Page 51 of Love is Fake

“He’s not going to leave,” I point out quietly, before raising my voice. “Hey Kai.”

Lennox gives me a murderous glance, making me roll my eyes.

“You sleep through your alarm,chica?” Kai laughs. “Are we training today or what? You know how freakin’ anal Nox is about being on time.”

Lennox looks mildly offended, making me giggle. “To be fair, he’s not wrong,” I point out. “I’ll go talk to him.” I move to get out of the bed, but Lennox pulls me back down.

“Fuck that,” he shakes his head. “You’re not going anywhere and Kai’s not seeing you wrapped in nothing but a damn sheet.”

Stalking out of bed, naked as the day he was born, Lennox moves toward the door. I shamelessly ogle theblatant gorgeousness of the man and make a little sound of disappointment as he pulls on the boxer briefs he discarded on the floor. He flashes me a look, his eyes glittering with lust, telling me he heard me, and I’m too turned on to even blush.

“Hold that thought, beautiful,” he tells me, before opening the door to his friend.

He angles himself so Kai can’t see inside, his big frame filling the doorway.

“You need something, Kai?” Lennox stands there, arms crossed, looking like he’s just got out of bed, my bed.

I slap my hand against my head. So much for keeping this between us.

“Hey man,” I can hear Kai’s frown. “I – um, was looking for Iz, but I’m guessing she’s – uh, busy.”

The amusement in his voice makes even my ears turn red.

“She is.” Lennox grunts. “Busy with me.”

As if there were any doubt over what was going on, I roll my eyes at his territorial tone, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t kinda like it.

“I can see that,” Kai’s smile frames his words. “About damn time, man.” Kai mutters the words to his friend, making me wonder if what was happening between us had been obvious to everyone apart from us.

“Goodbye Kai.” Lennox grinds out the words, his annoyance earning him a snort from Kai.

“See ya later, man, or maybe not,” Kai jokes. “Bye Iz!” This time, he raises his voice, peering through the open door. I wave at him weakly before Lennox manhandles him out, all but shutting the door in his face.

Lennox turns around to face me, his eyes smoldering and my inner thighs clench in anticipation.

“Now, where were we?”

Later,much later, Lennox and I have made our way into the pool. I pointed out he didn’t have any trunks with him, but that didn’t bother him and I was more than happy to see him in all his naked glory. The man really is something to behold. I can’t help but watch him, standing in the shallows, the water up to his hips, the marked vee below his abs pointing down to what I now know is a more than impressive cock.

He flicks water at me, when I remain on the edge, my feet dangling over the side.

“You know, the bikini isn’t necessary when I’ve seen everything underneath,” his voice drops suggestively. “But I’m not complaining when you look so damn sexy in it.”

You would have thought that by this point I’d be physically incapable of blushing, but apparently not.

Slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, he makes his way through the pool and closer to me. Automatically, I open my legs as Lennox comes to stand in-between them, his hands grabbing hold of my ass. I only get a moment’s warning in the form of Lennox’s mischievous grin before he’s pulled me all the way into the water and I squeak at the sudden movement.

Lennox’s hands are still on my ass and, instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us backwards to the lip built into the side of the pool, sitting down and settling me against him. There’s no hiding how turned on he is and my whole body warms at the feeling of his erection against my upper thighs.

He looks at me how I imagine the big bad wolf looks at red riding hood. “This bikini is nice, but your tits aremuchnicer.”

His hand covers one and then the other. My nipples are already rock hard. Impatiently, he pushes the bikini-bra over my head so I’m bare to him and I watch in fascination as his pupils dilate. His head dips down to lick, suckle and bite the soft fleshof my breasts, his hand attending to one and then the other as if he doesn’t want to play favorites.

“So damn beautiful,” he exhales against my skin.

My hands are on his shoulders, gripping the muscles there, struggling to remain upright because he’s turning my whole body to jelly. My pussy actually aches for him, for his touch, his hardness.

“Nox, touch me.” The pleading voice sounds so unlike me it takes a moment for me to register I’ve spoken my need out loud.

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