Page 45 of Lustful Nights

“Heh. Come on in,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “The guys are down the hall in the living room. I’m gonna get dressed.”

After getting my clothes back on, I go to the front where Lennox and Tristan are setting up the karaoke machine that Tristan brought over. Jonas found a spot on the couch next to Preston, whose cheeks are bright red. He’s whispering in his ear and I’m not sure if his blushing is from Jonas or the alcohol. Jonas says something else in his ear that has him tossing back his shot and shaking his head.

Bash makes everyone take another shot as the karaoke gets set up. I’m not much of a singer, but I’ve had a couple shots, so if I were to sing in front of a room of strangers, now would be the time. Tristan goes first, showing off his amazing voice as we all listen in awe. Lennox and Declan do a duet, flaunting some dance routine to an *NSYNC song they must have practiced a hundred times. My turn comes around and I shake my head no, but when Lennox flashes me his big doe eyes, I roll mine, knowing he has me under his thumb. I sing a Nickelback song,much to the chagrin of others. If they’re making me sing, then they’re going to listen to what I want to play.

Tristan convinces Preston to belt it out with him, and they have the time of their lives dancing around the living room.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe the voices on both of them,” Lennox tells me as he sits in my lap. I rub my hands up and down his thighs, slipping one underneath his skirt. “Oh, are you being dirty right now, Jensen? You know we’re in a room full of my friends,” he chides, wagging his finger in my face.

I lean forward until my lips are next to his ear, “So you’re telling me, if I said I was so fucking horny right now, and I wanted to put my cock in your mouth, you would say no?”

Lennox’s chest rises rapidly, his eyes darting around the room. “That’s not fair,” he whines, squirming on my lap. “You know I can’t say no to that.”

I kiss his cheek, smiling, “I’m just kidding, sweetheart. Hang out with your friends and have fun. But I promise you, once they all leave, I’m going to come down your throat.”

“Oh god, yes,” he moans quietly. “That’s so fair.”

Lennox and his friends play games for a few more hours. Preston and Jonas leave first, but Preston’s too drunk to drive, so Jonas offers to take him home. Shortly after them, Bash, Tristan, Cole and Oakley head out, leaving Lennox, Declan, and me.

“Do you care if I crash on your couch tonight?” Declan yawns, pulling his shirt over his head. Guess he’s not waiting for an answer. He plops down on the cushion, closing his eyes. I snatch one of my extra blankets and a pillow from my bedroom and bring them out for him to use.

“You have some pretty great friends,” I tell Lennox later that night when we’re in bed. We’re both satisfied from having come in each other’s mouths during our shower.

Lennox snuggles in closer and kisses my pec. “Yeah, they’re truly amazing.” I’m so damn thankful I met them.”

His eyes drift closed, and I pull him tightly against me. There was only one thing missing tonight.

Nick.

I guess it’s time I go talk to him in person.

19

LENNOX

‘Cherry Pie’by Warrant blasts through the speakers as the neon lights shine brightly in my eyes. I jump up onto the pole, wrapping my leg around it to balance myself. Using my hands, I lift myself up before leaning back and dropping. The audience gasps as I slowly slide down the rod, a devilish smirk playing on my face. I stay on it for a few more seconds, then get off, continuing with my routine. I’ve learned some new moves from Cole, who’s a damn good dancer. He’s shown all of us a few unique tricks we’re all trying out tonight. I sway my hips as I walk over to the chair placed in the center of the stage. Grabbing the back of the seat, I twirl it in a circle before sitting in it, my back toward the crowd. I spread my legs wide and lean backward in the chair, arching myself up.

My mind flashes to this morning with Jensen in the shower. The way he worked my body effortlessly with his fingers and tongue and had me coming down the drain in no time at all. I’ve never been with a man who has made me feel such amazing sensations with the slightest of gentle touches. Every day I spend with him, the more I fall in love and the more I want to give him all of me. It’s been a week since the game night at his house andI’ve spent every night wrapped in his arms. He’s the only man I’ve ever met who’s been worthy of that part of me. Now I just need to figure out when to do it. I shake my head, not wanting to get hard while I’m on the stage in front of random men.

The song ends as I wrap up my last dance move, and I pause, catching my breath. Before the next number starts, I take my time walking around the club, gathering my tips. Tristan’s song is up next, and I walk toward the bar. Preston is facing away from the crowd, his head hanging low. I haven’t seen him since the other night at Jensen’s house. He might have had a little too much to drink, which was why I was so damn thankful that Jonas took him home. As many times as I’ve hung out with Preston, I’ve never witnessed him consume that much.

“Hey,” I say, my eyes widening when Preston yelps loudly. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Preston turns around, his gaze red-tinted and watery as though he was crying. “No, it’s my bad. I shouldn’t have been facing away from the crowd.” He turns back around, grabbing me a water bottle from the fridge under the counter. “Here, you go.”

I grab onto his hand, holding him in place. “Are you okay?” I ask, my heart breaking at his sullen expression. Preston is the epitome of good. He’s always a bubbly, cheerful, albeit clumsy, guy, but for the past couple of weeks, I’ve watched him get sadder with each passing day.

“I’m okay.” He blows out a breath, closing his eyes. “I’ll be okay. I promise. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“You know, telling me not to be concerned about you is going to make me worry even more. I’m here if you ever need to talk, okay?” I squeeze his hand, hoping I can offer a sense of comfort to him.

“Okay, thank you. I’m gonna go grab something from the back.”

He turns and heads to the end of the bar, bumping into Jonas. I watch as Jonas bends his knees, trying to make eye contact with Preston, who refuses to look at him. Jonas’ hand finds Preston’s arm as Preston shakes his head roughly. I can’t hear their conversation, but Jonas appears to be getting agitated. It looks as though he’s attempting to plead with him, but Preston just keeps shaking his head. Jonas lets go of his arm, running his hands through his hair before grabbing hold of him again. Preston pushes at Jonas’ chest before disappearing through the back door, Jonas’ eyes staying trained on him for a few seconds after he’s left.

Jonas sees me staring at him and walks over to me. “Do you know what’s up with Preston?” he inquires, looking again at the spot Preston had just vacated.

Taking a sip of my cold water, I shrug. “No, he wouldn’t tell me. But it looked like he was crying.”

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