I tug on the hem of Kingston’s t-shirt. “Take this off.” I twist until I’m facing Bentley. “You too. Lose the shirt.”
Bentley winks. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”
Two more shirts join the floor before I’m grabbing the back of Kingston’s neck, pulling him into a kiss. As we rub against each other, skin to skin, we’re a tornado of sloppy kisses, moans, and deep intakes of breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Reed holding his phone up in our direction, but I’m too consumed with lust to question it.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Bentley massages my breasts while licking the shell of my ear.
Kingston breaks away from my mouth and pushes Bentley’s hand away before kissing a path down to my left breast. I shudder as his tongue swirls around the pointed tip before sucking it into his mouth. My knees buckle as a wave of dizziness washes over me.
Kingston catches me by the hips as he pulls away. “You okay?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. “Yeah... uh...” Now the room is spinning. “Maybe I should sit down for a minute.”
Kingston and Bentley exchange a loaded glance over my shoulder before guiding me to the nearby couch. Man, why am I so sleepy all of a sudden? As my back hits the soft cushions, I curl onto my side.
My lids drift closed. “Just give me a minute and I’ll—”
That’s the last thing I remember before blacking out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KINGSTON
“She’s out,” Bentley says. “Fuck. That got way out of control. I never would’ve guessed she’d be that responsive.”
I rake my hands through my hair. “Me neither.”
I pace the room, needing to distance myself from Jasmine. When we came up with this little plan of ours, Lawson was supposed to deliver her as she was on the verge of passing out. We thought she’d fall asleep, we’d get the pictures we needed, and leave. It seemed that way when she first walked through the door, but she got a second wind when Bent started kissing her. I never intended to take it that far, but once I saw how into it she was, logic took a flying fucking leap out the window.
My fists clench at the thought of Bentley’s hands and lips all over her. I don’t know what the fuck my problem is—we’ve shared a few women in the past—but with Jasmine, it’s different. She’s different. There’s an obvious spark between the two of them which turned into an inferno tonight. It makes the beast inside of me want to destroy everything in its path.
“I was about to step in and remind you what we were really here for,” Reed grumbles. “You fucking idiots let your dicks take charge of that.”
I flip him off. “Fuck off, man. I would’ve stopped it before it got any further.”
“Right.” He scoffs and holds up his phone. “When you see the video, you may change your mind.”
Bentley adjusts himself with a wince. “My boner won’t go down. Do I have time for a quick jerk-off sesh?”
I give him a wry look as I move my own dick into a more comfortable position. “Deal with it, asshole. We need to get out of here.”
Bentley quickly glances as Jasmine. “What do we do now?”
I motion to the sleeping beauty on the couch. “Let’s move to the bedroom. Strip her jeans off and then grab a few pictures to go with the video. We need to hurry in case my sister comes looking for her.”
Jasmine stirs slightly as I remove her pants, but she remains asleep. My dick jerks when I catch sight of her red lacy panties and the obvious wet spot on them. Shit. Focus on the task at hand, asshole.
Reed snaps some strategically posed pictures of me and Bentley in bed with Jasmine before we cover her with the blanket. Before we leave, I pull Jasmine’s phone out. She has an older model that doesn’t have facial recognition. Lucky for me, I spied her passcode when she unlocked it the other day in class. I shoot off a quick text to Ainsley so she knows where to find Jasmine before setting it on the nightstand.
“Let’s go.”
I let Reed and Bentley go ahead of me before I lock the door and exit the pool house myself. At least a dozen people all watch as we leave with knowing smiles on their faces. They assume we were in there fucking her, and when these pictures get leaked, it will be confirmed. Jasmine Callahan is going to loathe the day she ever set foot on Windsor property.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JAZZ
“Jazz, wake up.”
I groan as someone shakes me.
“Jazz, c’mon.”
I peel my eyes open and squint at the offending sunlight seeping in through the window. Where the hell am I?
“Jazz!”
I turn my head and find Ainsley standing beside the bed I’m in. “Where am I?”
Her brows pinch together. “Donovan’s pool house. You don’t remember?”
I rub my temples, willing my headache to go away. Ugh, I feel like shit. “I don’t remember much of anything.” My bare skin rubs against the sheets, startling me. I look under the covers and sure enough, I’m only wearing panties. “Why am I practically naked?”
Ainsley’s still frowning. “You seriously don’t remember anything? How much did you drink?”
I gingerly sit up, clutching the comforter to my chest. “Only two, but that second one must’ve been really strong. I remember talking to some guy after you went off with Donovan and not much else.”
She picks my phone off the nightstand. “You texted me around one in the morning that you were locking yourself in the pool house to sleep off the liquor.”
I grab my phone from her outstretched hand and pull up my messages. Yep, I definitely did that. “Huh. I don’t remember any of that.”
Her eyes widen. “Did you hook up with someone?”
“What? No!” I would feel it if I had sex, right? I shake my head, internally assessing my body. Nope, I’m definitely not sore down there and my panties are still on, so that’s a good sign. Heat floods my core when I remember kissing someone... but that was probably a dream. Hopefully.
Ainsley sighs. “Well, thank God you had the sense to lock the door before you passed out. You can never be too careful.”
I smooth down my unruly hair. “How did you get in here?”
She dangles a key chain from her hand. “Donovan gave it to me.”
I look around the room and spot my clothes hanging off the chair in the corner. “Would you mind giving me a minute to get dressed?”
Ainsley nods. “Take your time. I’ll be up front waiting.”
While I’m getting dressed, I glance around the room, trying to jog my memory somehow, but nothing comes. I’ve never been blackout drunk before, especially after only two drinks. Did that guy I was talking to spike my drink? Ainsley was right; thank God I had the sense to lock myself in here. Who knows what could’ve happened?
I check the time on my phone as I meet up with Ainsley and see that it’s quarter after seven. Shit, how am I going to explain being out all night? Sperm Donor is out of town, but surely Ms. Williams would’ve tried reaching me. They never set any kind of curfew—or rules in general that don’t have to do with appearances—but still. My mom trusted my judgment; if I wanted to stay out late, I did, but she always demanded to know where I was and who I was with. She said it helped ease her mind, knowing she can get to me at any time. Does Charles really not care what happens to me? I guess I’ll find out when I get home.