Inside | Shane Harte

25 | A daring move

The loud music fills my ears completely and I just lose myself to it. I've had a little too much to drink but it's fine, I feel a lot better when I'm drinking. I'm sick and tired of being shy and careful about everything, I just want to feel like I'm free to do whatever I want for a change.

It's saturday and I'm at Trevor's frat house party, because they apparently have parties every saturday. Crystal barely had to beg me to come this time, I actually felt like going anyway.

I've seen Shane and Bridget being all over each other all night, ever since we got here. When I now glance quickly to the right, I can see how they're almost kissing.

"Okay, fuck it" I curse and search through the huge crowd looking for my second favorite person here of the opposite gender.

"Trevor, I've been drinking way too much and I really need to rest for a bit. Where is your room?" I ask him and he smiles a little and grabs my hand. He leads me through the crowd, including Shane, who follows us with his eyes with a furious look on his face. I smirk at him.

Trevor leads me up some stairs and through a hallway before finally opening one of the doors. His room is really nice, it's got the more 'cooler' look to it compared to Shane's stylish and clean room.

"It's really nice" I smile and walk up to one of his bookshelves. It contains at least 100 books, making my eyes widen.

"Thanks. You see any interesting books over there?" he asks, and I shrug.

"Too many"

A few seconds of silence pass by before the door opens harshly. Shane's standing in the doorway with an annoyed look on his face.

"Trevor, come with me"

Me and Trevor look at each other and I give him a sympathetic smile before he exits the room with Shane. The door closes and I'm left alone for a few minutes. After a while, the door cracks open again, but this time it's Shane who's walking inside. Alone. He locks the door behind him.

"Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" he asks with a rather calm voice, his hands resting on his hips.

"The more convenient question would be, what are you doing?" I ask while putting my hands on my hips as well.

"What I'm doing? What- okay so you're asking me what I'm doing when you're the one being all over Trevor?"

I burst out laughing and I place my hand over my mouth trying to stop myself.

"No Shane, YOU are the one who's all over Bridget" I chuckle ironically and he stays silent for a few seconds.

"Either way, I don't like it when you go to other guys and crave attention"

"Okay, so why do you do that exact thing yourself then?"

"Actually, Bridget's the one who's all over me" he corrects me, but then he changes from annoyed to smirking. "So, you were trying to make me jealous then? Because you can't stand the thought of me fucking Brid-"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear any more" I interrupt him and his smirk grows even bigger.

"Why?" he asks and takes a few challenging steps towards me. I nervously clear my throat.

"Um, I'm going to go see what Trevor's up to" I say while taking a step towards the door, but he stops me by gently putting his arm in front of me. I back into the wall behind and he follows my move. His arms are caressing me and his face is buried into my neck.

"You don't have to pretend anymore" he whispers against my neck, and when his breath hits my skin I shiver.

"I'm not-"

"Kayla" he interrupts me and stares hypnotically into my eyes, almost feels like he's looking deeply into my soul. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like me. If you haven't been lying about your feelings, I'll believe you"

My eyes slowly travel around his face, noticing his unique and personal - and so beautiful - features, before looking into his eyes again. I try to get the words out but my mouth won't pronounce the words. I really want to slap myself right now.

"I... I..." I try, but I can't say anything further. I'm simply not able to. He smirks.

"That's what I thought..." he whispers while slowly leaning in to kiss me. Our lips meet and he takes full control over the situation. His lips are moving very slow but demanding, making me eager to go faster, but he doesn't allow me to.

His arms sneak up around my waist and I automatically wrap my legs around him while he carries me to the bed. He places me down slowly in the middle of the bed and places himself on top. His lips release mine and continue along my jawline where he plants small kisses, and on to my neck.

His tongue gently massages my soft spot right below my ear, making me moan silently. He continues sucking further down on my neck and I place my hands on his stomach, feeling every ab all the way down to the edge of his shirt. He instantly gets the hint and quickly pulls the shirt over his head.

His lips reconnect with mine but this time he gently licks my lower lip to ask for entrance, and I obey. Our tongues meet in a gentle dance and my hands travel over his naked back up to his hair which I pull slightly. He groans silently while tugging at my shirt with his hands.

I don't hesitate a second before taking off my shirt, and he slowly pulls away to have a look at me. He smiles, but this time it's not like a creepy smirk, more a gentle happy smile.

"You're beautiful Kayla" he whispers while tracing a few fingers over my collarbone. I smile and kiss him again, starting to feel really confident by the alcohol. The slow, hypnotic kiss develops into a more rough, fast one as I unbutton his jeans.

He takes them off revealing his growing crotch. I place my hand gently over it and he freezes for half a second, pulls away from the kiss and bites his lip. I grin and give the bulge a gentle squeeze making him gasp and groan. He stares into my eyes and places his hand around my chin.

"You drive me crazy" he whispers with a hoarse voice while tugging at my pants. I pull them off quickly and he runs his fingers along the insides of my thighs, and electricity shoots through my stomach.

He kisses me again while unhooking my bra, and I take it off and toss it aside. He grabs my boobs and brush my nipple with his thumb, making me no less crazy than last time he did it. I moan and grab his bulge once again, slightly harder this time, and he moans back.

"Shane..." I whisper and he stops. "Condom"

"Of course" he whispers while standing up beside the bed and starts searching through Trevor's drawers. I giggle as he intensively throws the contains in the drawers all around himself. Finally, he picks up a square-shaped plastic package with a grin and walks back to me on the bed and kisses me again.

He pulls down his boxers and starts fumbling with the condom, but quickly wrap it over his shaft. He then places himself on top of me and slowly pulls down my panties.

"Shane..." I whisper, and he places a hand around my shin.

"I'll be really careful, Kayla. Tell me if you want to stop and we'll stop. You don't ever need to feel forced or anything. I'm all yours" he whispers back, and I smile.

"Go on" I tell him, and he does.