It was so crazy how one little kiss could light a spark that led to such a huge explosion. Shane stood and pulled his boxers down his powerful thighs. I licked my lips as his dick sprang free and lifted toward his stomach. I had come to learn the three stages of Shane’s need for me: hard, harder, hardest. At the moment he was definitely reaching the hardest, and I grew wet when I saw the tip of his dick weeping for me.

“Did you see anything you wanted to try first?” His voice was all throaty, a sure sign that he was just as needy for me as I was for him.

I blushed and nodded. Shane smiled down at me tenderly. “Which one?”

I pointed toward the first toy, the one that had caught my attention the most. It was odd looking, as they all were, but this one looked the safest. Shane tilted his head and turned toward the large, unopened bottle of lubricant. I was in awe as he put a few squirts into his hands and rubbed them over his straining dick. He stilled for a moment as his rough fingers stroked over his sensitive flesh, and I realized that he still had that hang up despite our healing lovemaking that morning.

When his dick was shiny with the lubricant, he reached for the toy and slipped the ring part down over his shaft. He had to stretch it wide to fit, but when it was in place he looked nearly twice as big as he hand moments ago. My mouth went dry and my sex grew wetter. I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease some of the ache that was starting to consume me.

Shane squirted a small amount of the lubricant into his hand and came back to the bed. As he reached me, I caught the scent of the lubricant. “Lemon?” I said with a grin.

“Our favorite.” He winked as he climbed onto the huge bed on his knees. The lubricant was room temperature, but my body was on fire so it felt a little chilly as he rubbed the thick liquid over my clit through the crotchless skirtini. “Don’t want you to get friction burn, beautiful.”

I moaned as his fingers lingered, warming the lubricant as he massaged it into my aching flesh. As good as this felt, I was ready to tell him to forget the toys. All I wanted was him. But before I could open my mouth, he leaned over me and kissed me. My thighs spread wider for him, and I whimpered as the tip of his slick dick slipped into me.

Nipping at my lip, keeping me distracted while he reached between us and pressed a button at the same time, he slipped completely into me. My finger nails dug into his back at the first feel of the vibrations on my clit. The sensation felt so good, so amazing, that it scared me for a moment. Shane didn’t move as he let me become accustomed to the feel of the little vibrator that had pleasure nubs rubbing over my aching clit.

“Do you like this?” he asked in that desire roughened voice that never failed to send shivers down my spine.

“Y-yes. Oh, yes!” I gasped when he moved, causing the vibrator to glide across my clit while he gently thrust deep. “Oh, oh, I like this.”

“Fuck, baby!” He buried his face in my neck. “Watching you like this is killing me! Come for me, so I can empty into you. I swear I will do it all over again. As many times as you want. Just please come with me now.”

His words shattered me. My nails scraped across his back as my inner muscles clenched around his thick arousal. I felt the first hot, thick jet of his release and convulsed around him.

“AHHHHH!” I cried, coming apart for him harder than I could ever remember doing before.

Over the next three hours, Shane gave me one explosive orgasm after another, all with a different toy. I found that I loved playing with him like this and was almost scared that I’d become addicted to it. Breathless from another mind blowing release, I lay on top of Shane. We were both damp with sweat and borderline exhausted. With a growl, he held me close and I pillowed my head on his chest, comforted by the heavy pounding of his heartbeat.

“You are amazing,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.

“So are you.”

“It’s never been like this for me before,” Shane confessed. “I’ve never felt like this.”

Curious, I propped my head up on my hand. “How do you feel?”

“More alive. Free. Captivated and enthralled.” He grinned. “I’m a little in awe of you and how much I love you, beautiful.”

My smile wasn’t as big as his as I tried to keep my sudden tears from spilling. “Me too. It’s a little scary.”

“No, baby. It is crazy scary, but that’s not a bad thing.” He pulled me back down so that I had my head on his chest once more. “Let’s get some rest and play some more.”

“You know, I really like it here.”

“Good. I’m glad I didn’t freak you out.”

“Maybe we can try out a few of the other rooms next time.”

He laughed. “Sure. Whichever one you want, beautiful.” 

Chapter 19

Harper

The yelling woke me from a deep sleep.

It took me a good thirty seconds to realize where I was. Over the last several months, I had spent equal time in Shane’s bed as I had my own. During that time I hadn’t slept alone once, so I was even more confused because I was alone now.

Shane’s raised voice brought me out of my confusion, and when I heard Lana join in, I became concerned. Since her miscarriage Lana’s emotions had been all over the place, but she had started acting more and more like the old Lana. By the time Drake had proposed a month ago we were all sure she was going to be alright.

But the way she was yelling at the moment told me she was far from fine about something. I could actually hear tears in her voice as she yelled at Shane.

Tossing the covers back, I grabbed the robe I had been leaving at Shane’s place. I was completely naked, but there was no time for more than the thin robe. I was just pulling it closed and tying it tight when I threw the door open and rushed down the hall to the living room.

The voices were louder now that they weren’t muffled behind the thick door of Shane’s bedroom. “I don’t give a fuck what you say! There will be no bachelor party.”

I froze in the entrance to the living room. Bachelor party? This was the first time I had heard anything about one, but of course I should have thought Shane would want to throw one for his brother. Still, I knew a little about the last bachelor party Shane and his brother had in Vegas just the year before.

“It isn’t going to be like that!” Shane defended. “I swear to you, sis. This is just going to be a bunch of guys getting together and catching up.”

“Which really means you are all going to a strip club. No.”

Yeah, that was the picture that had invaded my mind the minute the words bachelor party had been mentioned. If I had a say in it, my answer would be a loud no, too. In the months that Shane and I had been dating, we’d been nearly inseparable. I hadn’t even had one reason to be jealous of other women, but suddenly I was feeling very insecure.

“I told you, Lana. No strippers. No booze. Just OtherWorld and Demon’s Wings getting together to jam and relax.” Shane glared down at the woman that was going to become his sister-in-law in just a little over a week. “Don’t be selfish, Lana. Drake deserves a party.”

Lana gasped and I watched as the color drained from her cheeks. “Is that what I am? Selfish?” The hurt in her voice and shining out of her amber eyes twisted something in my chest. “So it’s selfish to feel like this? To be scared out of my mind when it was one of your parties that nearly destroyed us in the first place?”

Shane flinched as if she had slapped him. “No! Look, I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. But you have to trust him, Lana. He isn’t going to hurt you again. Not when he has everything he could ever possibly want now.”

“You know what? Fine! Go, have your fucking party. But that just means that I can have one of my own.” Lana turned her head and meet my gaze. I saw the hurt, the defiance, and the vengeance burning in her eyes and had to bite my cheek to keep from grinning. “Right, Harper?”

Shane’s head snapped around. His blue-gray eyes narrowed, but I didn’t even look his way. “It’s going to be epic,” I assured my friend.

“Now wait a minute,” Shane said as I moved past him to hug Lana.

But I tuned him out, already making plans for Lana’s party. “Let’s call Dallas. She will know exactly what to do. I’m thinking Emmie and Layla will want in on it too.”

“Harper, it’s not a traditional bachelor party!” Shane tried to explain as I picked up the cordless by the couch and punched in the number for my apartment. “I swear there isn’t any reason for you to be mad.”

“Who said I was mad?” I asked as I waited for Dallas to pick up on the other end of the phone. “Why should I be mad that you’ve probably been planning something like this from the moment you knew Drake was going to ask Lana to marry him but I’m only hearing about it now?”

“Because you and Lana weren’t supposed to know about it at all,” he muttered half under his breath.

“Yeah, and I would have remained ignorant if I hadn’t heard him on the phone with Axton about the party Friday night.” Lana glared at him. “And trust me, knowing that you are planning this stupid thing with Axton Cage only makes me more anxious.”

Dallas finally picked up the phone. “If this isn’t Lana or Harper I’m hanging up,” she warned.

“It’s me,” I assured her. “Did you know anything about the bachelor party this Friday?”

“No way!” she exclaimed. “Why would I fucking know?”

“Because your man is helping plan it with mine.”

“Fucking assholes!” she bit out. She and Axton were still holding on even through Dallas’s continued insecurities about Gabriella Moreitti and Axton. “He never mentioned it.”

“You know what we have to do, right?”

“I’ll make the arrangements. I know the perfect club.”

“Good. I’ll see you in an hour and we can plan it out. I say since the bachelor party is Friday, then so is Lana’s.” I glanced at my friend and she only nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do, but this might be something that will require the redhead’s help.”

I snorted, knowing by ‘redhead’ Dallas meant Emmie. Those two had become friends during the time Lana’s family had stayed on the East Coast right after she had come home from the hospital. “Emmie it is then.”

Shane groaned and I knew exactly what he was thinking. For one thing, Emmie probably didn’t know about the bachelor party. For another, if Emmie was going to be going to a bachelorette party, then so was Layla.

Nik and Jesse were going to kick his ass!


Shane

With Harper still upset with me, I had to move fast to make other arrangements. I knew that Emmie wasn’t going to help me, mainly because when I had begged she pointedly refused. She was helping with plans for Lana’s party and to hell with me.

As the days quickly passed, I kept on my toes altering the one party to crashing another. Because Emmie was doing the arranging, I knew that it was going to be almost impossible to get into whatever club she was renting out for the evening. But I had to make sure that we did crash it, or I was going to have three angry men kicking my ass.

Jesse was the first one to call me and nearly rip my head off over the phone. He and Layla were coming out a day earlier than expected just because of the party, and after seeing the way my friend had nearly knocked my brother’s head off a few months ago, I was eager to put things right.

“So now you have not only hurt Lana, but you also have my wife going to some party that I know will be hard-core with the way Em has been dropping hints,” Jesse snarled over the phone. “Oh, and Layla is pissed at me! So thanks, bro.”

“Why is she mad at you?” I demanded. “You weren’t in on this.”

“It doesn’t really matter to her or Emmie right now. Nik’s in the dog house too. Good luck with that, by the way.”

Nik had been more pissed than Jesse. “I’m sleeping in a bed that isn’t mine!” he raged thirty minutes after Jesse had called me. “You better fucking fix this, Shane. Emmie is making me sleep in your room.”

Of course neither one of my band brothers could compare to how furious Drake was. Lana was staying at Harper’s until after the party. I was sure that I was going to have the bruise on my chin for a good month. My brother was like a bear with a sore paw the way he was acting. “I told you, no party!” he had yelled right before he caught me off guard with the punch to the face.