Page 61 of Unexpected Prejudice

Despite still being trapped in the euphoria of sex and drugs, I began to recognize the person in front of me. The blurry shadows transformed into a clear face, and it wasn’t the face of a stranger lurking in the dark but of a much more dangerous man. A man I thought was a threat. A man I believed I hated until he appeared in my drug-fazed fantasy.

Jordan.

Why did I imagine him looking at us right now? Why was my mind choosing to show me his beautiful face? Why was I so focused on his full, parted lips when I was on the verge of coming inside my boyfriend’s mouth?

I knew I was tripping because there was no possible way Jordan was staring at us with hungry eyes and an open mouth. Right? Why else would he be here, adjusting his obvious erection, licking his lips, and looking at us with pure euphoria?

Maybe, deep down, I wanted this, too. To be engaged in something new and different. To be involved with such a beautiful human and to allow myself to feel desired.

“Fuck,” I moaned, feeling heat spread through my body as my imagination kept messing with me, showing me an illusion of something I didn’t know I wanted. Clenching Jessie’s hair, I forced him to increase his rhythm.

“Oh shit, Jessie. I’m coming,” I cried out as my cock throbbed inside his mouth, and my hips jolted from the chair. My orgasm hit me like waves of fiery heat that washed away every bit of tension from my body. So much so that, for a moment, I forgot all of my worries.

It was that intense. That good. That pure.

Jordan

Did I just stand in the shadows like a creep and watch Jess sucking Levi’s cock? Yes, I did.

Did I find it hot as hell? Yes to that as well.

Did it surprise me that I was hard because of them? Absolutely not.

I found them hot to begin with, and let’s be honest, what gay man in his right mind wouldn’t get hard from watching two hot guys giving each other head? Levi’s face as he came was striking and so unexpectedly vulnerable. Usually, he had this stone-like expression that was impossible to read, but sometimes it slipped, and when it did, he was beautiful. Having said that, I carried zero feelings toward him or Jess. Sure, I found them sexy, fun, and cute, but I wasn’t interested in either. Not in a way that went beyond sex.

The only person I cared for in a way that went beyond physical was Shay-Lee, and right now, he was nowhere to be seen.

We’d arrived at this weird-as-hell desert party about an hour ago, and Shay-Lee had disappeared into the crowd about thirty minutes in. I had begun searching for him—which was impossible with the number of wasted and drunk people surrounding me—and instead, I stumbled upon Jess and Levi. I was pretty sure Levi had noticed me, but from the look of it, he was too high to realize I was there.

I started to walk back to my original spot and decided to try and call Shay-Lee one more time. I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t pick up. With how loud the music was, I could barely hear my thoughts. Fuck, I sounded old. But what could I say? I was never a big fan of raves and clubs, mostly because I didn’t do drugs. When you aren’t high or drunk as fuck, those places are worse than hell. You had to squeeze your way between sweaty strangers; it was always smelly and smoky, and the music was often too loud to enjoy. And the worst part was that you needed to pay for the pleasure of suffering. No, thank you.

Call me old, but I preferred spending Friday night in front of the TV with some tasty food and my boyfriend. Not that I had one. But there was definitely a guy I wanted to make my boy—

“Watch out!” I shouted at the idiot who bumped into my shoulder, almost making me fall.

“Sorry, bro,” the guy mumbled while leaning on the half-dressed chick beside him and sipping his beer.

Not bothering to say anything else, I shoved my hands into my pockets and continued to walk while trying to avoid other idiots. I was so unprepared for this party that I was still in my gym clothes. Taking my shirt off, I tucked it in the waistband of my boxer briefs but was still left wearing my sweats from early on. Even worse? They had the school logo on them. Way to tell people I was underage. Not that anyone gave a shit around here.

Returning to the main dance area, which was now completely full, I checked out the DJ stage, where a few dancers moved to the beat. They were good—sexy—but dancing was never really my thing.

I was about to walk away when one of the dancers caught my eye. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t surprised to see a half-dressed Diesel dancing like he was born for it. I remembered Jess and Levi mentioning he was a dancer, but I had no idea how good he was. It set my body on fire, and my blood boiled just from looking at the guy. I didn’t think I had ever held such intense hatred toward another human being as much as I did for him. Sure, I resented my dad, but I had every reason for that. Diesel? I barely knew him and already loathed him to my core. Everything about him spoke of danger, from the violence in his black eyes to the aggression in his silence.

Even his dancing, as mesmerizing as it was, looked like a fight.

His muscles that moved so smoothly were tense and ready.

His spins that were on rhythm were sharp and alert.

His chest, which rose and fell with the heat of the dance, made him look like a ruthless beast.

And for a split second, I caught a glimpse of his dark and unforgiving eyes—monster’s eyes.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the stage. The warm touch made me forget about Diesel, and I turned to see Shay-Lee pulling me after him as he threaded himself between people.

“I was looking all over for you,” I shouted over the music.

“Found me,” he shouted back, not bothering to turn around.