“For fuck’s sake!” I shoved the duvet aside, and it slid off the bed, the cotton whispering.
I wasn’t too hot or too cold, the bed was comfy as hell, and the house was quiet. What was bugging me?
Groaning, I sat up and stretched my back. I eyed the glass on the nightstand. Beauville had great tap water, fresh from the mountains, without any weird aftertaste. I gulped the rest and set the empty glass back. The water felt cold in my stomach, waking me up further if that was possible.
Tea. I could try tea. There was some in the breakfast room downstairs.
It was past midnight, so hopefully, Monty would be asleep. Not that I minded meeting him all that much.
Anyway. Tea.
I dragged a hoodie over my T-shirt, wriggled into my jeans, and put on my sneakers without socks. The stairs squeaked as I padded downstairs, but hopefully, I wouldn’t wake anyone.
I paused on the landing on the first floor. Faint music seemed to be drifting from the breakfast room. Something soft and jazzy I didn’t recognize. Weird. Was Monty awake? Or maybe he’d forgotten to turn it off. But it sounded more like something Jordy would listen to. I imagined Jordy having a wild, eclectic taste, ranging from dark ambient to folk rock. Monty could be more of a sing-along-to-pop-hits kind of guy.
As I neared the breakfast room, the air grew hotter, filled with strange fragrances. Hot cocoa. Dammit, I recognized Monty’s scent already, but on top of that, there was woodsmoke and chili. I descended the last flight of stairs and rounded the corner, only to freeze in my tracks.
Holy shiiit.
At first, my brain didn’t comprehend what I was seeing. Under the dim lights above the bar, Jordy stood, his elbows on the counter and his face tilted up, the piercing in his eyebrow glinting. His eyes were closed. A man knelt before him, the wide span of his back adorned with bulging muscles. And he moved his head…that way.
I could barely see the outline of his jaw from this angle, but it was Monty, no doubt about it.
Sucking Jordy’s cock.
Oh my fucking…
He grunted, and Jordy cupped the back of his head. A low groan fell from his lips, and he thrust forward. Monty braced one hand on Jordy’s jean-clad thigh but didn’t move away. After a few fucks, Jordy sighed and stilled. He ran his fingers through Monty’s hair. Monty’s head moved in a way that suggested licking.
Then I heard a distinct gulp, followed by the sound of smacking lips. Monty stood.
I’d been staring at them like a creep.
Panic rising, I stepped back.
The floorboards creaked.
Jordy turned his head, and his dark eyes widened.
“Oh fuck,” he said.
Monty flipped around to face me.
He blinked a few times, then grinned. His lips were red and glistening with spit. Maybe precum?
“I just want tea,” I blurted, my heart pounding. “Can’t sleep.”
“We have tea,” Monty said, still grinning happily. Was hegladI’d caught them mid-blowjob?
After quickly stuffing his dick into his open jeans, Jordy nudged Monty to the side, rinsed his hands, and grabbed three snifter glasses from a shelf.
“Screw tea. You look like you need a drink.”
8
LAUREL
Oh yes, please. Let’s pretend I’d seen nothing.
