“What on earth!” My mother’s shrill voice cut across my nerves and the butterflies fluttered to the pit of my stomach in a slow death, cooling my fevered blood and obliterating any buzz of arousal lingering in my veins.
Okay, so this looked bad. I definitely appeared to be stepping out on my man orgy style.
And my mother, God love her, was actually standing there clutching a set of pearls around her throat.
Because, of course she was.
Nick grinned and nodded to me, that smug smirk saying,how do you plan to explain this one?
Challenge accepted.
“What’s going on here?” Nick’s mother demanded from where she stood with my mom when no one spoke. Ironically, she was not clutching a set of pearls. Instead she had her hands on her hips, her chest puffed out, ready to battle.
A total mood… and one I had to respect despite having been on the receiving end of sharp daggers flying at me from narrowed eyes.
“It’s okay, Nick’s a cuck. He likes this.”
Nick’s mouth flattened into a grim line and his eyes blazed with a furious intensity, promising revenge.
“A cuck? What’s a cuck? Is this a sex thing?”
Matt glanced over at Seth and Landon, who’d stopped fucking each other with their tongues long enough to take in the show. They all burst out laughing and in unison said, “For everyone but the cuck.”
“So, it is a sex thing,” his mother said. “Nick, are you gay?”
“No, Mom, I’m not gay.” He took each of their elbows and steered them back the way they came, but not before shooting a hot, hard look over his shoulder and mouthing the words, “You’re dead.”
ChapterTen
Charlie was tryingto kill me.
I couldn’t prove it, but if this were a trial, a jury of all men would seal her fate.
“Charlie!” I half growled, half yelled her name as I barged into our room. I stood in the fucking lobby in nothing but swim shorts, having to explain to both of our mothers in front of at least thirty people eavesdropping what cuckolds are. The next half hour I tried to convince them I was not one, Charlie was only kidding, and no, I didn’t need to see a sex therapist.
My hammering heart echoed in my ears, and blood pounded through my veins. My palms ached from clenching my fists for over an hour and now she had to pay.
We were supposed to be a team on this.
As near as I could tell, I was getting a glimpse of what an actual relationship with Charlie would be like. Practical jokes, misunderstandings, a lot of anger, a constant state of horniness, all morphing into the singular desire to wrap my hands around that soft neck and choke the life right out of her.
My moral compass had a workout coming.
Stalking to the closed bathroom door, I pounded with the side of my fist. “Get your ass out here, spawn.”
The sound of her muffled laugh broke through the red haze, followed by a loaded sigh. But it was the third sound reaching my ears that changed everything.
Buzzing.
That. Little. Shit.
“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”
“Be out in a few minutes!” she called, her voice grating on my every ball-aching nerve. The sound of the jets kicking on drowned out the sounds that followed, leaving me with nothing but my very vivid imagination and deprived, aching dick.
The fuck she would.
Saint Nick, my ass.
