Page 49 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

Lach freezes, still inside me. My eyes widen, and my body tenses, causing my pussy to contract around him involuntarily. His eyes pinch shut, and he bites back a moan.

I scrunch my face and mouth, “Sorry,” to Lach. I twist to face the door, answering Jake. “Um. Yeah. Everything is fine.”

“Okay,” Jake says. “I heard some banging, so I wanted to make sure.”

My heart hammers in my throat. Lach scrambles to pull out of me. With the blanket wrapped around his other leg, he slams his foot to the floor with a hard thud. He hobbles around while being as quiet as possible, which isn’t very quiet.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just… watching… porn, and I hit… the nightstand.”

Lach stops searching for his towel and turns to me. “What the fuck?” he mouths while trying to contain his laughter.

I shrug, pinching my lips together to keep my own laugh from bursting out. I yank the blanket from him, and he stumbles backward.

“Didn’t need an explanation. Have you seen Lach?” Jake asks.

“No!” I spit out entirely too fast to be casual. “I haven’t. Why?” My gaze shoots to Lach. “Hide,” I mouth.

He scans the room. “Where?” he whispers.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.” My voice is low so only he can hear.

He eyes the space between the floor and the box spring but, within seconds, realizes he won’t fit underneath. He spins around to face the closet. With the speed of a camera flash, Lach’s naked, pale ass disappears behind the door.

Jumping to my feet, I grab my bathrobe draped over the back of my desk chair. I shrug it over my shoulders and secure it closed with the rope. I finger comb my hair to make it look like I hadn’t been on the verge of an orgasm.

“His truck’s here, but I don’t know where he is,” Jake says through the door.

“I think he went out for a run.”

A mop of chestnut hair peeks out from the edge of the closet doorframe. Lach’s forehead wrinkles as he mouths, “A run?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I mean… run to the basement… so he could take a nap.”

He rolls his eyes, but he smiles before disappearing into the closet again.

I stroll to the door and glance over my shoulder one last time to confirm it doesn’t look like a sex party behind me. When it’s clear, I crack the door open just enough for my head to fit through. “Maybe he’s wearing his noise-canceling headphones. He does that sometimes.” I scan Jake’s face to make sure he isn’t suspicious of Lach hiding in my closet.

“I glanced in the basement and didn’t see him. I bet Rachel picked him up.”

My heart twists into a painful knot in my chest, even though that’s not the case since he’s currently naked, hiding in my room. I don’t know who she is, but the urge to kill Rachel is strong. “Yeah. Maybe.” I fight to keep my tone neutral.

“Alright. I’m going to jump in the shower.”

“Okay,” I say a little too eagerly.

Jake walks the rest of the way down the hall and into the bathroom. When the door closes behind him, I race to the closet. I glare at Lach.

“What?” His brows pinch together.

“Who’s Rachel?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“A girl from the bar. You want to discuss this now?”

I pop my hip. “Do you want to give me a better time?”

“Anytime when I’m not naked and hiding behind your closet door would be great.” When I continue to glare at him without moving, he spits out, “She means nothing to me. You’re the only one I want.” He grips my chin and leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

My body softens, and I drop my arms to my side. “Good answer.” I step out from in front of the closet. “Jake’s in the shower. You should leave.” I point toward the door.

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