Love or Lust (LOL Series Part 2) - Rachael Brownell
This week’s schedule is not exactly what I expected it to be. I’m not complaining. All the events of last week wore me down, and it looks like now we’re going to be taking it easy. At least for the next few days.
Tonight is a group date.
That’s what they’re calling it.
Because the first thing that comes to mind when I think about going out on a date is to invite other people along. The more the merrier? Not so much.
Then when I saw what we’re doing for our “group date,” I almost spit my champagne all over Jace as I started to laugh. It was my third glass. I could have brushed it off as too many bubbles. Instead, I choked on the champagne as I held it in.
I don’t know how everyone else feels, but I see trouble coming a mile away. I can already hear people bitching. The guys fighting to show each other up. So many things can go wrong.
Still, after last night and not being able to say goodbye to Kyra, I’m ready to hang out with everyone else. Even if the cameras will be there filming our every move. They were there last night as we toasted Kyra and Gage by the pool. There was even a cameraman who followed me back to my villa when he saw Jace walking with me.
It was good I noticed when I did. I had just enough time to shut the door in his face. Not that there aren’t cameras all over the place. Hidden in plain sight. Everywhere except my bathroom.
Which is why I drug Jace in there before I assaulted him with my mouth.
He had no idea what was going on until I pressed him against the door and took control. He remained calm, cool, and collected, keeping his hands on my hips. Even after I removed his tie and threw it over my shoulder. After I unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my palms against his chest.
Until I reached for his belt.
It was like I broke his resolve when I pulled it loose. He unzipped my dress in a heartbeat, letting it fall from my body and pool at my feet. I stood in front of him in only a black thong and matching lace bra, yet his hands stayed on my hips. He never broke our kiss. When I moaned into his mouth as he flipped us around, holding me captive against the door with his body, I swear to God he made the sexiest sound. It was a cross between a grunt, a moan, and a curse.
Then he whispered my name against my neck, and his lips began to travel.
Breathing became harder with every kiss as he moved from my mouth to my neck and finally to the swell of my breasts. He hooked his fingers into my panties, and I was using my gaze to plead with him when there was a knock at my door. Followed by Lennon’s voice calling out to us.
We both froze.
Jace’s lips were pressed to my belly button, and my legs were shaking in anticipation of where he was going to kiss next.
Lennon called out to us again, this time sounding closer than before. He was definitely in my villa. Possibly in my bedroom. Jace stood, shimmying my dress up my body as he rose. Placing his finger over his lips, he snagged his tie and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed.
“Presley,” Lennon called again, knocking on the bathroom door this time. “I know you’re in there.”
“Sorry. Be right out,” I replied, attempting not to sound as out of breath as I felt.
Jace peeked around the curtain, winked at me, and disappeared again. Rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see me, I took a deep, cleansing breath, then let it out slowly as I opened the door to face Lennon.
He was seated on my bed, looking handsome as ever.
“Hey,” I said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, holding my dress against my chest.
“Is Jace with you?” he asked, looking around me toward the bathroom.
“No, why?” I lied, giving him a curious look.
“I was looking for him, and Courtney said she thought he was with you.”
“He was. He walked me home, used the bathroom, and then left. I’m not sure if he went back to the pool or to his place. I know he was tired, so he may have gone to bed.”
So many lies.
I feel like I’m cheating on Lennon.