Page 52 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Yes, Jax,” I sighed. Wishing that he wasn’t so damn fuckable. It was bloody impossible to keep my hands to themselves, and I was running out of control.

“Dream of me.”

He kissed my nose, rolled over and edged his ass into my groin. True to his word, he pulled my hand over his chest, locking him in place on the couch.

I fell asleep with my hand over his heart. Feeling it pump in time with mine.

Wishing that feeling this much for so many could also feel normal.

How the hell could I be falling in love with four men at once?

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it’s done!” Jax sat back, wiping away evidence of my surrender from his lips, leaving triumphant arrogance. Leaving me lying back, struggling to come to terms with what I’d done.

The clock became my enemy. It had always been my enemy, only the two minutes and forty-nine seconds screamed my shame. Fifteen seconds later and Jax was pushing down my skirt and all but showing me the door.

“Jax, what the fuck?”

“Exactly.” He was already swigging from a bottle of water. “Didn’t even have to fuck you to win. All it took was blowing you sweet kisses for weeks. I knew you were hot for me, and last night, my darling Sydney, you played right into my hands.”

“What?”

“Not fucking you last night, making sure you fell asleep in my arms, I knew by morning you’d be putty. So hot, I’d only have to blow in your direction and you’d be climbing walls.”

“But, what you’d said in the cave—”

“Foreplay. Setting me up to win the competition.”

“Bastard.”

“Yeah, but the competition wasn’t gonna be about winning your heart with flowers. It was about making you come the quickest, and my darling, I played you like a tight drum.”

“You bastard. I’m not going out there.”

“You don’t have a fucking choice.”

I wanted to swipe the smirk from his face before Xavier saw it. Xavier!

“Sydney, the clock stopped, you came.”

“I know, but—” I couldn’t deny the truth. Jax had laid the groundwork and I’d fallen for it. Swallowing more tears than what was left of my pride, I’d never felt more betrayed by my body or disgusted with myself.

“Jax, um—”

“Look at it from my point of view. I just won the only competition that counts.”

“But you’ll never be Xav—”

“Yeah, let’s talk about your man,” Jax snorted. “You were in there for over an hour with him before the text came through. You were there for two hours with Devon and it took Chase all bloody night.”

“The three of them are so much more than you could ever be.”

“Yeah, tell that to your pussy, sweetheart.”

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I didn’t even have to put on clothes before leaving his room because Jax hadn’t wasted a second of time. He’d wanted to make a point, and did.

He could physically make my body his quicker than the others.

The most gentlemanly thing he did was open the door for me to leave. But while I did my walk of shame down the corridor to a cleansing shower, I heard him jogging downstairs, crying out his victory.

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