CHAPTER THREE
NOAH
I wasn’t sure why I’d let Damon talk me into attending this party. The frat scene wasn’t really for me. Although there was definitely plenty of eye candy to enjoy. Most of these guys clearly knew their way around the gym.
The house was huge, holding hundreds of people. There were two separate living room areas as well as a massive kitchen. People even filled the backyard despite the frigid temperature.
I sat on a red suede couch with a drink in one hand. Vodka on the rocks. I liked to keep it simple. Several times I caught a guy across the room looking my way. A tall hottie with dark hair and thighs that could no doubt crush a watermelon. Maybe if nothing better turned up tonight I would let him get on his knees for me.
Of course, when I pictured having a gorgeous man on his knees in front of me, it wasn’t this guy I envisioned. Dominik Taylor had a way of forcing himself into my fantasies. Making it all about him.
Dom was unarguably attractive. Deep brown hair, almost black. The perfect length to grab a nice handful. Hazel eyes that were a perfect ring of green surrounded by a perfect ring ofamber brown. A jaw sharp enough to cut. A body that no doubt looked fucking amazing without clothing.
Too bad he was such a fucking asshole though.
“I think I’m going to go talk to that redhead.” Damon nudged me, nodding to a girl standing near the door with two of her friends. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Sure. Good luck.” I raised my glass to him in cheers as he rose from the couch and ambled over to where she stood.
I watched him for a few minutes, noting how little effort it took my best friend to get attention. Being tall, dark haired, and handsome made it easy for him. As my glass drew closer to empty, I gave up my seat on the couch to navigate my way through the throng to the kitchen for a refill.
Music pounded through the house. I wasn’t even sure where exactly it came from. Some kind of hard dance music I wasn’t familiar with. A couple making out in the door frame of the kitchen forced me to squeeze past. In no time they would probably be fucking in the same spot.
Everyone’s inhibitions seem to go right out the window at parties like this. Nobody cared who saw them screwing. Twosomes became threesomes and sometimes more. Too bad most of it was hetero hookups. Not my vibe at all. I’d been gay as fuck since the day I was born and happily so.
“Hey, Noah.” A guy with a backwards hat wearing a jacket featuring the logo of the university’s hockey team, The Eradicators, nodded as I entered the kitchen. “I hear someone is looking for you. Rebel Kane I think.”
Of course he was. Certainly hadn’t taken long for the Graveyard Kings to come looking for me. They knew where I lived. I suppose it was better that they chose a public place filled with people. That meant they didn’t plan to kill me. Yet.
I wondered if that meant Dom was here too. Part of me kind of hoped so. I couldn’t help that I enjoyed our interactions.
“Cool. Thanks for the heads up.” I scanned the multitude of bottles on the wide kitchen island. Once I found my preferred brand of vodka, I topped up my glass with ice from the fridge and poured it full.
The hockey player and several of his friends were gathered around the dining table playing a game of beer pong. Every time one of them bounced the ball into a cup they cheered. Ridiculous.
Deciding to check out the second living room, I exited the kitchen on the side opposite from where I’d entered. That brought me into a hallway packed with people, making it especially difficult to push my way through.
Gritting my teeth in irritation, I saw a small opening and took it. Shoving through as I angled toward the living room threshold. I turned the corner into the living room, colliding with someone on their way out. The impact jostled my drink, causing vodka to splash over the rim of the glass onto the person in front of me.
I recognized his scent before I glanced up and met his eyes. A musky manly aroma mingling with a hint of mint. Dominik.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Dom stared down at the wet spot on his black T-shirt. “Are you serious right now, Cunningham?”
“Yes, I totally knew that you were going to be right there right this second, and I timed my arrival so I would spill half my drink on your shirt. You figured me out.” Sarcasm spilled out, refusing to be contained. For good measure, I rolled my eyes.
Dom held a beer in one hand. His other hand clenched into a tight fist. “You have a smarmy response to everything, don’t you?”
“I’d like to think so. Does that bother you?” Holding his intense stare, I quirked up a brow and grinned. It didn’t take much to get under Dom’s skin. I fucking loved it.
Before he could punch me in the face like I knew he wanted to, Casper Callahan was right there, shoving between us. With a hand on Dom’s chest, he shoved him back a few feet.
“We’re not here to fight,” Casper signed. “We just want to talk.”
Having a hearing impaired younger brother meant I easily understood Casper when he signed. Although he wasn’t hearing impaired, he was mute, which made that his primary form of communication.
“Where is Rebel?” I asked, glancing around the packed living room for any sign of the other Kings. “I heard he was looking for me.”
“He’s shooting pool in the basement,” Casper explained. “Will you come willingly, or are we going to have to force you?”
