Page 54 of Too Far

“Cameras, Jojo. Anything and everything we do…”

Shit on a crumbly cracker.

It’s the reminder I need. But damn if it doesn’t sting like rejection.

As if he can read my mind, Kendrick whips out his phone and nods, silently signaling that I should do the same.

Kendrick:You’re perfect. You feel so fucking good in my arms. I wish I could take you out on that dance floor right now and show everyone what’s mine

Jojo:This sucks

He chuckles, and Greedy catches on.

“Yeah. Okay. I’m not going to stand here while you two sext. Find me later, Joze, and we can catch up. I’m Hunter’s ride home, so I’m sure I’ll see you in a bit.”

Oh. Hunter.

We had plans to meet up at the party like usual. I got distracted by the very un-party-like atmosphere when we walked in.

Joey:Hey girl. I’m back

Kylian leans forward, brushing against my body not so subtly, but in a way that wouldn’t be noticeable on camera. Probably.

“I’m heading upstairs,” he tells me. “If you need a break from Big Brother, head to your room. Cap’s room is safe as long as he’s not in there, too. Come to the Nest if you need me.”

He kisses the back of my neck, a barely there peck that inspires a full body shudder.

I need more. Want more. I swear I didn’t realize how much PDA we engage in until it was off the table. It’s only been a few days, and I’ve turned into a needy, touch-deprived bitch.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I whisper. My world may be topsy-turvy because of the feature, but I know damn well Kylian’s not going to allow a break in our Sunday morning routine.

Nothing beats starting the day with multiple orgasms as Kylian eats me for breakfast.

“You’ll be down here for a while?” I ask Kendrick as Kylian walks away.

“Until midnight. That’s the official end time.”

Huh. That’s also new.

“I’ll find Hunter in a bit and let her know I saw you,” I tell Greedy.

His face falls. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear it.”

I smirk. At least Greedy’s self-aware enough to realize how Hunter truly feels about him.

“I’m going to go find Cap,” I announce.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Kendrick turns so he’s the one with his back to the window and scans the crowd.

“Check the gym,” he suggests, propping one knee up behind him and settling in to stand guard.

Weaving through the people scattered about is easier than usual. It’s noticeably less crowded tonight; the typical chaos and excitement are a barely discernible buzz.

I take advantage of the quiet kitchen and empty hall by pulling out my phone.

Joey:Where are you?

Hunter:I’m in your room. They were making everyone sign NDAs downstairs. Corbin let me up before they got to me.