Page 12 of Lustful Nights

“The real reason I keep going back to Peaches.” Lennox doesn’t move, standing still, waiting for me to continue. I gaze at his face again, my eyes drifting to the small mole above his lip that I noticed before. The mole that’s right above those perfectly plump, pink lips. Fuck, I want to taste those lips. I take a step closer, my hand coming out to grab hold of his waist.

“Jensen?” The soft whisper of my name reaches my ears, and I wonder for a moment if I actually heard it. He bites his lower lip, drawing my attention back to his luscious mouth. What the hell? When have I ever thought of lips as lush before?

Without thinking about it, my hand moves up, slowly releasing his lip from his teeth. Lennox sucks in a breath, a visible shiver running through his body. On autopilot, I lean forward, closing the already small space between us. My lips gently brush against his, my body frozen. Lennox deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. A soft whimper escapes him, urging me on. With quick movements, I wrap my armsaround his waist, bringing him close to me. My heart beats wildly, his kiss intoxicating. I’ve kissed women before. Hell, I’ve kissed a lot of women, but I’ve never felt like this. Lennox whimpers again, grinding his rock-hard erection into mine. My dick throbs and I pull away, my chest heaving.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, gazing at Lennox.

He looks up at me, his pupils blown wide. He looks so damn gorgeous. Not waiting for him to say anything, I attack his mouth again. I lick at his lips, coaxing them open for me before I take charge. I take my time worshiping his mouth, groaning when Lennox presses his dick against me repeatedly. My hands find his ass and I squeeze tightly before lifting him up. Long, lean legs wrap around my waist, his fingers finding their way to the back of my neck. Keeping hold of him, I walk forward until his back hits the wall with a grunt. Neither of us lets the other go, our mouths still tangled in one another. Lennox arches backward, pulling away from my kiss.

“What in the hell is happening?” he asks, eyes wide. He bounces in my grip, and I chuckle at how adorable he is. “Am I dreaming? Oh hell, I’m probably dreaming, and this isn’t happening. Well, damn, I guess I better make the most of it.”

His tongue plunges back into my mouth and I grunt, taken aback. Of course, I don’t let him have all the control, and he relents, letting me take over. We spend the next few minutes making out against the wall of the bathroom. Lennox eventually pulls away, sliding down my body. His hands play with the hem of my shirt, while I keep him boxed in with my hands on the sides of his head. Leaning forward, I kiss a path up and down his neck, loving it when he moans softly for me. Fuck, this should be all types of wrong since he’s Nick’s brother, but hell if it doesn’t feel right.

“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” I admit, pulling away and looking Lennox in the eyes. “Something changed when I saw you on that stage and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

“Wha—?” My body jerks when someone bangs on the door demanding to use the bathroom. “Ugh. Maybe we should talk about this another time?” Lennox suggests, eyeing the door, the handle on it shaking from someone trying to get in.

Huffing out an incredulous laugh, I nod my head. “Yeah, sure. What about coming over to my place tomorrow? I have to work till 4, so you’re welcome any time after that.”

“Okay.” Lennox lets go of my shirt but looks up at me. “This is so fucking weird.”

We both laugh and I sober up when I remember where we are. “Please don’t tell Nick about this.” Lennox tilts his head, and I know he has a million questions. Hell, I have a million questions myself. There’s banging on the door again, so I take a breath. “Give me a second to distract whoever is out there, and then you can sneak out.”

“Thanks, Jensen.”

7

LENNOX

Once I’m giventhe all-clear, I dash out of the bathroom, making sure no one had seen me in there with Jensen. I don’t know what I was expecting when I led him in there, but making out with him was nowhere on my list. Bringing my fingers up to my quivering mouth, I smile when I remember how it felt to have his lips on mine. I’ve dreamed of kissing Jensen since I was a little kid and realized I was gay. He was probably my gay sexual awakening, if I’m honest. The way he and Nick would constantly hang out around the house shirtless. Typical teenage boys living out of a pair of basketball shorts.

But his kiss was nothing like I dreamed of. And now I’m confused as hell.

Walking through the party, I grab a beer from the kitchen, then head back to the living room to stand off in the corner. I don’t know what’s going on with Jensen, but after that make-out session, we definitely need to talk.

“Hey, where did you take off to?” Declan asks, siding up next to me on the wall.

“Oh, I took out the trash,” I lie, not wanting to tell him what happened with Jensen. At least not yet. Not until I can talkto him myself. For all I know, Jensen was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. I really hope that wasn’t the case, but until I know more, I’m keeping my lips sealed.

“Taking out the trash must have taken a long time. And since when is the dumpster down the hallway?”

Rolling my eyes, I bring the cup up to my lips, taking a sip. “So nosy.”

“Of course I’m nosy. Do you know who I am?” he sasses, a huge smile playing on his features.

“If there was anything to tell, you’d be the first to know.”

“Okay, okay,” he concedes, turning away from me. “Nick looks like he had a great birthday. He’s been running around the house with a permanent grin on his face.”

“I think that might be more about Amber than the actual party.”

“Touché. Let me know when you’re ready to head out and we can leave. Until then, I’m gonna grab another drink.”

Declan takes off into the crowd and I scan the rest of the people lingering about. Jensen comes into view and my palms sweat. I can’t remember when I was last kissed with so much passion. For the next thirty minutes, Jensen and I take turns secretly glancing at one another. I wish we could talk now, but it’s not the right time or place. Knowing I can’t hang out here anymore without wanting to storm over there and beg him to kiss me again, I decide to call it a night and head home.

The whole day has gone by at a snail’s pace. I was supposed to spend my entire day studying for my upcoming anatomy test, but I’ve been using all my time staring at the clock, willing time to move faster. Newsflash: time doesn’t move any more swiftlyno matter how much you wish it would. My phone vibrates on my desk, and I grimace when I see Nick’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello?” I say nervously. Nick is more of a texter than a talk-on-the-phone type person, so this is out of the ordinary for him.

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