Page 98 of Broken Rules
“Are you sure?”
Lennox nods, pressing another kiss before releasing our embrace, then takes his phone out of his pocket as he leans against the wall with a view of the table. I head into the bustling backroom, people are getting ready, and I wish I were still back here waiting for my turn to start over with the confidence I know I have. However, wishing will only get me so far. I need to put in the work to make it.
Next time.
I take a brisk shower to ease my mind, quickly get dressed and zip my jacket while leaving the dressing room just as Lennox walks out from the stage. He jogs up to me with a grin, lifting me into a bear hug before placing me back on the floor. “Ready?”
“Yes. What were you doing back there?”
“I was getting a closer look at the last audition.”
“How did they do?”
“Eh.”
I giggle and intertwine our fingers while we stroll toward the door, my shoulders dipping when I release a sigh and glance up at Lennox when he gives me a gentle squeeze and a wink. We drive the half hour home as I stare out the passenger window, trying not to think about today.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Tilting my head toward him, I smile. “Your reason for being late?”
“Yup. My first customer was top priority. With my dad still on limited physical activity, getting your purchase up the stairs and setting up took longer than I anticipated.”
My cheeks heat. “It’s ready?”
“The question is,” he moves close to my ear, “are you ready to go to bed?”
I blow out a shaky breath, my heart skipping. “Yes—wait, you had your dad help you bring it!?”
Lennox hums, kissing me just below my ear, and I moan, kneading my thighs as I squeeze them together. “Well, Kylo’s in Florida, but don’t worry, Peaches. My dad has no clue.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, capturing his lips when he nips my skin.
“Completely.” He grunts when I maneuver to straddle his lap, the horn sounds as my ass hits the steering wheel, and we laugh, breathing hard into each other, needing to be closer.
Urging me to grind on his growing erection, Lennox tilts his head back as I slowly buck forward, his grip on my hips strengthening, gazing into his eyes while teasing him harder, getting him ready.
“Arms behind the headrest,” I whisper against his lips, my hair surrounding his handsome face. He quirks a brow, gliding his hands up my sides before complying, and I nibble on his lower lip while rocking on his dick faster, his grunts getting louder as I hold his throat—touching the door handle, I say, “First one upstairs wears the pants.”
In seconds I’m out of the Mustang, looking back at his furrowed expression before he grins, booking it toward me. I squeak a laugh while trying to get the front door unlocked and jet inside, Jinx and Jax dashing across the room as I drop my keys on the floor when he grabs hold of my waist, drawing my back flush to his body. Moaning, I caress his cheek while he kisses my neck, cupping my pussy to pull my ass closer to his hard dick.
“Wait—” I breathe, my heart racing. “I need a second.”
Lennox loosens his hold, and I break free, dropping my coat, huffing while backing up against the wall. “You have five seconds.”
I grin and yank my shirt over my head, his heavy gaze darting to my bare tits. “I only needed one.”
Racing for the stairs, I glance back at Lennox hot on my heels, lifting away his shirt in one swoop, and he gets me onto my knees halfway up the stairs when he secures his arm around my body. My leggings and thong are around my thighs as Lennox yanks them down, baring my ass while gliding his palm over the right cheek—I moan when he leaves a sharp slap.
“You like being chased, Peaches?” He takes my arms behind my back, my cheek pressed against the step while his buckle jingles, unfastening his zipper. “Or do you enjoy the effects of being caught?”
“Why choose—” I moan, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip when he enters my pussy in one swift thrust.
A gruff pant leaves him before he laughs, grunting while I back into his body, making him pick up his pace. Each eager thrust has me whining, my legs slipping wider to take him in deeper as he presses onto my lower back, hitting the same spot, over and over—my heavy breaths pick up, my clit pulsing, so damn close to coming, then he withdraws.
“No—keep going,” I whimper, and he hums, my eyes rolling back as he glides his fingers along my slit.
“Not here.”
