Page 5 of When It's Us
I feel a twinge of guilt, because my best friend has no clue that I’ve actually hooked up with her brother-in-law...twice. She only knows about the first time—and I barely told her that much. Just the broad strokes, no details. I meant to tell her after her wedding, but the right moment never came.
Okay, fine. That’s a lie. I had plenty of chances, but something made me hold back. Obviously, she knows he’s hot—he’s a Hayes, after all—but I don’t know… It’s not like it’ll happen again. Even though both times were hot and enjoyable, he drives me absolutely insane.
It’s not like I’m sitting around pining for the oversized jerk, and it meant nothing. To either of us.
“Hooking up with that man is a horrible idea,” I say once I’ve recovered the ability to speak without wheezing. “Also, we literally can’t go five minutes without arguing.”
“Oh, I know,” she says, nodding, “but that’s only because you two are hot for each other.”
“We arenot—”
Wren cocks a droll brow at me. “You’re seriously going to tell me you went down on each other but you’re not into him?”
“Okay, fine,” I huff, “I’m attracted to him. But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to let it happen again.”
A loud squeal from outside pulls my attention, effectively cutting off my spiraling thoughts. I stand and move toward the window as Wren asks, “What’s the matter?”
I shake my head. “There goes my peace and quiet. The neighbors are being loud as hell,” I say, sounding every bit a grouchy, nearly forty-something neighbor.
Pulling the curtains back, I give my eyes time to adjust.
“The hot neighbors?” Wren asks and I nod.
The music coming from next door is quieter and sultrier now, but I can still hear faint, sporadic laughter through the double-pained glass. I can barely make out a table littered with beer cans and a giant bong.
Shifting the drapery back a bit further, darkness creeps in around the light coming from the lit pool. All the exterior lights are off, but the lap of the water draws my attention to the shallow end.
Illuminated from underneath the water are three figures. The woman, Vanessa, is perched on the stairs of the pool, fully nude. She eyes the man in the water before her, a coy smile on her perfect mouth. His back and ass bare, Josh, by the broad shoulders and trim waist, skates his hands over the surface of the water. My eyes trail over him. Damn. I don’t remember twenty-year-olds looking like that when I was his age. Something niggles at the back of my mind, but I shove it away. They’re all adults. Just because I’m almost old enough to be their mother doesn’t mean I can’t look.
The other guy, Ryan, takes the stairs and stops halfway down next to Vanessa. She looks up at him with a slow nod and a sexy grin when he says something to her that I can’t make out.
Before I can register what’s happening, she reaches up and yanks his swimsuit down, pulling his cock free. He shimmies his suit down his hips, and soon the scrap of red fabric floats a foot away. Leaning forward, Vanessa hungrily laps at Ryan’s cock before taking him in her mouth. Josh steps forward and, in one quick thrust, buries himself inside her.
Holy shit.Get it, Vanessa.
“Earth to Ginger.”
I choke out a laugh and flip the camera, holding it up to the window, but it’s too dark.
“I can’t see anything,” Wren says. “What’s happening?”
“You know those books Finn’s always trying to get us to read?” I ask, eyes still on the scene before me.
“The monster fucker ones?”
I snort. “No. The other ones, like threesome type shit,” I say, flicking my eyes to the phone screen.
Wren gasps lightly. “They’re outside…fucking? Three of them?”
I nod and pull back the curtain ever so slightly, getting a better look.
Josh pounds into Vanessa, making waves in the water, and she’s got her head thrown back, Ryan fucking relentlessly into her open mouth. His hands are buried in her hair, hers gripping his thighs. I continue watching and let out a shaky laugh that I needlessly smother with a hand when Vanessa doubles down, slurping and sucking Ryan back like a pro.
Heat blooms in my core and my heartbeat thumps in my chest. I’ve all but forgotten I’ve been on the phone with my best friend when she clears her throat.
“Sorry. Should I be watching this? Am I the asshole here? I mean, it’s an invasion of privacy at the least and creepy at best.”
Wren tilts her head, thinking. “Is it though? They’re just…right there. No fucks given.”
