I replayed the bits and pieces over and over until they began to come together. Then I put my phone on the coffee table, thumbed open the app I used for saving ideas, and pressed record.
18
JORDY
Sedric must have thought I’d hit my head on something. Distracted and jumpy, I fucked up more orders than ever before. I kept glancing at the door, as if Laurel or Monty would suddenly materialize there. Not that I expected either of them.
During a short lull around half past nine, I caught myself staring at my hands where I braced them by the sink. Water dripped from the tap, spattering by the outlet. A sharp memory overwhelmed me, like a photograph in my head of my hands on Laurel’s smooth skin, his glistening rim clenching on my two fingers, liquid spraying out from around them in pulses. Laurel squirting as he came was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced, right next to Laurel’s hole letting out a flood of slick around Monty’s throbbing cock.
I was going to march home tonight and fuck the living daylights out of Laurel again. Then I would suck Monty’s fat dick, watch him pump Laurel full of a second load, and suck him again, licking him clean. If we stretched Laurel every night, how soon could he take us both? Would he want to? Because theidea of Monty’s cock sliding alongside mine inside Laurel’s body, Laurel thrashing and keening between us, his hole bathing us both in his drugging slick…
“Table six wants another round, boss. Whenever you’re ready.”
Oh right. I was at work, and Sedric was getting frustrated with me. I swiped at the tablet mounted by the beer taps, and the screen updated with current orders. It was one hour to closing time, dammit.Focus!
When I came home just before midnight, I found Monty alone in the breakfast room. He stood by the counter, wiping it with a cloth. It seemed dry and clean.
“Where’s Laurel?”
The thing with Monty was that while he was inexplicably happy most of the time, when he was down for ten minutes once every other year, he couldn’t hide it for shit. The melancholy just poured off him.
His shoulders slumped, head bent, he made a wide circle on the countertop and threw the cloth into the sink. “Gone. The bathroom at the chalet is done.”
My stomach clenched, and I gritted my teeth against the onslaught ofsomethingon my insides.
Laurel was gone.
That shouldn’t have felt like a gut punch, dammit.
“As soon as the sinks got delivered, Dad and one of his guys did the last touches,” Monty continued flatly. “They finished after lunch today. Laurel was here with his assistant to pack his stuff, and then he left.”
I didn’t know what to say. Hell, I didn’t know what I felt. Shouldn’t I be relieved that Laurel moved out? Because now I had Monty to myself again. Wasn’t that what I’d wanted?
Apparently not. Seeing Monty so dejected hurt, a nearly physical pain in my chest that throbbed and squeezed my heart, on top of whatever was already happening to my stomach.
Another emotion rose, surprising and annoying. Laurel didn’t even say goodbye to me. Would I get to touch him again? Kiss him? Lick his hole? Because Laurel’s scent and taste were now imprinted in my brain, right next to the taste of Monty’s cum.
If he appeared in the doorway now, I’d rip his clothes off, throw him over Monty’s lap, and spank him for doing this to us.
Monty gazed at me, his beautiful brown eyes liquid with longing.
I didn’t know what to do. My body decided for me. The need to soothe him was stronger than any rational thought I could have conjured.
Was I risking my heart? Nah. It was too late anyway.
I walked up to him until our chests brushed, and cupped his bearded jaw. The soft strands tickled my palm.
His eyes widened with surprise, then flooded with heat. As soon as I leaned close enough, Monty all but attacked my mouth. He kissed me with all his might, a small moan escaping.
It meant something, right? That we were now kissing too, not just getting each other off. We kissed even when we weren’t performing for Laurel.
I bit his tongue gently, and he flicked it against the piercing in mine.
“Sixty-nine?” I murmured against his wet lips.
“My bed.”
I nodded, and we kissed some more before I began tugging him toward the stairs.
