’d had a fantasy of climbing just minutes before.
My body was awkwardly draped across his, my back to his chest and one of his knees sliding up between my thighs to keep me attached to him. One of my booted feet was planted on the ground and my other leg was pushed up under the table by the force of him.
A shocked sound left me, and his breath was rough at my ear, words hoarse. “Do you know how damned sexy you are when you’re jealous?”
I squeaked.
Caught.
Guilty.
I didn’t even have it in me to be ashamed.
“You think I want that girl?” he continued on like a threat, and a shudder rolled through me with the groan that rumbled in his chest. His voice went lower. Darker. “Only thing I want right now is to drag you down the hallway and into the bathroom, rip these shorts off your fucking insanely long legs, and sink into you from behind. I’d like nothing more than to watch you through the mirror as you shake and tremble.”
His hand wandered farther down, cupping me over my sex.
I whimpered, thanking God the evidence of what he was doing was obstructed by the height of the table and the shadowy darkness surrounding us.
“Watch you come undone,” he rumbled.
My blood pulsed and raced, and a flush sprinted across the surface of my skin. Mouth parted, I tilted my head to the side, so close his stubble rubbed at my cheek.
Intense eyes peered down at me.
Desire.
Want.
Lust.
There was no mistaking it.
No disguising it.
Guess the redhead got the message, too, because I caught just a glimpse of her pout before she turned her attention to Lyrik who already had the birthday girl crawling all over him.
He didn’t seem to mind, and normally I’d roll my eyes because, wow, that really was just ridiculous and cliché. Nothing like a rock star getting greedy and taking two.
But I was too busy trying to control the way I shivered and shook as Sebastian let his fingers go trailing beneath the frayed hem of my cut-off shorts.
Good Lord, he was bold. His brazen confidence all too eager to set me straight on my wayward worries.
“You got that?” He ran his thumb just under the edge of my panties. “Don’t make me prove it.”
Was he serious? I was about five seconds from begging him to.
Struggling for air, I gripped the edge of the table.
I was being every kind of unprofessional. Flustered and hot, I forgot where I was because Sebastian Stone had a way of making me forget everything except for him.
Peeling myself from his lap, I straightened myself. I hoped it wasn’t blatantly obvious how outrageously turned on I was.
Lyrik watched me with outright humor, raking his teeth along his bottom lip to contain his amusement, just as both girls got a little more comfortable. Ash grinned like a fool, Zee with a shake of his head and a slightly embarrassed smile.
Um…obvious. Very, very obvious. Flustered, I tucked a thick lock of hair behind my ear. “Anything else I can get y’all?”
Ash lifted his shot. “Stay…I’m about to toast.”
He looked around the guys, first at Lyrik who raised his chin at the same time as he lifted his shot glass, as if he already knew exactly what they were celebrating. He moved on to Zee who lifted a drink of his own, creases of discomfort appearing at the corners of his eyes. Then he moved to Baz who dug his fingers into my side. As if he were holding on for dear life because he felt it slipping away.
Felt me slipping away.