I keep walking because stopping means admitting I’m lost, and I’m not quite ready for that level of humiliation. Maybe I’ll stumble across the kitchen. Or at least find someone who can point me in the right direction.
Then I hear voices. Low and muffled but definitely voices.
I stop, listening. A woman laughs, breathy and pleased. A man says something I can’t make out. Another laugh, this one turning into a soft gasp.
Light spills from a partially open door at the end of this hallway. I’m curious about what people are laughing about at two in the morning.
My feet carry me forward.
The voices get clearer as I approach. The woman moans, long and drawn out. Someone murmurs something in response. My pulse picks up speed, heat crawling up my neck even though I haven’t seen anything yet.
I reach the door and hesitate. This is such a bad idea. This is none of my business. I should leave.
I peer through the narrow gap anyway, the door barely cracked, offering a sliver of the firelit room beyond.
My hands fly to my mouth, stifling a gasp as my heart slams against my ribs. Holy shit, is this even legal? Grant, Donovan,and Kai surround a woman pressed against the wall, her body glistening with sweat in the flickering glow.
Kai’s on his knees, hair wild with his face buried between her thighs, tongue working her pussy with hungry, relentless licks, her hips bucking against his mouth, fingers clawing his scalp. Donovan’s at her side, his hand wrapped around his glistening cock, stroking slowly, his other hand pinching her nipple, making her arch. Grant’s opposite, his tattooed arms braced on the wall, caging her, his own cock hard as he strokes it, lips grazing her neck with a possessive edge.
“Oh, fuck!” she moans, her voice muffled through the door, the words barely reaching me—justyesandmore—but her body screams ecstasy, head thrown back, trembling under their hands.
My pulse is a jackhammer, heat flooding my core so fast I sway, thighs pressing together as a slick ache builds. This is like the first time I stumbled across porn at age thirteen, sneaking onto Mom’s laptop and finding that grainy video of bodies tangled in ways I didn’t know were possible—shocking, wrong, but so hot I couldn’t look away. Except this is real, and I’m standing here like a perv, watching my boyfriend’s family do…this.
Is this what rich people do in their mountain homes? Just fuck like it’s a Tuesday-night hobby? I mean, Jesus, they’re so into her, like she’s the center of their goddamn universe.
Logan’s never even looked at me like that, let alone made my body sing like she’s singing now. My hands are shaking, one still clamped over my mouth, the other pressed to my stomach, trying to stop the throbbing need that’s making my panties a lost cause.
Kai pulls back, lips slick, and stands, lifting her effortlessly. “Veronica,” he growls—her name hitting me like a shock wave—as he thrusts into her, pinning her to the wall with hard, fast strokes.
Her legs wrap around his waist, nails raking his back, her moans sharp and desperate, though I only catch snatches likeplease.
Donovan guides his cock to her mouth, and she sucks him eagerly, her hand reaching for Grant’s length, stroking him in sync. The coordination is insane, like they’ve got a playbook for this.
I’m dizzy, my breath shallow, wondering if I’m a creep for how much this is turning me on.Seriously, Samantha, get a grip—except I can’t, not when they’re worshiping her like that.
This is wrong. I know this is wrong. I shouldn’t be standing here watching my boyfriend’s father and brothers with another woman. I definitely shouldn’t be getting turned on by it.
But I can’t look away. Can’t make myself move.
Kai slows, pulling her away from the wall, and I catch a muffled plea from her. “I want you both inside me, please, Daddy!”
My heart skips at the words, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
What the actual fuck.
Grant nods, the low rumble of his voice—good girl—barely reaching me. They move toward a leather chair just out of my sight line, the firelight still catching their bodies as they reposition.
I strain to see like the creep I have not become, catching a glimpse of Kai sitting, pulling her onto his lap, her front to his chest as he slides into her pussy again. Grant’s behind her, spitting on her ass—God, that’s filthy—and easing into her. Their bodies starting to move in tandem for double penetration, but the angle of the chair hides them now, the door gap too narrow to show more.
She cries out, “Yes, Daddy, please!”
The words are clear enough to make my thighs clench, my body aching with a need I can’t name.
Donovan’s voice cuts through—“Good girl, Veronica”—low and approving, but they’re too far into the room now, the chair blocking my view.
I can’t see the rest, just hear her moans spiking, raw and overwhelmed, and it’s too much. My knees are jelly, my heart screaming this is wrong, but my body’s screaming louder for something I’ve never had.
They’re so focused on her pleasure. It’s nothing like Logan’s half-assed groping. I want to be her, pinned between them, taken apart, and I hate myself for it.
