Page 40 of Lustful Nights

“Tell me anything.” He squirms in my lap, and I take control. I keep hold of his hips, rubbing him back and forth on top of my aching dick. His legs tremble, a soft sigh escaping his thick lips.

“You’re so perfect, Lennox. I can’t tell you all the ways I imagine taking you. On my bed, the couch, my bike, hell, even the kitchen counter. I’ve thought of you naked on every surface in this house. The way your eyes dilate when I take control and command you. You seem like someone who thinks he likes to have all the control. But, sweetheart? You don’t. You love it when I tell you what to do. When I instruct you exactly how much to suck, or when to lick and spit on my cock. How I guide your body in unique positions to make both of us feel good. The way I can make your body shiver and tremble in ways that I can guarantee no other man has. You crave to have my hands on you just as much as I need to touch you. Fuck, Lennox. I’m obsessed with you.”

I pull the shirt off his body, tossing it to the side. I rub my beard against his chest, and Lennox gasps before attacking my mouth with his. We’re lips, tongue, and teeth; a mess of a kiss happening between us. I massage his ass cheeks before pushing him down to grind down on me. We become absorbed in each other, our hands roaming every inch of skin they can touch, our mouths never leaving one another. There’s a click that echoes throughout the room, but I’m too consumed with Lennox to care. His soft whimpers are spurring me on, my hand grabbing hold of his neck to keep him in place.

“What the fuck is going on?” a voice roars loudly, Lennox squeaking as he falls off my lap. Standing in the doorway to the living room is Nick, and he’s seething. His eyes keep darting from me to Lennox, his face becoming a deep red. “I fucking asked what the hell is going on?”

I glance back at Lennox, who’s sitting on the couch with his arms wrapped tightly around him. My hands rummage around the sofa until it connects with the fabric of my shirt. I grab it then set it over Lennox’s head, waiting for him to put his arms through. The entire time I’m helping Lennox get dressed, Nick stands a few feet away from us, not saying a word.

“Jensen?” Lennox says, barely audible, and I can see how nervous he is.

“I got this, sweetheart.” I place a kiss on his lips before standing up and looking at my best friend. “We need to talk.”

“The hell we do. What the fuck is this shit? You and Lennox?” He glares at me before directing his anger to Lennox. “And what about you? Is this who you’ve been seeing? The one you wouldn’t tell me about? I can fucking see why you wanted to keep it a secret.”

“Nick, calm the hell down,” I yell, stepping in front of Lennox, trying to shield him from Nick’s rage. “We were planning to tell you.”

“The right time to tell me would have been as soon as it happened. Better yet, it shouldn’t have happened at all. Fuck this and fuck you both. I’m out.”

He charges out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. The silence is deafening, my eyes trained on the spot my best friend just left. A soft whine catches my attention, and I turn around, my heart breaking when I see the tears streaking down Lennox’s face.

17

LENNOX

“I needto talk to him. Alone. Give me a second,” I tell Jensen, jumping off the couch and rushing after Nick. I reach his car door, grabbing hold of the window trim. “Please, can we talk?” I am 100% aware I’m standing outside in only a T-shirt and it’s cold as hell, but I can’t let him leave like this. I pull on the hem of the shirt before pleading again. “Please.”

Nick scrubs his hands down his face, but complies, climbing out of his car. “I can’t fucking believe this,” he seethes as he paces back and forth in front of me.

“We wanted to tell you. Hell, he was the one who kept saying we should let you know.”

“You know, you’ve always been one to pick the absolute worst men, but this is the icing on the cake. Picking a man who’s only ever been with women? It’s like you’re trying to get hurt.”

“He’s your best friend. Do you really think he’s going to hurt me?”

“Exactly!” Nick screams, stepping farther away from me. “He’smyfucking best friend, and the two of you decided to act like immature little brats and keep this a secret from me. If therewas nothing wrong with what you’re doing, then why hide it? Why not tell me what was going on?”

“Be-because I knew this is how you would react.”

“Bull fucking shit, Lennox! Of all the people in the whole damn world, why Jensen? All you do is fuck up your relationships or pick the shittiest men. Why go after him?”

The tears are flowing freely down my face, and I can’t get them to stop. I knew Nick might be angry, but I never imagined it would be this bad. And I guess I didn’t realize how little he actually thought of me. “I fell in love,” I whisper, dropping my head to my chest.

Nick laughs, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “I don’t believe this shit. Get out of my way, Lennox.”

“Let him go, Lennox.” Jensen’s deep voice cuts in, and both Nick and I look in his direction. He and Nick stare at one another, a filter of emotions covering both of their faces. Shock, anger, betrayal.

“Okay,” I say quietly, retreating from the car and heading toward Jensen. I keep facing forward until I hear the slam of his door and the squeal of the brakes as he races out of the driveway. “I’m s-s-sorry,” I hiccup, trying to brush away the tears that won’t stop falling.

“Hey, hey,” Jensen coos, coming to stand next to me. “It’ll be okay. I promise. He’s just upset.”

“He’s livid, Jensen. This level of anger from Nick is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, and trust me, I’ve seen him plenty angry. I don’t know what to do.” I fall forward, instantly feeling the safety of Jensen’s arms around me.

“I know he’s upset, but he’ll get over it. He only wants what’s best for you.” With soft lips, he kisses my forehead, then reaches down, placing his hands under my ass. He lifts me into the air, my legs instinctively encircling him. I place my arms around his neck, holding on securely as he walks us toward his house.I snuggle close to his neck, my sobs slowing down. His touch continues rubbing up and down my back, reassuring me he’s here for me.

He places me down carefully on his bed before blanketing my body with his. “Are you okay?” he asks, one hand coming up to rub my cheeks. “I’m so damn sorry, Lennox. What he said and how he acted…” He blows out a breath, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my best friend. And you know that wasn’t Nick. Once he gets home and really thinks about it, he’ll realize how badly he reacted.”

“And if he doesn’t?” I ask, knowing I’ll never make Jensen choose between me and Nick.

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