“I’d love to tap that,” he said with an unhappy shrug. “She’s smokin’.”
She was? Yes, she was, but again, I didn’t like this little fuck noticing.
“So . . .” He looked at me expectantly. “Who was it then?”
“Get the fuck out of my room.”
Derrick started to laugh before he registered the scorn on my face and the fact that Ash and Gray were on their feet behindme. With a sound that reminded me very much of a squeak of a mouse, he turned and practically ran out of the door.
When I had closed it firmly behind him, I turned to the other two. “Bobby checks with her on football stats?” I looked at Ash. “Still think she’s innocent?”
“Another piece of the puzzle,” he answered thoughtfully.
“Douche told us something else though,” Gray said, on his phone again. “Wade? He was definitely there. I’m thinking it’s time we get some alone time with this guy.”
“Agreed,” Ash and I spoke together.
“They play Thursday at the Bar One,” Gray told us as he stood and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Don’t know why you’re so adamant to deny it was her here, but if you aren’t sharingthat, then,” he grinned widely, “you need one of the Elises to cover for you for Friday.”
“Fuck.” He was right, I needed a cover story. Which meant I would have to pick one of them. Shit.
“Sucks to be you.” Gray clasped my shoulder as he left my room, Ash chuckling behind him as he followed him out.
Fuckers.
Chapter 17: Jett
Ash pushed the handle of the door down, and silently, the three of us entered the house. We knew the residents of the house were on vacation, but that didn’t mean we should be careless.
“What’s the point of alarms if no fucker sets them?” Gray hissed in a temper as we crossed the large living area, heading for the stairs.
“I already disabled it,” Ash whispered back. “Did you not notice whomakestheir alarm system?” He gave us a cocky grin, and Gray let out a low chuckle.
Ash’s dad had shares in an alarm security company despite knowing next to nothing about it. However, his childhood friend, Bill, our “uncle,”didknow about it, and it was from him that Ash caught the coding bug. The fact that we were breaking into a house with our family’s security company coverage was slightly ironic, and I saw Gray smirk at the paradox.Santo Security Systemsdidn’t just provide alarm systems, but anything someone may need for security, whether that be a house intruder alarm system, a panic room, a simple wall-mounted safe, or the more elaborate editions that only the truly paranoid needed.
“Where’s the office?” Ash asked us quietly as we climbed the stairs. Suddenly, Gray held his hand up in a tight fist, indicating we stop.
Frozen on the stairs, we listened. And then I heard it.
A soft, drawn-out moan.
Gray looked back down the stairs at us as he pulled his hood low and covered the lower half of his face with the black bandanas we all wore, his eyes narrowed in accusation on Ash, who had assured us that the house was empty.
The moan came again, louder, and you wouldn’t need to be a genius to knowexactlywhat was going on in the room halfway down the hall.
“Fuck, baby, this ass is so fucking tight.” The male voice was loud in the silence.
“Fuck my ass,” came the answering moan, and Ash turned to look at me with surprise before he, too, covered his face with his bandana.
Gray stealthily moved up the stairs, and I caught Ash from reaching forward and grabbing him. Shaking my head, I pointed ahead. Just because there were people here didn’t mean we wouldn’t go forward with the plan. I watched my cousin clench his jaw as he debated whether we were being reckless, and then he followed Gray.
“Baby! Baby, I’m going to come, I’m going to fucking come up your ass on this bitch’s bed.”
Tightening my jaw to stop the laugh from escaping, I realized at least we knewwhichhalf of the owners was on vacation, as her husband cheated on her with whoever the luckyrecipient may be.
At the top of the stairs, Gray waited, and when the headboard banging off the wall reached fever pitch, he pushed the study door open, the slight squeak covered by the rhythmic thumping.
Gray stayed by the door, leaving it open a fraction. With them being in the house, we should really have had it more open, but none of us really wanted to listen to the sound of their fucking.
