Page 81 of Worth Every Game
Jack groans and pulls out of me, discarding the condom and tucking himself away. I hop off the counter.
There’s another bang on the door, and Jack emits a low Jack curse. “Sniff. Rub your nose. Make it look like we were doing coke.”
I bristle. “You’d prefer whoever is out there to think we’re doing drugs rather than hooking up?”
He shrugs, and half a laugh escapes him. “Maybe.”
“Should I be insulted?”
He grabs me and pulls me to him. “God no,” he growls, and he kisses me again, rougher this time. “You’re wonderful. Perfect. I’d fuck you again right now if I could. But whoever is out there doesn’t need to know what we were doing in here.”
I push off him to fix my dress and smooth my hair—as much as my curls can be smoothed—in the mirror. “Okay. Let’s go.”
He unlocks the door, and the two of us walk out, shameless, right into Lydia.
Awkward.
Jack looks so shocked that he completely forgets to touch his nose or pretend he’s been snorting cocaine. “Lydia. Hi.” He sounds robotic; there isn’t an ounce of genuine greeting in his words.
She looks us both up and down, her face a parody of revulsion. I glance at Jack, taking in the way his thick, dark hair is all mussed. It couldn’t be more obvious that I just hand my hands in it. But maybe,maybe, she hasn’t noticed.
We push past her and just as I think we’re safe—
“It’s disrespectful, doing that in someone else’s house.”
My heart races and Jack mutters another curse. Together we turn to face her where she’s standing, one hand on her hip, glaring at us.
Jack plants his feet to the floor, pulling himself up taller. “I don’t know what you think we were—”
Lydia cuts him off. “I know exactly what you were doing. I could hear you. They could probably hear you in the main room. And at your father’s memorial event. It’s shameful.”
Jack’s mouth opens, but his jaw is tight, his expression full of regret.
Lydia pulls a disgusted face at him, then at me. “I’ll find another bathroom to use.” She turns and strides away from us, and we stand in silence, watching her go.
“Fuck.” Jack’s head jerks once as he utters the word. “That was unfortunate.”
My heart is still hammering, and it’s not because we were caught having sex. It’s because we were caught byLydia. She might have no rights over Jack, but the memory of her warning me not to touch him hangs in the air like a whiteout on a mountain.Dangerous. “She’ll tell your mum, won’t she?”
Jack nods. “Likely. Let’s go and have fun while we can.”
28
JACK
The later it gets, the more the party loosens up. This is what Dad would have wanted. He always loved a party, and if he could see us enjoying ourselves, I know it would please him. Mum and others of her generation—Dad’s old friends—have mostly gone home. The band has called it a night, but Elly has been singing a cappella, filling the room with the sensual sound of her voice.
It makes me want to fuck her all over again. And again. And again.
It blows my mind that she can be so talented, so unbelievably sexy, and yet be content to waste her talent in the Marchmont Arms. There’s no way I’m letting that happen.
At one point, I lead Elly to a darkened corner and we begin to dance, my hands straying over her shoulders and down her spine until I have her arse cupped in both hands. My mouth is on her neck, my lips touching the skin, my nose inhaling her citrus scent. I want to fucking eat her, swallow her right down so she can never leave me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Get a room, Lansen,” Seb calls out as he approaches us. He’s wielding a bottle of tequila, doling out shots to everyone he passes as though we’re still at university.
We break apart, and Seb pours us each a shot. When he moves away Elly says, “We’re not being very subtle. Maybe we should hold off. Wait until we get home. We’ve already been caught once.”