Within minutes, she was breathing deeply in his arms.
Careful not to wake her, Beck eased out of bed and slipped downstairs. Since he didn’t want to leave the party mess for Heavenly to deal with in the morning, especially after she busted her ass preparing all the food, he headed down to finish cleaning up the kitchen.
He was drying the last of the platters when strange sounds drifted up from the floor below. Were Hudson and Casen still playing video games? Casen was spending the night, but they were supposed to be settling in and turning down the volume, damn it.
But when a distinctly feminine moan, followed by masculine grunts, floated up the stairs, Beck froze. The sounds of sex weren’t coming from Call of Duty.
Jaw tightening, he tossed down the dish towel and glanced up toward his bedroom. The last thing he needed was for the boys’ porn viewing to wake Heavenly.
As he headed down the stairs, the sounds grew clearer, louder, and more concerning. Jesus, he really hoped Hudson and Casen weren’t downstairs jacking off together to some streaming site. That conversation would be awkward as fuck—and one he’d rather leave for Seth.
When he reached Hudson’s door, he gripped the knob and paused, ear pressed to the wood.
“That was amazing,” a female sighed breathlessly from inside the room. “When can we do it again?”
Beck froze. That voice wasn’t a recording, a porn site, or the TV. She was live.
The boys had a girl in the room.
Fuck.
But it sounded like they already had.
“Anytime you want, gorgeous,” Casen replied. “I gotta admit, that was fucking hot.”
Hudson’s voice followed, thick with satisfaction. “Yeah, way hotter than I thought it would be. No wonder my dad is into this shit.”
Beck’s stomach dropped to his feet. He cursed under his breath, wishing like hell Seth was here to handle this clusterfuck. Who was this girl? When had she gotten here? And what the hell had these kids been thinking?
Mentally, Beck counted to ten, sucked in a deep breath, and opened the door.
The scene that greeted him was exactly what he’d feared.
In the shadowy room, relieved only by the spill of light from the bathroom, he could make out three figures on Hudson’s bed, tangled in his sheets. Sandwiched between two teenage boys was a pretty, petite blonde panting in post-orgasmic satisfaction.
Purposely averting his gaze, Beck cleared his throat. “You three done?”
Hudson jerked away from her, then leapt to his feet in panic. The girl yelped and yanked the sheet around her while hiding her face in Casen’s chest beneath.
“Oh, my god! Dude, get out!” Hudson screamed as he grabbed his shorts off the floor and covered himself.
Beck clenched his jaw. “This is my house.”
Hudson disposed of his condom and yanked on his shorts with angry jerks before he stomped toward Beck. They stood toe-to-toe, fury rolling off the teen. Beck prayed the kid wasn’t stupid enough to take a swing at him. He’d hate trying to explain to Seth why he’d KO’d his son.
He caught a flurry of movement in his periphery—Casen and the girl untangling from the sheet. He ignored them, keeping his gaze fixed on the defiance blazing in Hudson’s eyes. “You’re in a shitload of trouble. But I’ll come back to you. What’s your name, young lady?” He refused to even glance her way.
“B-Brielle.”
“How did you get here?”
“I drove,” she whispered, sounding somewhere between embarrassed and terrified.
“After you get dressed, you can drop Casen off at his house on your way home.”
Hudson planted himself more firmly in Beck’s path. “My friends aren’t going anywhere. They’re spending the night.”
Beck scoffed. “You and Casen can snuggle up and read bedtime stories some other time, but Brielle is not staying so you three can have another fuckfest. Not in my house.”
