Lock and Key: Key Party, #1

By Sasha Devlin

Shane Willet has been crushing on his roommate Jake for as long as he can remember with no relief in sight. But as studious as Jake is explosive, Shane has given up hope of catching his friend’s eye. In an effort to get over him, Shane allows Jake to drag him to a Key Party—a sex party where men are thrown together by chance. Shane can only hope that hot sex with a virtual stranger will help him forget.

Key Parties are nothing new to a player like Jake Ritter, but tonight he has his own agenda. It involves leaving all other men behind and finally getting Shane in bed. Unbeknownst to Shane, Jake’s rigged the party for them to end up together. Under the cover of darkness, he will indulge in every kinky act that he’s been imagining over the past few months in a bid to bind Shane to him with sex.

Reality more than lives up to fantasy, and both men are left raw in the aftermath of their night of pleasure. Jake may think he knows all there is to know about men and sex, but Shane is going to teach him a thing or two about love…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha Devlin
• Release date: Apr 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533771933

Book preview

Chapter One

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Shane ran into Jacob’s back and tried to ignore how damn good his friend felt. The man’s muscles were discernible even through his button-down shirt. His cock twitched inside his jeans but Shane fought to ignore it. There was no use getting worked up over Jacob when he’d be paired with someone else once the party started in earnest. Not for the last time he wondered why he was here.

Jacob knocked on the door of a normal-looking house in this nice subdivision. Shane wasn’t sure what he expected, but the normalcy wasn’t it. There should be some sort of outward sign that the house was hosting a hook-up party. Maybe a giant red light shining from the roof. Hell, until Jacob had told him about it a few weeks ago, he hadn’t known such a thing existed.

Will you relax? Jacob squeezed his shoulder and Shane stared into the warmest brown eyes he’d ever seen. It was like starring into two pools of melted chocolate and Shane just wanted to dive right in. The heat from Jake’s grip seeped into him and Shane wished he had the courage to ask his friend to touch him all over.

I’m trying. Shane shrugged a few times but knew he wouldn’t be able to even come close to relaxing until he was half naked. And even then there was no guarantee. What if he had performance anxiety? What if he called out Jake’s name during sex?

You don’t have to look so unhappy. No one is going to do anything you don’t want. And you’ll be out of the house. It’ll be good for you, trust me.

Shane had sunk to a new low, but anything was better than staying at home on a Saturday night waiting to hear Jacob’s key in the lock. His roommate tried to be quiet, but there was no way he could know the way that Shane would sit up, his ear straining for any sound that let him know the object of his lust had returned home.

Jacob had never given him any false hope, but when you spent as much time in the close proximity of a gorgeous man as Shane had with him, there was no way to remain detached. It didn’t help that Jake wasn’t exactly shy about his body. Shane was more familiar with his roomie’s body than he was with his own.

The door opened and a bald man in dark-wash jeans and a fitted long-sleeve tee stood in the doorway. He had smooth caramel-colored skin and shoulders that would have shamed a linebacker. The man was good-looking in a way that made Shane sweat. Why had he let Jake talk him into this? His clothes might look the part, but he was already outclassed and he hadn’t even entered the house.

Hey, Jake! Come on in. The man pushed the screen door outward and gestured them inside. Jacob hugged the bald man and the two of them looked good together. Shane glanced back out the door. Maybe it wasn’t too late to escape. He was sure Jacob could catch a ride home, or maybe Jake would spend the night with buff, bald and beautiful. The thought turned Shane’s stomach even as it turned him on.

And you must be Shane.

The giant shoved a hand at him and Shane shook it without thinking. The grip all but swallowed his hand but the man clearly knew his strength. The smile seemed genuine, and Shane could admit that the green eyes did wonders for a face that was already breathtaking. Jacob’s told us lots about you. I’m Ware. You should come in, get a drink and meet the others.

Ware kept Shane’s hand in his grip and towed him deeper into the house. It was almost as if the man knew he was ready to bolt. The real estate agent in him noted the gleaming hard wood floors and the pristine crown molding. The walls were done in a warm oatmeal color that complimented the dark heavy furniture and framed the group in the sunken living room as if they were part of an art exhibit. No doubt one called Wet Dream Come to Life.

’Bout time you got here. A tall blond broke away from the group, ran up to Jacob and laid a very friendly kiss on his roommate’s lips.

Jealousy burned through him, but Shane couldn’t look away as the kiss turned from a brief brush of lips to a tongue dueling that would have made a porn star proud. He leaned forward, his cock biting into his zipper. The two of them looked so damn good together, but Shane wanted it to be his mouth on Jacob’s.

That’s enough, Stef. Jeez, give them man some air. Ware separated them and the blond, Stef, looked like a cat with cream. Now the man was sizing him up and Shane wanted to punch his face in. How could he be all over Jacob in one moment and practically fucking Shane with his gaze the next? A blush worked up to his cheeks and Shane tugged on his hair. He shouldn’t have cut it before he had something important to do.

Well aren’t you the pretty picture when you’re all flushed. Stef stalked toward him, and Shane had never felt more like prey in his life. He wasn’t an effeminate man, but there was something in Stef’s gaze that made him feel delicate. And not in a good way. More in an I can and will tear you apart way. Shane fervently hoped that he wasn’t paired with Stef.

Ware pushed Stef back a few steps and Shane let go of the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. The man’s gaze still made him nervous, but he had more room to maneuver if Stef came at him. Not that he’d be able to put up much of a fight. The man had him by a solid thirty pounds.

Ware introduced the other men, but Shane couldn’t keep the names straight. They were all good looking, solidly built, and comfortable with each other in a way that Shane had never been with other men. He couldn’t be more opposite if he had tried. He didn’t know when the party would officially begin, but he was pretty sure it would take some alcohol and a miracle for him to fit in. He perched on the edge of a brown club chair.

Here, Stef doesn’t mean to be that intense, but that’s just how he’s built. The voice came from a black Irish beauty who handed him a beer and then sat on the arm of his chair. Shane panicked. He wasn’t good at small talk on a good day, and he couldn’t remember the man’s name. The damnable blush started up his cheeks and he gulped at his beer. If ever there was a time for liquid courage it was now.

I’m Dev and you can relax. No one expects you to remember everyone’s names. He leaned in close to Shane’s ear. While I’d normally rather get punched in the junk than agree with Stef, he’s right. You are all pretty when you blush.

I’m not pretty. Shane knew he sounded defensive, but Dev just laughed and held his hands up.

No disrespect intended. I happen to like guys who look like you. Dev’s eyes gave him a thorough perusal that had Shane shifting in his seat. There was no way to hide his hard-on, and though this was what he’d come for, he couldn’t hide his twinge of embarrassment.

Facts. He needed them if he was going to be in control.

So tell me how this works?

We all fall upon the new guy in a ravaging pile of cocks and lube. The first one to come gets fucked by every other guy here. The words spoken against his neck made Shane shudder.