Page 41 of Lustful Nights

“We’ll figure it out. I promise. Give him some time to come around. He’s never been able to stay angry at either of us for long.”

“Yeah, but he’s also never been mad at us at the same time for the same thing, sooo.”

“Everything will be okay. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I say, sitting up to place a kiss on his lips. The problem is that I’ve trusted a lot of men in the past. They always said exactly what I wanted to hear. Well, when they weren’t belittling me, anyway. But Jensen is different. When he tells me to trust him, I believe him. I want to have faith that he knows things will be all right. That I won’t lose both my boyfriend and my brother.

“What’s the smile for?” he inquires, kissing my neck.

“Huh? A smile?” I ask, turning my head to give him more access. He kisses my pulse point and my leg twitches. I giggle loudly as he does it again, moving from left to right, nuzzling my throat. “I was just thinking about something, and I guess it made me grin.”

“And what were you thinking about?”

“Are you my boyfriend? I mean, you don’t have to say yes. I just assumed because I haven’t been seeing anyone else and I don’t think you are either. Shit, are you with someone else? God, I hope you’re not ’cause then it’d be really bad if I was calling you my boyfriend.”

Jensen places his finger on my lips, silencing me. “Shh. I haven’t been with anyone else. You know that. I already called you mine and told you I loved you, but I guess you need the label. So, yes, you are my boyfriend Lennox. And all of this with Nick, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together,” I echo, snatching him around the neck and pulling his lips to mine. We spend the next hour tumbling in his bed, getting lost in one another. There’s nothing I can do about Nick right this second, so for now, I let it go.

“You don’t have to stay and watch,” I tell Jensen, as we close the doors to his car. It’s raining out tonight, so we decided against riding on the bike. We’ve spent the whole day lying in bed, taking breaks to watch a movie and eat and, of course, make out. When he offered to take me to work, I didn’t say no, knowing that I’d be wanting to come back to his place right after, anyway. Both of us have sent numerous texts to Nick, and I’ve called him a few times, but he’s ignored every attempt we’ve made to talk to him. I know it’s only been a few hours since he stormed off from us, but I thought he would have come back right away, realizing he was wrong. But he hasn’t and I’m trying not to think too much about how badly I’ve hurt him.

“I want to see you dance. I need you to go up on that stage and get all those men so riled up that they fantasize about fucking you, but I’ll be sitting in the back knowing none of themwill get their hands on you. You’re mine. And I don’t know why that turns me on so damn much, but it does.”

“Fuck, you’re pretty kinky, you know that?” I tell him, putting my backpack over my shoulder and guiding him toward the employee entrance. Peaches has been open for a few hours now, but my shift doesn’t start for another twenty minutes. Jensen holds the door for me as we walk into the back of the club.

“I’m pretty fucking feral when it comes to you. I’m not a jealous man, but I love the idea of watching you from afar. Seeing you turn all these men on, but knowing you will come home to my bed. You’re going to let me put my hands and tongue in places those other men can only dream of.” He pushes me up against the wall, blocking me in with his thick arms. “And then once I have you in my grasp, I’m going to turn you into a whimpering mess, begging and pleading for my cock like the good fucking boy you are.”

“Fucking hell, Jensen,” I whisper, closing my eyes and grabbing hold of his waist. I pull his body closer to mine, grinding against his erection that’s digging into me. “Now I’m going to be a horny mess as I get onto the stage. My dick will be rock hard. Do you know how challenging it is to dance with a hard-on?” I whine, turning my head when Jensen starts placing kisses along my throat.

“I want you to think of me when you’re on that stage. Think of how fucking good it’ll feel to have my fingers inside you at the end of the night. Can you do that, sweetheart? Show me how badly you want me from up there.”

“I can do that.” He kisses me for a few more seconds before we’re interrupted by a loud cough. I turn my head to see Jonas staring at us. “Hi.” I wave happily, smiling when he rolls his eyes.

“I thought someone was breaking into the club. But then it dawned on me there’s no way two intruders trying to rob theplace would stop midway into the hallway to make out.” He raises his eyebrows at me, and I can’t help but giggle.

“It’s not my fault my boyfriend couldn’t keep his paws off me.”

Jonas steps forward, offering his hand out to Jensen. “Nice to meet you, man. I see you’ve got your hands full with this one.”

“Don’t I know it?” Jensen replies, shaking Jonas’ hand and giving me a soft smile. “Keeps me on my toes. I’m Jensen.”

“Jonas. I’m going to go check out the rest of the building, but it was nice to meet you.”

Jonas takes off down the darkened hallway back toward the bar. Once his broad back is out of sight, I direct my attention to Jensen. “Are you sure you’re okay? With everything that happened earlier?”

“Sweetheart, I promise I’m all right. Are you?” I nod my head sullenly, trying to muster up a small smile. “Don’t think about Nick right now. Just picture going out onstage and showing all those people out there your dance moves. We’ll worry about Nick another day.”

“Okay.” Standing up on my tiptoes, I plant a kiss on his cheek. “Walk me to the dressing room?”

I take hold of Jensen’s hand, walking toward the room. There’s a chorus of laughter echoing around the corner and we end up at the door at the same time as Declan, Preston, Tristan, Bash, and Cole.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Declan asks, smirking at Jensen and me.

“Damn, he’s hot. Look at those muscles,” Bash pipes in, twirling his lollipop in his mouth seductively.

“Oh no. Nope. Back off. All of you,” I play-hiss, staring at them all with wide eyes. “He’s mine.”

“Bringing the boyfriend to the club. That’s a big step,” Tristan says, eyeing Jensen skeptically. I don’t blame him after the listof my horrible exes. Which means I need to bring Jensen around more, so my friends get to know him better.

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