A groan from the bathroom distracted me from my thoughts, and I hurried to the door. Shit, had Griffin hurt himself?
I stood in front of it for a few seconds, and then I heard another groan. I was about to knock and ask if he was okay when I heard a low sound. If I hadn’t practically pegged my ear to the door, I would have missed it completely.
“Fuck, Phoebe!” And then another groan.
Heat pooled between my thighs. I barely bit back a groan myself as I realized what was happening.
Griffin was pleasuring himself.
Heat like I’d never known coursed through me. I fanned myself as I took deep breaths, then I swallowed hard. I was already slick between my thighs.Holy shit.
I looked at the bed, then back at the door to the bathroom. I wasn’t going to survive the night. There was no way I could sleep next to this man and not give in to my feelings, knowing he’d touched himself while thinking about me.
I hurried out of the room before Griffin had the chance to come out. If I saw him with damp skin, I was going to maul him right there and then, there was no question about that.
Emma and Jude were both at the kitchen island chopping vegetables when I stepped in.
“Hey,” I said. “Can I help in any way?”
This would be an excellent way to take my mind off all the sexy things happening upstairs.
“That would be great. We’d finish the preparation faster,” Emma said.
“It’s going to take a while for everything to be ready,” Jude added.
“What are we making?” I asked.
“Skewers,” Jude replied proudly, nodding toward the long metal rods on the table.
Emma was chopping up cucumbers. “We’re also making a salad,” she explained.
“This looks delicious.”
“You want to start the fire, honey?” Emma asked Jude.
He nodded. “Yes, I’d better. The fire does take me a while.” He looked at me. “We have a grill, but I prefer the fire pit.”
“My parents had that too,” I said as Emma handed me a cutting board and gave me tomatoes and cucumbers.
“Please chop those finely into small bites. They have more flavor like that.”
“Got it,” I said.
“You were saying about your parents?” Jude asked.
“Oh, we had a fire pit when I was growing up.”
“You’re from San Diego?” Emma asked.
“Yes. My parents lived here until a few years ago. My grandparents moved to Montana about eight years ago. That’s where they’re from, and now they need a bit of help, so my parents moved there as well.”
“What am I missing?” Griffin asked, jogging down the stairs.
He came straight to me, putting a hand at my lower back. I hoped to God I wasn’t blushing.
“You already put her to work?” Griffin teased.
“Nah, we were just hoping to get some insider info on you,” Jude said with good humor.
