The kissing.
The grunting.
The moaning.
The smell of hot sex.
It’s impossible to shut out.
I sigh into Waylon’s lips.
“I love you, baby,” he says.
I kiss him. I never say the words back because our time is up.
“You both passed the first round. You have five minutes to collect yourself before we proceed,” the voice says.
I take off. I need out of the room. I need to breathe without smelling Langston. Need to think without Langston popping into my mind. Touch without Langston’s lips branding into my memory as he kisses me.
I want to run to the top deck to get some air, but Langston will find me there, and I need some space away from him to make sure I know what I’m doing.
I dart into one of the bathrooms and lock the door behind me.
I take deep, hard breaths, filling my lungs with warm oxygen as I grab onto the sink and look at myself in the mirror.
I’m doing the right thing.
I’m going to win.
I have to win.
22
Langston
I really do hate Liesel.
And yet, I’ve never wanted her more.
As frustrating as that was, it was also the most erotic moment of my life.
I’ve spent my entire life needing to fuck Liesel and yet not having her. That was the closest we’ve ever gotten, and it was nowhere near enough.
Hearing her, smelling her, seeing her, but not being able to touch her, that was my own special kind of hell. One I hope to rectify soon.
Five minutes.
That’s how long we have to the next round. I watch Liesel dart out of the room. Immediately, I sprint afte
r her, leaving Phoenix still tied to the bed.
Of all the ways I’ve imagined Liesel and me fucking for the first time, this isn’t what I’d choose. Minutes after we were both forced to fuck other people in the same room while being watched by strangers isn’t exactly ideal.
Five minutes isn’t long enough either, but at least it would be our choice.
I chase Liesel down the hallway.
She slams a door shut.