Lennox
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
My phone vibrates against the wooden nightstand with a fierceness that only means someone is trying to get in touch with me.
I blindly reach for it, tucking it into the bed with me just so I don’t have to listen to it.
“Okay, why? What’s going on?” Jace’s voice is raspy like he just woke up but oddly short and abrupt. He’s back to how he sounded the first time we met and even when we first arrived here. The last few days he’s been more relaxed and not so clipped when he talks to me so his tone is concerning.
I squint one eye hard as the other attempts to open. There are no goddamn blinds in this cabin so sleeping in is impossible. So is waking up peacefully without getting blinded by the morning sun.
“Fine. Yeah, I got it, bye.”
Oookay. He’s irritated.
My phone buzzes against my skin again and now my curiosity overrides my need to wake up slowly. Blinking, I glance at the screen and Graham’s name pops up with multiple missed calls.
“Fuck!” Jace sits up urgently, tossing the comforter off of him like he was drowning under it.
I rub my eyes and prop up on my elbow. “Jesus, mate. What is it?”
“Fuck. Fucking Fuck!” He jolts up, and I’m quickly pushing myself up at the shock of his outburst. If he’s swearing profanities, it must be bad. “Goddamnit!” he screams again as he rounds the wall that separates the bedroom from the living space.
I jump out of bed, further kicking my dirty jeans and boxers under the bed.
He ran off so fast after that long sexy grunt of his, I knew he came, there was no way he didn’t.
I wanted him to question whether or not I did so that way he could just ignore it, pretending it was part of the script because I figured that’s what he needed.
So, I washed up in the kitchen then changed quickly without giving away the fact that I did in fact come watching my gorgeous co-star jerk himself off last night.
I didn’t plan to do that.
Okay, maybe it crossed my mind. But, the scene warped so easily into what I read in the script. I wasn’t lying when I said the sex scenes made me nervous and it was the perfect excuse to push us in the direction I needed to get into character.
Seeing him like that though…I shake my head, forcing out a long breath.
He fell apart. Stopped overthinking. Forgot about all the things he thinks he should be doing and was completely in the moment with me.
Everything about him and what happened was so goddamn sexy.
“Shit.” He’s back in the room, tossing all his clothes haphazardly in his suitcase and none of this is like him at all. He’s meticulous and clean. He’s never made a mess or has left one since we’ve been here. He even cleans his dishes and dries them individually by hand when he’s done.
I take two steps toward him and reach out my hand. He steps away holding his arm out, stopping me from moving any closer.
“Don’t.” His eyes are frantic and angry, flickering side to side as if he’s trying to comprehend everything that’s running through his head. “This is your fault. It’s all your fucking fault.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, quietly.
He tosses his phone on the bed toward me. Leaning down, I pick it up slowly and take in the headline from the celebrity gossip website, Chatterbox.
IT LOOKS LIKE JACE WILDER FINALLY FOUND HIS WILD SIDE, IN THE FORM OF LENNOX ROME.
I use my thumb to scroll down to see an image of our profiles in the window of the same cabin we’re currently in. When the image comes into full view, it’s not just a photo, it’s a video that begins to play on its own.
Me and Jace, shirtless as we stare at each other with pure lust and desperation. I’ve never seen myself look like I needed something so bad and Jace has never looked sexier. His mouth slacked open, eyes focused solely on me, while I bit my lip.
The window seal cuts off our lower halves but between our arm placement and jerking movement of our naked upper bodies, the video shows enough to know exactly what we’re doing.
Someone recorded us last night and there’s video proof of it everywhere.