“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” I tell him.
“I think you’ve had more than enough, don’t you?”
“What are you, like my therapist now?”
“I’m stopping you from making the biggest mistake of your life,” he replies.
“What mistake? This is a Christmas party. Having a few drinks isn’t exactly a crime.”
“No. But decking the shit out of someone in a public place is. Do you realize what would have happened if you’d hit Damian?”
“As if anyone would believe a word he says. It’s his word against mine. And besides, he had it coming.”
“Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”
“Why are you being such a party pooper?” I ask.
“Because I’m trying to save your ass from getting sued.”
Speaking of asses.
Trying to be as discreet as possible, I narrow my eyes onto his ass, and I can see the tight outline of his cheeks as they press against the fabric with every step he takes.
“I need another drink,” I say, heading toward the bar.
“I think you need to slow down a little, don’t you?”
“Nope. This is a party, and I intend on living the night to its full potential.”
And hopefully that potential means having you down on your knees, wedged between my thighs and sucking my cock by the end of the night.
“Oh, hello, Dylan. I didn’t see you come in. When did you arrive?” I hear Monica ask.
Making the most of the opportunity, I sneak away and head to the bar. I ask the bartender for a scotch and Coke, then swivel around on my chair and find Dylan still in conversation with Monica. The bartender slides my drink across the counter and I take a swig, then look around at the crowd of people mingling with one another. This is why I don’t do parties. While I may be a drinker, I don’t socialize for shit. In fact, I hate crowds, and you wouldn’t know it by the way I act around people, but that’s all just part of the game to win Dylan’s attention. Taking another sip of my drink, I look over the rim of my glass to see Colton and Dylan together on the dance floor, dancing rather close.
Too damn close, actually.
I down the rest of my drink in one large gulp then get to my feet and start making my way toward the dance floor. When I approach Dylan, I rub my body against his, until my crotch ispressed hard up against his ass. He turns around, and when he notices me, he tries to move away, but I place both my hands on his hips and hold him in place.
“I love how you move,” I tell him.
“Liam, get your hands off of me,” he orders.
I ignore his request. Instead I press my body harder against his, and I feel my cock harden as it rubs against his ass through the fabric of his pants.
“Yeah, Liam. I was here first,” I hear Colton say.
“Well, I’m here now, so you can just walk away and run along,” I tell him.
Colton gives me a filthy grin and is about to open his mouth to speak when Jerry grabs him by the arm and pulls him away. I continue dancing with Dylan, until he finally manages to spin around to face me and our noses are touching.
“What the fuck are you doing, Liam?”
“I’m having a good time. Isn’t that what parties are all about?”
“No, you’re being an ass and embarrassing yourself,” he tells me.
My head starts to pound and my vision becomes blurry, clearly a result of the alcohol I’ve consumed starting to take effect. I take a step forward almost losing my footing, then fall straight into Dylan’s arms.
