Nothing would stop me from going to that party this weekend. I needed to be there, if only to antagonize Dom from a distance. I lived for getting a rise out of him. Our conflict had always amused me. At some point it had shifted from amusement to straight up desire. Seeing Dom angry and ready to snap turned me on like crazy.
I jerk my cock faster and harder. Thinking about Dom’s gun pressed to my head. His uncertainty as he allowed me to make him come. I eagerly awaited our next encounter.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DOM
It never ceased to amaze me what kind of conditions people would put up with for a good party. Even with the snow coming down and a severe weather warning issued by the local news station, the graveyard was still packed.
Rebel had insisted that we go ahead with our annual Valentine’s Day party. The day didn’t mean all that much to me. It was simply another excuse to get drunk, high, and fucked.
Dozens of small patio lanterns hung from the trees to light up the night. Others had been placed on crumbling headstones. Three fire pits had been placed around the graveyard to offer a place for people to warm up. Once the alcohol took hold, most people wouldn’t even notice the chill.
That was my plan anyway. Knowing better than to arrive sober, I’d done some pre-party drinking at home. Feeling slightly buzzed, I hung out near the church with Auryn. The other guys were already glued to their significant others.
“Motherfucker, it’s cold.” Auryn rubbed his hands together before trying to warm them with his breath.
At least he’d dressed for the weather in a winter coat. Most of the partygoers were bundled up in winter attire along with gloves and scarves. There were a few morons like me wearingonly hoodies. The occasional drunk person wearing even less than that.
“You just need more to drink.” I nodded to the plastic cup in the snow at his feet. “Hurry up and finish that.”
He glanced at my hoodie with a frown. “How are you not freezing your ass off?”
I shrugged. “I did a few tequila shots before leaving the house.”
Auryn scanned the party, checking out the women. “Maybe I just need to get laid. Always a solid way to warm up.”
“I suppose that’s one way of doing it. You could also find someone to throw hands with. Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping.” I nodded to where two guys were already throwing punches at one another in the designated fight area beyond the headstones.
Auryn studied them for a moment before shaking his head. “I like to think of myself as a lover, not a fighter. Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I prefer to keep this pretty face intact.”
He smirked, giving a little toss of his head that made a lock of platinum blonde fall over his forehead. I shook my head, having no reply. There was nothing I could say to pop a hole in this man’s ego.
“Oh shit,” he said, staring across the graveyard. “Speaking of throwing hands tonight, Dom, your nemesis has arrived.”
Following his stare, I spotted Noah and Damon making their way through the crowd. “What the fuck are they doing here? They know they’re not welcome at our parties anymore.”
Auryn snatched up his cup from the ground, draining the contents in one swallow. “There’s only one reason Noah would be here, and you and I both know what that is.”
Tearing my gaze away from Noah before he caught me staring, I glared at Auryn. “Don’t make me punch you.”
He raised a hand in surrender. “Don’t take your shit out on me. We all know there’s something going on between you guys. Maybe it’s none of my business. Maybe it’s something you need to deal with. Whatever you decide to do, I’ve always got your back.”
If he knew that a few days ago Noah had jerked me off outside his house, Auryn would’ve probably had something else to say about it. The very sight of Noah pissed me off. How dare he come here after something like that? Clearly he wanted my attention. Well, he got it.
Finishing off my drink, I tossed the plastic cup in the snow and stalked over to where Noah and Damon stood. They each held a bottle of something, drinking and laughing with a few other people. I didn’t give a shit about any of it.
As if he sensed my approach, Noah glanced up. His expression was hard to read. Strangely calm and neutral. I pushed my way between the people he stood with, giving him a shove that sent him flailing backwards.
“Either you’re a goddamn idiot or you have balls of steel. What the hell are you doing here?” I gave Noah another shove. When Damon took a step toward me as if to intervene, I whirled around, raising a fist. “Back the fuck off right now. This isn’t about you. But it could be.”
“It’s cool, Damon.” Noah waved him off. “I’ve got this.”
“You need to leave before I do something that will land my ass in prison with all these witnesses.” Unable to hold myself back, I got dangerously close, right up in Noah’s face.
He stood there, unfazed, giving me very little reaction. “We’re only here to party, Dom. No harm intended.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I snarled. “What do you really want, Noah? Why are you here?”
