“Despite Kane’s flaws, he’s the best man I know.” He exhales a deep breath. “I thought you would be good for each other.”
“Well, you were wrong.” I lean over the table, clasping my hands together. “And he’s not the best man I know.” I gaze into his eyes, hoping he knows I mean him.
My favourite song plays from the other room. My face lights up. “I love this song.”
Shane nods towards the other room. “Come on.” He stands, taking my hand and dragging me through the wooden door.
The band play in the bay window, strumming their guitar. The lead singer performs his own version of a popular song from my teenage days.
Shane walks through the crowd to the middle of the room, pulling me behind him.
“What are you doing?” I shout over the music, surrounded by a sea of people dancing all around us.
“Dancing.” He pulls me close, but this isn’t the sort of song you smooch to.
I laugh in his arms as he steps side to side, swaying his hips. A complete contrast to everyone else jumping up and down.
“You think my dancing is funny?” He laughs along with me, before spinning me around in the tight space we’ve squeezed into.
When he lets me go, I place my arm over my chest and jump up and down to the beat of the music, joining in with the rhythm of everyone else as the wooden floor beneath me shakes.
Shane rocks back on his heels as I soak up the atmosphere, letting the music take me away. Closing my eyes, the beat takes over my body.
A buzz in my core jolts me back to the present, the egg stimulator making my clit tingle. I hum out a moan, but with the music playing, I don’t think anyone heard me.
The song finishes and the next one is another track from my favourite band. I’m thankful for the slower pace, needing a minute to recover after the exertion. I dab the beads of moisturefrom my forehead with the palm of my hand, not wanting to ruin my makeup, then lift my arms above my head and sway to the music.
Shane’s still doing his side step, but I know he can dance. Though it’s been a while since I saw him dance, probably at his wedding.
Memories come rushing back of that day; him in his army uniform, lifting me into his arms and spinning me around the dance floor, my bridesmaid dress fanning out like a princess. He was everything I wanted in a man. Like a little girl wants to marry someone just like her dad when she grows up, I knew then I wanted to marry someone just like Shane. It makes sense why I attached myself to the next best thing. His best friend. But it’s always been Shane.
The crowd closes in on us, forcing our bodies closer together as we sway to the music. Our eyes lock. My chest rises and falls against his and the pulsing between my legs starts.
With our bodies touching, I wonder if he can feel the vibrations in my centre. Staring into his eyes, I imagine it’s him touching me, making my pussy tingle and my centre weep.
Shane pulls his hand from his pocket and circles my waist, holding me close. The vibration between my legs intensifies as if set to some sort of programme designed to bring me to the edge. It stops and starts again.
It’s torturous, almost painful as I strain to keep a straight face in front of Shane. My lips part as I let out a strangled moan.
His eyes darken as if he heard me, and I’ve awoken something primal inside him. The jackal is back, baring his teeth as if he’s also in pain. As if being this close to me is torturous for him. It’s not the first time I’ve seen the want in his eyes, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it while his arm snakes around my waist and as the vibration in my core intensifies again, a rumble vibrates in his chest. A growl protrudes from his lips, and hegrinds into me as we both move our bodies together, the beat of the music long forgotten.
We’re dancing to the beat of our hearts, our eyes locked in a trance.
I’m breathless, delirious. This is tantric, the electricity between us palpable as it zigs throughout my limbs, igniting my soul.
With his right arm wrapped around my waist, he keeps his left one in his pocket, no doubt trying to disguise his rock hard cock pressing against my belly as the egg vibrates inside me, making my clit throb.
Gazing into his deep brown eyes, everything around me fades away, my body like an orchestra as my heart thumps with the beat of a backing track. My breathing comes out in quick, shallow rasps. A hum vibrates from my lips as another vibration hits my core and a wave of heat spreads through my face. But is it my shadow or Shane making my body sing and strumming my heart into a crescendo?
I open my mouth, forming an O as I hold my breath, my body shaking in his arms, overcome with ecstasy.
His grip tightens, his other hand holding me close. It’s the only thing keeping me upright after being reduced to a boneless mess, with a flood in my knickers.
The pulse between my legs subsides, and I come back to earth. Shame climbing up my neck as if taking the air from my lungs. I fist his shirt, burying my face in his chest so he doesn’t see the embarrassment on my face. I’ve just come in my brother-in-law’s arms. What makes it worse was that I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and he doesn’t even know.
Or does he?
Fuck.
