Page 81 of The Love of My Next Life
I force a smile and nod, even though I didn’t see anything because I was too busy coming with Macon’s tongue on my clit.
Oh shit. Macon.
I stiffen. He’s not between my legs anymore. I swipe my foot out in front of me to see if I can find him but get nothing.
I clear my throat.
“Congrats,” I say to Eric. I take a step back so he can’t kiss me again and try to peek under the counter.
“Are you coming to the party?” Eric asks, bouncing on his feet. I nod. “You want to—” He stops suddenly as Macon emerges from beneath the counter. Eric’s head cocks to the side. “Davis?”
Macon ignores him.
“Fixed it,” Macon says, unwrapping a candy bar while he speaks and taking a bite. He looks at Eric and hooks his thumb toward the drink case. “It was broken,” he deadpans. “Warm, contaminated water.”
I look back at Eric and try to look innocent.
“Thanks, Macon,” I say quickly.
“Oh, you’reverywelcome,Astrea,” Macon says. I clench my hands at the teasing tone in his voice. I swear to god if he tells Eric what just happened here...
“Uh, Davis,” Eric says. His brow is furrowed as he stares at Macon. “You’ve uh, got something...”
Eric gestures to his own mouth and chin, and my eyes go wide. I whip my head toward Macon and sure enough, his face is still a glistening mess, covered in, well,me. My mouth drops open, mortified, and weirdly turned-on.
Macon looks from me to Eric, and his lips twitch at the corners.
“Hmm, sorry,” Macon says, swiping his fingers slowly over his chin before slipping them between his lips and sucking on them. “Messy eater.”
I’m still gawking at him, my cheeks and ears burning red, when he winks at me, nods goodbye to Eric, then saunters through the door and out of sight.
SEVENTEEN
I turndown the joint Julian offers and wave off the beer. I’m not ready to lose the taste of Lennon on my tongue.
I had to jerk my dick in my car like a horny kid after leaving her in the concession stand. Not my finest moment, but fuck if I was gonna walk around with a raging hard-on the rest of the night. As it is, just the flashes of memory have me sporting a fucking uncomfortable semi.
I’ve been watching her all night as she makes small talk and weaves in and out of groups of people. Claire’s been sticking close, and that pisses me off. I don’t know if Lennon asked her to or if it’s just Claire’s bitchy sixth sense to fuck with my happiness, but I haven’t been able to get close to Lennon since we got to this stupid party.
“Hello! Earth to Davis.” Julian’s irritated voice makes me drag my eyes off Lennon.
“What?” I spit, and he rolls his eyes.
“Keep eye-fucking your stepsister and everyone at this party is going to know about your obsession,” he says, and I sneer at him.
“Shut the fuck up, Jules,” I bite out. “She’s not my stepsister.”
“Basically is,” Casper chimes in with a grin, and I flip him off.
“And I’m not obsessed,” I argue, aware and hating that I sound like a petulant child.
“Yeah, okay.” Julian snorts. “That’s why you have whole-ass sketchbooks fucking f—”
I punch him in the arm hard enough that he stumbles backward, choking out a laugh just before stopping himself from falling on his ass. He throws his palms up at me in surrender with a dumb fucking grin. I settle myself back against the wall and let my eyes wander to where they want to be.
Fuck Jules and Casper. They act like I’m embarrassed or ashamed of my fixation on Lennon. I’m neither of those things. I have entirely different reasons for keeping it quiet, but those reasons are taking on water and my logic is about to capsize.
Lennon has been doing a great job of keeping her eyes off me, but she’s also been keeping her distance from Eric, so my irritation is tempered for now. My fists clench when I think of the way he leaned over the fucking counter and kissed her after the game tonight.
