Chapter 38 Spill The Tea, Boys
CHAPTER 38: SPILL THE TEA, BOYS
JACE
T he sun peeks through the blinds and wakes me up. I’m on my side, and Lacey is tucked up against me. Both my arms are wrapped around her. Last night I thought about taking it further than innocent hand-holding. Shit, I don’t even know if you could call it hand-holding, but I know I was really fucking happy it happened.
I breathe her in, knowing I shouldn’t lay like this much longer. I have so much I need to do before I tell her how I feel.
It kills me, but I slowly let her go and slide out of bed, trying my hardest not to wake her. I make my way into the bathroom and make sure the door to Enzo and Donovan’s room is locked before undressing and climbing in the shower.
My mind instantly drifts to Lacey and how she felt in my arms. My morning wood gets harder and instead of turning the water to ice, I let the warm shower wash over me while I stroke myself to the thoughts of what I wish I could have done to Lacey last night. When I finally find my release it’s her name on my lips.
I hear a loud knock on the door.
“Jace! Do you need something?”
“No,” I yell over the roar of the water.
“You sure, I thought I heard you call for me?”
Fuck .
“Oh no, wasn’t me.” I run my hand down my face. I quickly finish up my shower, shut off the water, and dry off. I walk out of the bathroom and find her sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Good morning, pixie.”
“Morning.” Her eyes trail my body.
“Like what you see?”
“I don’t hate it.” Her mouth quirks into a sexy grin and my dick twitches underneath my towel. She stands and moves past me toward the bathroom. “You sure you didn’t call out my name?” she asks, pausing in the doorway.
“Yeah, wasn’t me.”
“So weird, I could have sworn…” Her voice trails off behind the door as it closes behind her and I have to silence the laugh threatening to break free. The shower turns on and that’s my cue. I head back to my original room to throw on clothes and then head downstairs.
I type London Fog into the search bar and begin collecting the ingredients from around the kitchen. I follow each step precisely—making sure it’s perfect—and when I’m finished I head back upstairs to Lacey’s room.
I gently knock on the door and enter. She’s moving around the room packing her suitcase and she turns to face me.
“What’s that?” she asks, eyeing the mug.
“A London Fog.”
“You made me my drink?” Her eyebrow hitches slightly. She walks over and takes it from me.
“It’s the first one I’ve ever made, so I hope it’s good.” She takes a large sip and lets out a sound that makes my cock harden instantly.
“It’s perfect, J,” she says, taking another sip and letting out another moan. Fuck.
“Good,” I manage to choke out. “I’m going to go get packed up.” I turn quickly and walk out the door. Tanner is laying on his bed scrolling on his phone when I walk in our room.
“Did you really sleep downstairs last night?” he asks.
“No.”
He looks up from his phone screen and sits up in bed. “Well if you weren’t in here and you weren’t down there, where the hell did you sleep?”
“In a bed.”
“Which bed?”
“Lacey’s.”
“Dude, you slept with her?” His voice is loud and I gesture for him to lower his voice. “You slept with her?” he repeats in a whisper.
“We shared a bed, but that’s it.”
“Dude!”
“It’s not what you think. She found me miserable in the living room and took pity on her friend.”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “So what’s step one in getting her back?”
“Already in action. I made her favorite drink this morning and brought it upstairs for her to drink while she packed.” I smile to myself. Two days ago I had no idea what her favorite drink was, but this morning I learned how to make it. The sound she made when she took a sip from the mug replays in my head and I try to shake it away. God, what I’d give to hear it again.
“I think we’re going to need to do better than that.” Tanner’s eyes look ridiculous and he pulls out his phone. His fingers are moving a mile a minute.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you,” he deadpans as he continues to type. My phone begins to vibrate.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Tanner: I have an idea on how we can help Jacks get his girl back
Tanner: But I think you’re going to have to get Poppy’s help
Tanner: You think she would help us
Logan: Good morning to you too.
Logan: Depends. What’s your idea?
Jacks: Do I get a say in this?
Tanner: No
Logan: No.
Tanner: Can y’all kick Lacey out of your car
I look at Tanner. “I’m standing right next to you. This is fucking stupid man.”
“No it’s not. If we text, she can’t hear us talking about the plan,” he whispers. I roll my eyes.
Logan: I mean sure, but who would she ride with? The plan is for me to take the girls back to their apartment.
Tanner: She’ll ride with Jacks and get some much needed alone time
Jacks: And how will you two dumbasses convince her to do that?
“I drove you here. Who are you going to ride with?” Tanner looks up at me and then gestures back at his phone. I let out a long breath. Why is he so fucking annoying? I walk away from my roommate and plop down on my bed before beginning to type again.
Jacks: Tanner, I drove you here. Who will you ride with?
Logan: We could tell her it’s supposed to rain and that we need the back of the truck for our luggage? We put everything in the bed on the way up.
Tanner: Fucking brilliant dude
Tanner: I’ll make Wren drive me home
Jacks: What makes you think she’ll agree to that?
Tanner: There won’t be room in your Jeep with you two love birds and all your luggage
Logan: I’m on it!
I look over at Tanner and he’s smiling like a fucking idiot. I can’t deny his plan is genius. We’re two hours from home and I can’t think of a better way to spend the drive back than with Lacey.
I finish my cup of coffee and head back downstairs to help with the final tasks that need to be completed before we leave the cabin. Logan and Enzo are standing in the kitchen talking. Donovan rounds the corner carrying his luggage.
“Have you talked to Poppy and Lacey about the weather?” I ask.
“Not yet. Poppy was finishing up getting ready,” Logan says.
“What about the weather?” Enzo asks.
“Oh, we might have to rearrange who is riding with who because it’s supposed to rain,” Logan explains.
Donovan walks over and looks out the window. “There isn’t a cloud in the sky. You sure?”
Logan and my eyes meet each other. I quickly try to direct my gaze elsewhere, but Donovan catches us.
“Wait, what’s going on?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I answer too quickly.
“Spill the tea, boys,” Enzo laughs.
Tanner walks back into the kitchen. “Mornin’ fellas,” he says. “What are y’all talking about?”
“Logan and Jacks were about to tell us why they think it might rain later,” Enzo says.
Tanner starts to laugh. “Might as well let them in on it. We could probably use their help.”
I look around the space and none of the girls are nearby. “Logan and Tanner are helping me get Lacey back,” I say.
“We want in,” Enzo says.
“Yeah, what’s the plan?” Donovan asks.
I fill them in on the car plan and they agree to go along with our little ruse. Tanner adds both of them to the group text. We finish taking out the trash and Logan starts the dishwasher. Poppy rounds the corner, and Lacey and Wren make their way downstairs.
“Could y’all help me with my luggage?” Poppy asks. Logan nods and heads toward their room, pausing to place a kiss on her forehead. Wren walks an armful of towels over to the laundry room and starts a load.
“Is there anything else we need to do before we head out?” Lacey asks.
“No, I think we got everything,” Donovan says.
Logan appears, holding Poppy’s luggage and sets it by the door. “Wren and Lacey, are y’all’s things upstairs?”
They nod.
“I’ll go grab it,” Tanner shouts, running by all of us and up the stairs.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Tanner: Show time baby! Let’s FUCKINGGG go!
I silently chuckle to myself. If this works, I’ll be shocked.
“Lacey, you mind riding back with Jacks? It’s supposed to rain and I don’t want our stuff to get wet in the bed of the truck,” Logan says.
Lacey and Poppy glance at each other. “Rain?” Poppy asks.
“Yeah. Are you sure?” Lacey adds, walking over to the window and looking up at the very blue and very clear sky.
“Yep, my app says it’s supposed to hit on the drive home. I don’t want to chance it.”
She looks at me skeptically. “If I ride with you, then who will Tanner ride with?”
“Wren,” Tanner says, stepping off the bottom step and making his way over to the door.
Wren’s face immediately falls and she glances over to the other girls.
“Tanner isn’t going to bother Wren for two hours. Donovan y’all have more than enough space for Tanner, right?” Lacey says.
“Sure do,” Enzo says.
“Are we sure it’s even going to rain?” Poppy asks, looking down at her phone. “My weather app shows?—”
Logan grabs her and pulls her in for a kiss, cutting off her statement.
“On second thought, Lacey, you may need to ride with Jace regardless of the weather.” She winks at Logan and giggles.
“It’s settled then. I’ll ride with Jace and Tanner will ride with Donovan and Enzo,” Lacey says.