9. Lennox
9
LENNOX
Jensen drops that bomb, then stands up, grabbing each of our plates and taking them to the sink. I’m hard as a fucking rock behind my jeans, and Jensen is walking around the kitchen as if he didn’t just rile me up on purpose.
“I can’t watch a movie like this.” I gesture to my crotch, but Jensen just laughs, stepping around me.
“Come on, you’ll be fine.”
I follow him out of the kitchen, grumbling about the fairness of it all. Getting me horny just to turn around and force me to watch a movie? Nope. I think of a comeback and smile when I realize how much I can tease him.
“Okay, but I get to pick which one.” I skip into the living room, grabbing his remote, and pull up his streaming service. After a few minutes of looking through all the movies, I find one I love and set it up. Jensen sits on the couch behind me, not saying a word, letting me choose what to watch. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, The Hangover is fine. I’m more of an action-movie type. But I’ll watch anything you want.”
“I really like the comedy-style movies and I’m in the mood to laugh a lot. But I need to get comfortable first.”
“Do whatever you need to.”
Nervously, I unbutton the top of my jeans and shove them down my legs. I wanted to tease him, but now that I’m doing it, I’m nervous. Sometimes my panties are a deal breaker for men. Not all, but some. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about them. Sure, he’s seen me in my outfits for work, but that doesn’t mean he knows I wear them all the time. I snap my head up, locking eyes with Jensen, who’s staring at me, wide-eyed. Once I pull my pants off my legs, I slowly undo my shirt, one button at a time. I keep my eyes trained on Jensen, loving when his chest rises abruptly.
“What are you doing?” he rasps, eyeing me from head to toe.
“Getting comfortable. I don’t want to sit and watch the movie in jeans.”
“Oh, uh, sure.” He swallows roughly, and I can see the tent in his sweatpants. “Are those panties? Fuck.” He whispers the last word, and I feel like a god. Knowing how much he’s attracted to me right now has me feeling as though I’m on cloud nine.
“Is this okay?” I ask sheepishly, now feeling self-conscious.
“More than okay. You’re fucking breathtaking, Lennox.”
I walk over to him, taking the spot right beside him. I press play on the remote and we watch the movie in silence. His dick hasn’t deflated in the slightest, but I’m getting cold being in just a pair of blue lace panties. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision to tease him while being almost naked. Figures. I squirm on the couch, pulling the pillow into my lap. Jensen laughs loudly, grabbing the blanket off the sofa and draping it over me without saying a word. He opens his arms wide, and I snuggle in closely, watching the movie until my eyelids get heavy and droop closed.
“Where were you last night?” Declan asks as soon as I step into the dressing room at Peaches.
“Out and about. Why? Did you wait up?”
“Yes, and no. I went home and saw you weren’t there, so I headed out to have some fun. You’re usually in when I get off, so I was curious.”
“I was just hanging out.”
Which isn’t technically a lie. Even after stripping down to my panties, nothing happened between Jensen and me. Of course, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but Jensen showed he was the perfect gentleman. After covering us both in a blanket, I quickly fell asleep. I didn’t wake until the next morning—in his bed. Alone. He told me he brought me to his bedroom and then slept on the couch. Which sucks but also made me swoon. He wasn’t trying to get into my pants, which is what a lot of men have tried to do in the past. And even though I attempted to tease him, I was happy to see he would rather hang out and watch a movie with me.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a quick text.
Lennox: Question number 4
Jensen: Are we still playing this game?
Lennox: Duh. I still have a ton of questions I get to ask.
Jensen: Okay. Fire away.
Taking a deep breath, my hands shake as I type out the next text.
Lennox: Were you okay with what I was wearing yesterday?
Jensen: I was perfect with everything you were wearing yesterday. Everything. And honestly, I can’t wait to see it all more up close and personal. wink emoji
Jensen: Question 4?
Lennox: Ask me anything.
Jensen: How would you feel if I was at Peaches to watch you on stage tonight?
I stare at the text, my heart beating fast. Is he really here again to watch me?
Lennox: You’re here? Again?
Jensen: Is that okay? I can leave if you want.
Lennox: No no no. Stay. Please. I’ll make sure to have an extra sway to my hips.
Jensen: Can’t wait to see it.
“Earth to Lennox! Did you hear me?” Declan’s voice cuts through and I turn my head to look at him.
“Hmm?”
“What’s got you so preoccupied? Ooh, is it a boy? Ugh, wait. Please say no. You have the worst taste in men.”
“Do not.” I pout, tossing my phone onto the table and crossing my arms over my chest.
“No, he’s right. You really do,” Tristan chimes in from his spot a few seats down. “Remember Max, the one who kept checking out every other man in the club when he would come?”
“Or that one…Lucas? He would always tell you that you were wrong no matter what it was about,” Bash adds cheekily, joining the rest of them.
“Or what about?—”
“Okay, okay. I get it,” I tell them, rolling my eyes. “Poor taste in men.”
Jensen filters into my mind, and I slouch in my seat. I hope I’m not making another mistake by getting involved with him. Being with a man who’s never been with any other man before can be tricky, especially if my personal experience is anything to go by. A few years ago, I met Clay, who I thought was the perfect gentleman. He spoiled me, would dote on me, and just made me feel overall amazing. However, I later found out I was a secret to him, and he never planned to come out to any of his friends or family. Once someone started questioning why he was spending so much time around me, he dropped me like a sack of potatoes and had a new girlfriend before the week was even over.
“You’ll find the right one. And I can guarantee it’ll happen when you least expect it. Or whatever the saying is,” Tristan tells me, patting my shoulder. Tristan has always been a hopeless romantic, waiting for his fairytale ending to unfold.
“Or you can be like me. No boyfriends, just sex.” Declan winks, snatching off his shirt.
I roll my eyes, pulling on my cowboy boots. “No, thanks. I’ll leave all that to you.”
“It’s probably better that way. More men for me,” he jokes, shouldering past me. As much as Declan tries to act like he’s all about hooking up, I’m one of the few people who knew how Declan was before. Before he had his heart ripped out and stomped on. It changed him, and ever since then, he’s sworn off relationships. I keep hoping he’ll get it out of his system, but so far nothing.
“Let’s go, boys. It’s time to dance our hearts out.” Declan, Bash, Tristan, and I head out of the dressing room, making our way toward the stage.
“And now to kick off the night, let’s give a warm welcome to our first group. Angel, Romeo, Deco, and Onyx are ready to shake their tail feathers!” The DJ announces us, and we take off, getting into position. Knowing Jensen is somewhere in the crowd has not only a nervous feeling flowing through my body, but also a sense of excitement at knowing he’s here to watch me. Shaking my hips side to side, I make my way to the pole, waiting for ‘ Talk Dirty ’ by Jason Derulo to start.
Once the music starts, the nerves disappear, and I plaster a huge smile on my face. As soon as the chorus hits, I climb the post, flipping myself over so I’m upside down, shaking my ass to the beat. I can tell the minute the crowd sees my jockstrap when there are a few moans and whoops throughout the room. After spinning on the pole a few times, I slide down, letting Declan have his turn in the spotlight. While he’s showing off, I grind onto the floor, rotating my hips. I imagine doing this as a personal show for Jensen, which I really hope gets to happen.
After each of us has our turn, we come together to finish the routine. Spinning around, I bend over, flipping my skirt up, before standing upright and dropping into a split.
We wrap up, and I stay on the stage to do my solo routine. I go through the dance, my eyes scanning the room for ocean-blue ones. When I finally find him in the sea of men, he has the most gorgeous smile on his face. His eyes follow me around the area, never leaving me. The music ends, and the high of dancing fades away. I make my usual rounds, purposely leaving Jensen’s area for last.
“What did you think?” I ask, sliding up to the booth he’s sitting in.
“That I really want to see that jockstrap up close and personal.”
“Who knows? You might be lucky enough. How long are you staying?”
Jensen leans closer once the music starts up again. “I was planning to ask if I could give you a ride home. I rode my bike, but I have an extra helmet if you’d want.”
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. I have another dance coming up and then I can head out. Are you sure you want to wait?”
“Positive.”
“Okay.”
The rest of the night passes by slowly, my thoughts on spending more time with Jensen. Once it’s finally time for me to leave, I quickly change my clothes, tossing on a sweatshirt, and packing up my stuff. Jensen sent me a text earlier telling me he would wait for me outside, so I sprint out the back door, but not before I pull out my phone and turn on the light. I spot his bike next to my car and, deflating with a sigh, remember I drove here.
“Shit, what do I do with my car?”
Jensen laughs, eyeing my vehicle. “Yeah, I kinda forgot about that, too. Also, forgot you got off work so damn late. Maybe we can do a raincheck on the bike ride?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” I tell him, grabbing tightly onto my bag. Does that mean he wants a raincheck on the entire night? I was really hoping to get more kissing done. “So, does that mean you’re too old to hang out tonight? Is it past your bedtime?” I joke.
“What the hell? I’m not old. I could easily keep up with you.” Jensen winks, stepping closer to me.
Dragging my hand down his chest, I whisper, “Maybe we should head to your place so you can prove it.”
Jensen laughs, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. “Don’t say something you don’t mean.”
“Just because we won’t have penetrative sex doesn’t mean there aren’t other things we can do,” I purr, feeling really horny now that I’m in such proximity to him.
“Fucking sold. Leave the car, take the car, whatever you want. Just meet me at my house.”
“I’ll take my car, so it’s easier to get home, or ya know, in case I need a quick getaway.” Jensen tickles my side, and I howl, falling into his embrace. “I’m kidding. But come on, I’ll meet you there.”