Matty sways his hips, dancing up close to me. He grabs my hand and lays it on his hip, and I leave it there, guiding his body.
Fuck, it feels nice to pull him close.
“Just imagine how much this is pissing him off,” Matty says into my ear, his lips whispering and teasing something buried deep inside of me.
I hitch him close and swig from my drink. There are other people dancing and a small crowd forming, but I can see Jeremiah glaring straight at us.
Even he’s not fucked enough to try something else now, but I still keep one eye on him.
“Right,” I holler over the music. “Like we don’t even notice he exists.” I ride up closer to Matty, rubbing my leg to his leg as I nod my head to the music.
“Fuck yeah,” Matty gasps, riding back against me.
Our hips land together. The heat is building between us, burning like a furnace. It’s friction and temptation and need all at once. Matty’s fingers find my hair and draw through, the tug jolting my desire.
And just like that, something switches inside of me. The simmering rage I feel toward Jeremiah flares, becoming raw hunger instead.
I need Matty. I need him so bad it hurts.
“You know what would really piss him off?” I say, my lips only a few inches from Matty’s. I can’t believe what I’m about to do, but as the music crashes, I know I won’t be able to stop myself.
“What’s that?”
“This,” I answer and press my lips against his.
I take him with the full force of the music, one hand holding my beer and the other palming the back of his head. My instincts take over, and I pull him up as I slip my tongue between his lips, licking his teeth. Matty thrusts into my embrace, kissing me back just as hard.
His lips are soft and puffy, and I taste beer on his breath. It’s disorienting and perfect at the same time.
Matty and I are kissing.
Heat swells my cock, painfully hard in my jeans as he rubs against me and sways to the poppy beat of the punk band. My burning hunger doesn’t fade at all. It just grows stronger as his hand strokes down my bicep, and he breathes out the most delicious, teasing, sexy moans.
Finally, we both pull our lips away, and the world crashes back into place around us. My heart is pounding, and I could swear my cock is leaking just from the scent of him, sweet and clean.
How in the hell is that so nice?
Matty blinks as he holds my gaze, a mischievous smile on his face. “Damn,” he gasps. “You’re really good at that.”
I rub the back of my head. “Yeah. You, too.”
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, startling me. I pull it out and frown when I see a message from Billie.
“They need you back at the booth?” Matty asks, his hand still on my bicep, right where it belongs.
“No, ah, Billie says to take the rest of the day off and come back early tomorrow.”
I frown. My hands are shaking, and I’m not sure if it’s because of what just happened with Matty or because I’m probably in serious trouble with my job. When I glance up again, I check and see that Jeremiah has disappeared.
But Matty is still here. He draws his hand up slowly, almost shyly, then strokes the back of his fingers down my cheek. It’s such a tender gesture and so unexpected, it cuts through all the other emotions, pulling me back to him.
He bites down on his bottom lip, gazing up at me. “In that case,” he says, “maybe we could head back to your place?”
CHAPTERELEVEN
MATTY
The entranceto the convention center must be a portal to a different reality. There’s no other explanation for why I’m acting the way I’m acting.
