Page 49 of Done with You

He finished making the bed, then was in the middle of yanking off his pants—his shirt already off—when a bedroom door opened. He knew it was the guest room door, because it made a slight creak, whereas Jordan and Rayma’s door didn’t.

He could have just ignored her, could have just gone about his business, continuing to get ready for bed, but he didn’t. He stepped to the side to see her, with her towel and pajamas, head into the bathroom. But before she closed the door, a cry from behind Rayma and Jordan’s door made her pause and open the bathroom door again.

She knew what kind of a cry that was.

He knew what kind of a cry that was.

Another one. Followed by an, “Oh God, Lassie, harder.”

Oona’s mouth opened and her cheeks turned pink. Then her eyes flashed up to his.

He held her gaze for several long, agonizing heartbeats, then followed the roll of her throat as she swallowed, the dart of her tongue as she licked the seam of her lips.

His cock twitched and that’s when he remembered he was no longer in his jeans, but his tight navy-blue boxer briefs. Her eyes fell to the front of his boxers and he could see her breathing heavily as her nostrils flared and pupils dilated.

A manly grunt from the bedroom fell heavily between them.

He thought about rushing her. About shoving her into the bathroom and taking her in the shower, but before he could act on that terrible idea, she squeezed her eyes shut, blinked them open, shook her head, then disappeared into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Aiden exhaled a deep breath and dropped his chin to his chest.

At least one of them was making the right decision this time.

Too bad it was the one that left his cock hard and angry with him for the rest of the night.

Chapter Eleven

She was in and out of the shower and bathroom lickity split this time, making sure she sent the right message to Aiden. That she didn’t want to see him, let alone stand awkwardly in the hallway, listening to their siblings having sex while he got an erection.

She disappeared into her room and stayed there. Of course, she heard him use the bathroom to brush his teeth and whatever, but he didn’t have a shower, so she was safe—sort of—from picturing his soapy, naked body just beyond the drywall.

It was roughly three o’clock in the morning on Thursday—according to her phone—when she woke up needing to pee. Normally, she never woke up in the middle of the night, but she’d had one and half glasses of wine with Rayma and any time she had alcohol, she had to pee during the middle of the night.

Groggily, and still mostly asleep, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully opened her bedroom door, grateful that it didn’t creak this time. The last thing she needed was Aiden’s wrath for waking him up because she didn’t want to pee the bed.

The wood floor was cold beneath her bare feet and a chill swept up the length of her spine from her toes to the nape of her neck, making her shiver. She was in flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. And for half a second, she thought about ducking back into her room and grabbing a hoodie. But she ignored the chill and pressed on.

Curiosity competed with the need to pee and she considered checking on Aiden in the living room, but then she talked some sense into her half-asleep self, and just opened the bathroom door.

And what she found inside was Aiden standing over the toilet, yanking it. In the dark. His eyes closed, mouth open as his hand slid over his shaft from base to crown and back.

“What the—” She closed the door quickly.

“Would it kill you to knock?” he barked, not quietly.

She opened the door again and he was just pulling up his sweatpants. “Would it kill you to lock the door? What the hell?”

Rayma and Jordan’s bedroom door opened and two very sleepy-looking people gazed back at them, their eyes thin slits, hair all wonky.

“Everything okay?” Jordan asked, rubbing his green eyes, pillow marks criss-crossing one side of his face like he’d been attacked by a dog.

Oona’s chest rose and fell quickly and she cast a harsh glare toward Aiden.

“Your sister needs to learn how to knock,” Aiden grumbled, directing his words to Rayma.

“It’s the middle of the night, the light was off,” Oona protested. “And if you’re going to …”

Aiden gave her a warning look.

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