“Mason. Like he knew what each was instantly.
My lip curls as I look at the man himself—he seems entirely too relaxed after the shit we just had to eat.
Connor’s headphones and blindfold are taken off, and he looks down to see a half-eaten skinned rat on his plate.
“Oh, what the hell?” he shouts.
“Now, Connor, you compared this to something your mother made you eat. Anything you’d like to say to your mom in case she’s watching?” Alex asks.
Connor looks to the camera and lifts his finger up accusingly. “Did you fucking feed us rats when we were kids?”
Several people laugh, but you can tell this revelation is shaking his world.
Alex goes through the results before everyone packs up and heads back to the house.
Courtney’s hand intertwines with mine, and she gives me an encouraging smile. “You did really good.”
“We almost lost, babygirl.”
“True, but we didn’t. Little wins. Besides, you already know if the girls had to do the eating, none of us would have made it very far. You should have seen Savannah dry-heaving as she was feeding Noah.” She laughs. “It was the only highlight of the challenge.”
I smirk as I wrap my arm around her shoulders, or at least I try to. She stops me quickly, her eyes darting to a dark puke stain on my shirt.
Bringing my arm back to my side, I nod. “Rain check.”
Courtney laughs as we make our way back to the house.
I take a hot shower and brush my teeth three times before I even leave the bathroom. When I come out, Courtney has a hot blackcoffee and greasy French fries waiting for me. I don’t know where she dug these up, but I’m fucking grateful. Anything to get that nasty taste combo out of my mouth.
There’s a heavy air in the house for the rest of the day and leading into the next morning. There always seems to be when it’s elimination day. No one wants to go home; no one wants to go back to reality or leave all that money on the table. Oh yeah, the dream wedding too, I guess. Funnily enough, that’s a part of the prize that not a single person talks about. Maybe because the idea of getting married to someone after knowing them for a few weeks is batshit. Then again, I’m sure it’s not a real marriage or anything. Probably just a wedding for the audience.
I mean, if Courtney and I have to do a fake wedding in order to win, yeah, I’m down. We both have a lot at stake. We both need that money. So if I have to put on a suit and she has to walk down an aisle in a white dress, I think both of us can accept that. She’d probably look stunning in it, and whether it’s a real ceremony or not, the post-wedding sex would be fucking hot.
“What are you thinking about so intently?” Courtney teases as she drops down into my lap on the couch outside.
We’re dressed for the elimination ceremony, and she chose this green silk dress that rides up in the front and exposes just enough thigh to have my cock throbbing.
My hand instantly moves to cover her bare skin, greedily rubbing it as I savor the silky feel beneath my palm. “Marriage.”
She stills in my lap, and I continue rubbing her leg to reassure her.
“The wedding that comes with the grand prize,” I specify.
Courtney relaxes a bit. “Do you think that’s for real? Like wedding certificate and everything?” she asks.
“It can’t be,” I say. “Probably a gimmick.”
“True… but if you win, it’s not like you could refuse it, right?”
I shake my head. “I doubt it. They want a good show. Ahappily ever after and all that shit.” I laugh as I continue rubbing her leg, slowly creeping my way higher and higher.
She looks around to see if anyone is watching us. Technically we’re just sitting on a couch in the backyard, anyone could walk over at any minute. Hell, there are cameras watching our every move. Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, though.
“Yeah,” she rasps as I tease the edge of her panties.
“We could put on a good show, don’t you think?” I rumble into her ear.
She lets out a panting breath as she looks over her shoulder at me. “What?”
