Was that…?
Had that been a feminine gasp?
A long, womanly moan removed any doubt.
Dread curled in my gut. Perhaps he was just watching porn, but my mind flashed back to that wine glass, and I tried to remember whether there had been a lipstick mark on the rim.
A male grunt. Definitely Thad.
My throat tightened and my hand shook as I reached for the door and cracked it open.
The familiar sound of skin slapping against skin met my ears, and the air stank of sex.
My gut rolled over.
A dozen possible scenarios ran through my mind in which there were perfectly reasonable explanations for what my senses were telling me, but none of them seemed feasible.
Needing to know the truth, I pushed the door again, widening the crack until I could see a strip of bed.
“Fuck, baby. Let me taste those tits.”
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I reeled backward, inadvertently knocking the door open even wider with my foot.
I stared, horrified, at the sight of my boyfriend’s ass clenching as he thrust into another woman.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, revealing her face.
Mycousin’sface.
“Coral?” I choked out, unable to help myself.
Coral’s eyes flew open, the shade of blue almost the exact same as mine. Her lips parted in shock, and she scrambled backward, shoving Thad away and grabbing the pillow from the other side of the bed to shield her naked body.
My back hit the wall, knocking the breath out of me.
Clearly realizing that something was wrong, Thad looked around, a scowl twisting the chiseled planes of his face as his gaze locked on me.
“You shouldn’t be finished at work yet,” he said, as if my being there early was the problem, not whatever the hell was going on between my boyfriend and my cousin.
Perhaps, to him, it was.
I had no way of knowing if this was a one-off thing or if he and Coral had been screwing around behind my back for weeks—or even months.
Bile rose in my throat. I grimaced as the bitter tang filled my mouth, then forced myself to swallow it back down.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, though it was painfully obvious. I just wanted them to have to say it. To look me in the eye and admit what they were doing.
“Tally, I’m so sorry!” Coral slung her legs off the edge of the bed and took a step toward me.
My gaze traveled of its own accord down the long, slender length of her body. The pillow didn’t hide much. Her cheeks flushed red and she snatched the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself.
I made myself look away from her, summoning every bit of strength I possessed to stand my ground. I wanted to wilt in the face of this betrayal—not just from my boyfriend, but from my own flesh and blood too.
It didn’t help that Coral looked like a supermodel. With her slim build, flawless golden skin, and a mass of dirty-blond hairstreaked with natural highlights, she could have been the poster woman for any surf brand. Never mind that we didn’t live anywhere near the ocean.
Thad reclined against the remaining pillow, emotions flitting through his eyes and leaving just as swiftly. A flicker of embarrassment, followed by defiance.
He met my gaze. “Perhaps if you were more available and put more of an effort into being here for me when I need you, then I wouldn’t have had to find someone else.” His gaze skimmed down my body. “Losing a few pounds wouldn’t have hurt either.”
