Page 50 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“Did you find my towel?”

“No. I didn’t prepare for proper towel placement in case of a quick getaway.”

“My clothes?”

I twist around and scan the floor but come up empty-handed. “I don’t know where they went.”

He emerges from the closet, holding one of my cotton t-shirts over his cock. My gaze drops to the pink shirt with an opossum that saysFirst of all, I’m a delight. I won’t lie. What’s hiding behind the shirt is a delight. Back at the bedroom door, I pullit open and peer into the hallway. The bathroom door is still closed.

“Now’s your chance to get out.”

“Alright.” He stalks toward me as he rotates the shirt to cover both sides. “Have I told you I like it when you boss me around?” He comes to a stop when he’s next to me. Bending down, he presses his lips to mine.

I melt against him. Now is not the time, Eve. “You can do more with that later,” I murmur against his lips.

When he has one foot in the hall, the bathroom door opens. I palm his chest and shove him back into my room. With a grunt, all the air escapes his lungs. For a second time, he stumbles backward. I grab the doorknob and pull it so I’m trapped between the door and the doorframe.

“We’re out of towels. I have a laundry basket full in my room.” Jake strolls past me and to his room.

A few seconds later, he emerges with a stack of towels and goes back into the bathroom. I stand perfectly still, listening intently for the telltale sound of the shower turning on. After a few seconds to make sure he doesn’t come back out, I open my bedroom door again.

Lach meets me in the middle of the room, my shirt still wrapped around his waist. “Fuck, that was close.”

“Too close.” I collapse on the bed.

The bed dips as he takes a seat next to me. “So, tell me about this porn you like to watch.”

I playfully backhand him in the stomach.

He flinches. “Or not.”

“If we just tell Jake, we won’t have to do all this sneaking around.”

“You’re right. We wouldn’t because I’d be dead.”

Sitting up, I blow out a heavy sigh. “When do we tell him?”

“Not right now. There’s just a lot going on with you moving back, me moving in.” He runs a hand across my shoulders and down my arm. “I’ll tell him. I promise.”

I bite my lips together and nod. “Yeah, okay. Now is your time to escape. You better go.”

His lips press against my forehead. Without another word, he rises off the bed, twists the knob, and peeks around the doorframe before disappearing behind the wood door.

I flop back on the bed. The roommate situation isn’t panning out like I hoped. I should be screaming Lach’s name while he gives me orgasm after orgasm, but instead I’m lying on my bed, alone, horny, and orgasmless since we were rudely interrupted. At least I can fix a couple of those things. I roll my head to the side. A chuckle escapes me as I spot Lach’s towel on the floor between my suitcase and the wall, and his jeans peek out from behind a cardboard box. Never thought to look there.

Shortly after Jake’s shower, the rumble of his truck sounds from outside as it disappears from the driveway. Reaching over to my nightstand, I yank open the drawer and pull out Charlie Cumming. With the silicone cock in hand, I slide it between my legs. Since Lach isn’t going to provide the orgasm, this will have to do, and I’m going to make sure he hears every moan and scream.

For the rest of the night, I stay in my room, read my book, and pretend my life doesn’t involve falling for my brother’s best friend—instead, I’m in a fake relationship with a billionaire. It seems less complicated. When Jake gets back, I hear him talk to Lach, but I don’t bother to join them. Instead, I fall into a restless sleep.

The following morning, I stir awake. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air. My nose pulls me out of bed. I secure my robe around me since I fell asleep wearing it last night. As soon as I open the door, Jake and Lach’s voices carry down the hallway from the kitchen. Before heading that way, I make a pit stop in the bathroom. When I reach the kitchen, I stop in the doorway, the hairs on my arms standing at attention. Like a beacon, I instantly spot Lach, who looks up at me at the same time as if he knew I was going to be there. His eyes soften, and I fight to tear my gaze away.

“Good morning,” I say to no one in particular as I stroll past them and beeline it to the coffeepot. I pull out a mug from the cupboard and grab the creamer from the fridge. I pour a splash of the creamer into the mug and then my coffee, letting the stream mix the two. I inhale the heavenly scent before taking a sip. A plate of cooked sausage links sits on the counter. I grab a link and take a bite. As soon as it hits my stomach, it revolts. I choke down a gag. That’s odd. “Is this creamer expired or something?” Frowning, I peer inside the mug, but it’s not curdling.

“I just bought it the other day,” Jake says.

I take another bite of the sausage, chasing it with coffee, and the same thing happens. Only this time, I can barely swallow it. “Alright, well, I guess it’s a no-coffee day for me.” I dump the mug out in the sink and toss the last of the sausage link into the garbage.

“I have you and Lach working the closing shift tonight. That way Lach can drive you. Also, I have a mechanic checking out a used car for you. It’s nothing fancy, but it drives,” Jake adds.

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