Page 64 of What About Us
I couldn’t look away from the erotic scene before me if the house was on fire and making a run for it would save my life. Suddenly, he tips his head back, eyes closed, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life as his strokes become jerky.
A muscle pops in his jaw and his abs clench. My eyes drop as he comes, with a low grunt and a sexy, breathy, “fuck” tumbling from his lips. Thick ribbons of cum decorate the glass of the shower door, and I press my thighs together, a whimper slipping from my lips involuntarily at the sight.
His head snaps up and our eyes meet. His face is a combination of spent lust and shock. His normally light, silvery-hazel eyes turned gunmetal gray are wide, and his chest is still heaving. He opens his mouth to say something, but I don’t give him the chance.
I drop the towels at my feet and spin around, my forehead colliding with the doorjamb.
“Ow, fuck,” I mutter, gathering my bearings and racing away from the bathroom.
I grab the doorknob and slam his bedroom door shut behind me, effectively cutting off the sound of his voice when he calls out, “Jameson, wait!”
Chapter 21
Finnley
I pull up toWren and Hank’s cabin fifteen minutes later. Barreling up the three small steps, I zip the jacket I hastily grabbed from my backseat and bang my knuckles on the door four times.
“Wren?” I call out, almost hysterically. “You home?” I know she is. Her truck is parked next to the cabin. I try to peek through the window, but the curtains are drawn.
A couple of seconds later, she opens the door, phone in hand and concern on her face.
“Oh, thank God!” I screech. “I’m totally freaking out!” I push past her into the small cabin.
“By all means, come in,” she says, and then, “What’s the matter?”
I whirl to face her and dramatically throw out a hand. “I just saw Hudson’s dick,” I blurt.
Wren straightens, eyes wide, and a little gasp escapes.
“Woah, sister! Did she just say what I think she said?” comes a voice I recognize as Ginger’s from the phone in Wren’s hand.
Wren cranes her neck toward the back of the cabin.
“Oh, God. Is Hank here?” I whisper-shout. “His truck isn’t outside.”
Wren nods and shuffles back a step to close the door. “It’s over at the house site, and yes, he’s in the shower. So, unless want him hearing you, keep your voice down.” She holds up the phone. “Ginger, I’ll call you back.”
“Hell, no, you won’t. I want to hear about Hudson’s dick,” Ginger says.
Wren raises her eyebrows at me for approval and I sigh. “It’s fine.” I say, flopping down on the two-seater loveseat next to the woodburning stove. “I’m already humiliated as it is.” It’s not the complete truth. I mean, it’s embarrassing, sure, but what’s really got me tangled up is how much I liked what I saw.
“Hold on,” Wren says to Ginger, and she hands me the phone. “And you, hold this.” She crosses the room and gathers clothes, then cracks open the bathroom door, steam rolling out.
Visions of Hudson fill my mind again. I glance over and take in the rumpled bed, the covers skewed and hanging crazily over the side. I yank my gaze away from their bed, groaning. I can’t catch a break. First, I watch my best friend jerk off, and now, I’m staring at what appears to be myotherbest friend’s sex-rumpled bed.
“Babe, Finn is here. So, don’t come out nude.”
Hank says something I can't make out and Wren laughs. Shutting the door, she comes to plop down next to me, her pregnant belly cradled in her hand. She tugs my sleeve until I’m right against her, shoulder-to-shoulder, and we’re framed in the screen so Ginger can see us both.
“Did I interrupt you two doing it?” I ask point-blank, taking in her bare feet and robe tied tight around her waist.
“No, that was me,” Ginger says with a laugh.
Wren rolls her eyes. “No one interrupted anything. You honestly think we’re stopping to answer the phone or the door?” she asks, propping her feet up and turning her head to look at me. “Now, spill.”
With a wide grin on her face, Ginger perches on her bed with a pillow in her lap and places her chin in her hand, clearly settling in for the tea.
My eyes dart to the bathroom door, and I lower my voice so only Ginger and Wren can hear me. I do not need Hank overhearing this conversation. “I watched him jerk off in the shower,” I mumble out of the side of my mouth.
