“Jonathan. What the fuck, man. It’s late,” I hear him say.
“Bro, it’s only eleven,” Jonathan responds. “We’re all still downstairs having drinks by the fireplace.”
I lower the lid of the toilet bowl quietly and sit down. Through the thick door, their voices are a bit muffled, but I can still make out what’s being said.
“Okay. Maybe I’ll come down in a bit.”
“Look,” Jonathan says, “I just wanted to talk to you about what you thought you might have heard between me and Tori.”
“What I thought I heard?” Hayes’s tone gets lower. “I know exactly what I heard and you were being an asshole to her. Shehas no clue why one minute you were with her and the next minute you’re fucking engaged to Marissa.”
“You know why.”
I move from my seat and crouch next to the door, my heart pounding wildly.
“It doesn’t matter what I know, it matters that Tori doesn’t.”
“Hayes, it’s just all messed up.”
“Jonathan, it’s whatever, just keep me out of it. And leave Tori alone. She’s over you, you’re the one going out of your way to bring shit up.”
The springs of the bed creak like someone just sat down. Jonathan says something too low for me to hear. I hold my breath, straining to catch the syllables or cadence of the words, but they’re just too quiet.
“Give me a minute, okay?” I hear Hayes’s voice close to the door. It opens slowly and he slips inside quick.
“What’s he saying? Why is he still here?” I whisper-demand.
Hayes’s hand is over my mouth, and my head thuds back against the wall. I let out a surprised muffled cry. His free hand slips between my thighs, and he works two fingers inside me in a steady, slow rhythm. Slow and deep, in and out. I whimper against his hand from the slippery, wet sounds every time he drives his fingers inside me.
“Do you love him?” he asks, adding a third finger.
I shake my head vigorously.
“Are you over him?” His fingers move faster, his thumb pushing against my clit.
I nod.
“I’m going to fuck him from your mind. You understand me?”
I moan and nod. Nod and moan. Oh God, he’s going to make me come standing up in the bathroom with Jonathan in the next room. God, I hope he can hear.
“Shhh.” He chuckles. “If you make a sound, I won’t let you come,” he says, pulling his hand away from my mouth.
“Hayes,” I whisper, “harder. More.”
He drops his mouth to my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His fingers drive even faster, harder. Heat pulses through my veins. I can’t stop my hips from rising to meet his thrusts. I ride his hand, my muscles coiling tighter and tighter. I’m so, so close. I’m panting and my legs are trembling. I grab hold of the sink for support.
A small cry escapes past my lips and Hayes is gone, standing up breathing heavily, slapping his hand at my breasts. “You made a noise.” He smiles, backing up a step toward the door.
“Don’t you dare leave, Hayes,” I whisper-yell.
He’s out the door before I can say anything else. There’s a short, muffled conversation and then the bathroom door swings open and Hayes is lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me toward the bed.
I’m ravenous when my feet hit the floor. “How’d you get rid of him?” I ask, reaching for the waistband of his shorts.
“I told him you were in the bathroom waiting for me to fuck him out of your head.”
I jerk his shorts down his thighs to reveal his rock-hard, gorgeous cock, its head glistening with pre-cum.
