I’m not sure how long we sit like this before I feel her begin to calm, her breathing evening out, and her arms loosen as she moves away. The last thing I want to do is let her go, but I manage, somehow.
“Sorry,” she mumbles, wiping at her face without looking up at me.
“Hey, none of that.” I hook my finger under her chin and force her gaze back to mine, leaning in to brush my nose against hers, making a smile pull at her lips.
“Sometimes we just need to let it out. I’ll always be here for you, for whatever you need, Kitten.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her onto my lap, her legs falling to either side of my lap so that she’s straddling me.
“Whatever I need?” she questions, raising a brow at me.
“Anything,” I tell her without hesitation, and the smile she gives me in return makes my heart swell.
Then she rolls her hips, and that’s not the only thing that swells. I growl, my hands dropping to her hips as my head falls back.
Which is how I spot our audience.
I lean in, pressing my lips to her neck to hide my words.
“Don’t look now, but we have an audience. I think he might be looking for a show, Kitten.” She freezes, clearly surprised, but it only lasts a moment before she’s once again rolling those sinful hips, making me groan and lose my train of thought.
“Who?” she breathes the word, and I swear I can hear the excitement. I’d forgotten how much she enjoys being watched.
“Oliver.” Her breath hitches, no doubt not expecting him of all people. I bite down on her neck, and she moans, letting her head fall back so that I have better access and Oliver can see exactly what I’m doing.
“We wouldn’t want to disappoint him.” She meets my gaze, and I see the mischief that dances in her eyes.
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to be a peeping Tom, but now that I’m here, I can’t seem to make myself turn away.
Kat had left Nathan’s office looking upset, and while I was pretty sure that Des was going after her, I wanted to make sure. I’d followed him long enough to see him leave out the sliding glass door in the kitchen with a tray of s’mores ingredients before I turned around and went back up to my room, but something was eating at me.
Why s’mores?
Kat had looked upset, not like she was craving a bonfire, and the more I thought about it, the more it ate away at me until I did the only thing I could think of to put myself at ease.
I looked out the window of my room to find them, in fact, sitting by the fire, a tray full of s’mores ingredients and…
Kat straddles Des’s lap.
They're both fully clothed as far as I can see, but even from up here I see her hips roll, and if I weren’t already hard, I sure as hell would be now.
This is wrong. I should close the curtain and give them their privacy.
But at the same time, they are in the backyard; it’s not like they’re in their room, and I’m watching on the camera. They chose to be out in the open.
I stand, cock throbbing, begging to be released as I debate what to do.
Reaching out, I grip the curtain, telling myself it’s wrong to watch without consent, just as Desmond’s eyes snap up as if he can feel my gaze. My heart hammers in my chest as I stand frozen, worried he’s going to tell her or call me out.
He does neither. Instead, a wicked smile curves his lips before he leans in to press those same lips to Kat’s neck. I’m jealous that his lips are on her, but even more so, I’m envious of the way she responds to him as she lets her head fall back to give him better access.
I drop my hand from the curtain and quickly move to shut off my light.
As wrong as it might be, I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to Kat.
I watch, chest rising and falling like I just ran a marathon, as Des lifts her with an arm wrapped around her waist to free his cock before pulling her sleep pants down to her knees. She tenses up as he sinks into her, and I hold my cock, squeezing at the base, waiting for him to move, wishing they were facing the other way so I could see her face.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss aloud as I watch them, and instead of him moving, she begins riding him.
