“It’s the neighbors,” he said. “Newlyweds.”
Avery gasped. “It’s not even dark out.”
Linc buried his face in his hands. Down the hall, the distinct sound of springs squeaking sang out, punctuated by male groans and a female repeating, “Do it,” over and over.
“When the mood strikes, right?” He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding forced.
“I guess so...” Avery sounded uncertain. Linc nearly teased him for it. Hadn’t he ever had a little afternoon delight?
Except what if he hadn’t?Oh, fuck. Linc’s dick perked to life like it had been asleep for a hundred years.
“Do it. Do it. So good. Do it,” Chelsea chanted.
Avery snorted. “They sound like a sports ad.”
Linc couldn’t speak. He was picturing Avery’s freckly white skin, laid out for him. Big, wide eyes looking at him so trustingly. Innocently. Like he’d never been touched ever, not even in the afternoon.
“Oh fuck,” Linc said.
“Abe?”
Double fuck.He shouldn’t be thinking about Avery like that, especially not when Avery thought he was someone else.
“I have to go.”
“What? We just got started.”
“Sorry. There’s a, uh, a thing I have to do. I forgot about it.”
He and Avery—along with Jordan and Chelsea—were all fucked, in one way or another, but only Linc was going to pay for it.
