Page 59 of Wicked Lord

I tried to remind myself I was supposed to be wasted, tempering the flare of anger. “It’s not a s—secret,” I slurred. “I broke up with that asshole Brock Haversham.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Just mind your own fucking business, Vaughn,” Ax growled, towering over his fraternity brother.

I squeezed his hand and leaned into him. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

Axel’s nostrils flared and for a second, I thought I saw real lust igniting in those brilliant blue orbs. Turning me toward the door, he escorted me out despite the nerves churning in my gut.

If Vaughn got a hold of the video, he’d know we were lying. I wasn’t scared of the frat boy, but what if he told Brock… The last thing I wanted was Axel in my almost-fiancé’s crosshairs.

Micah hurried out behind us, disappearing into the crowd before I could ask what the hell he was doing in that office.

Ax never stopped until we reached the VIP room, and the sound of my pounding heart was swallowed up by the symphony of moans.

“Ax, the video?—”

He pressed his finger to my mouth, cutting me off. “Not yet.”

Then he hauled me around another corner. We passed occupied room after room complete with two-way mirrors. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the scandalous sexploits going on just inches away. The moaning echoed through the corridors, the sound of flesh grinding against flesh sending heat racing between my legs.

Ax finally stopped in front of a door and unlike the other rooms, no darkened glass peered into the inside. He jerked it open and led me across the threshold, slamming the door behind us. A dim bulb flickered on, and warm light oozed from a floor lamp in the corner. Thick, dark curtains were draped around the room, probably to muffle groans of pleasure, and a small loveseat sat in the corner. The sound of sex still lingered in the air, but with the door closed, it was nowhere near as loud. Or tempting.

Axel sank into the deep crimson velvet couch with a huff and ran his hand through his hair. “That was way too fucking close,” he ground out.

“But what about the video?”

He flashed me his phone and a wicked grin. “I had Gage take care of it. By the time Vaughn gets down there, the hard drive will have been wiped.”

“That’s who you were texting when Vaughn walked in?”

He nodded, a wry smile curling his lips.

“You’re pretty devious.” I crept closer and slid onto the plush cushion beside him. With the wall at my side, I could clearly make out moans through the thin plaster. I folded my legs and clenched my thighs to smother the slowly building heat.

“Me? What about you? That drunk routine was pretty convincing… The way you batted those lashes at him—” He cut himself off and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “No wonder you’re so good at this whole fake relationship thing.”

“Right,” I murmured, my eyes locked on that full, pillowy lip. God, what was wrong with me? Was I leaning in? There was something about being so close to the ongoing orgy that had my hormones in overdrive. Clearing my throat, I sat back, putting some distance between us. “So what’s your excuse?”

“Come again?” He angled his body toward me, eliminating the space I’d just created.

“I think you’ve been pretty convincing as a fake boyfriend. How are you able to pull it off?”

He shrugged, and a lop-sided smile melted across his face. “I guess you make it easy.”

“Yeah, you do too. I honestly thought faking it would be so much harder but?—”

“It feels natural.” His bright blue eyes seared to mine, and his head tipped closer.

“Yeah…”

A long minute of silence dragged on, only the steady groans, grunts and muffled cries echoing around us, as we remained locked in each other’s gazes. No one moved. I could have sworn I wasn’t even breathing. There was something in the air; it had to be, because I could have sworn I saw lust flare in Axel’s gaze again. It wasn’t that hard to believe, after all. You’d have to be a nun not to be affected by what was happening all around us.

The atmosphere grew charged, and I swallowed hard as the moans from the couple, or maybe even the thruple, on the other side of the wall reached a fevered pitch.

“Well,” I rasped out. “It sounds like someone’s getting off over there.”

“At least someone is…” Ax’s jaw snapped shut. A rueful chuckle spilled out as he crossed his legs, drawing my attention to his bulging erection. “Sorry, I’m dying over here.”