Chapter 200

“Shut the hell up, dickhead,” Zack grumbles, closing his eyes. I’m not sure how long it takes, but with the way my skin aches, and the way my core flushes with warmth, it feels like forever. I shift and wiggle on the cushion, glad that I’m not sitting on anyone’s lap.

With a deep, guttural groan, Zack finishes, and I can see his muscles going tight, body shivering with climax. He exhales sharply and hangs his head for a minute. Windsor digs into the bag by his side and pulls out a roll of paper towels, tossing them Zack’s way.

“I’ll … be right back.” Zack takes the paper towels, and I glance away so he can have a second of privacy. He then disappears in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Well, holy shit,” Zayd whispers with a chuckle. “He seriously did it.

Maybe I don’t hate the guy quite so much after all?”

“Is there a reason you guys hated him in the first place?” I ask, looking between the three Idol boys.

“Besides the bet he made with Lizzie?” Z