“Fuck off before I kick your ass,” I growl.
“Geeze,” he mutters. “Asshole.”
“What is wrong with guys?” Taylor asks, raising a brow.
“A lot,” I answer, sipping the beer I just opened.
We head back to the firepit. Thankfully for Taylor, Aria isn’t back here anymore. But neither are Roland and Bennett.
“I’m going to head inside to piss. Be right back,” I tell Taylor as she gets comfortable next to her brother, who’s talking to a few of our buddies. She nods and waves me off, then slaps Travis’ hand as he tries to take her popcorn.
“East, your girl is mean,” Travis grounds out.
“I don’t know what to tell you, man, don’t mess with a girl's food.” I shrug, chuckling before taking off.
My head is fuzzy, I’m tired from practice, and honestly, I just want to go to bed. Knowing that's not an option for at least another few hours, I head to the bathroom to relieve myself so I can kill time with Taylor.
Normally, I love a good party. Tonight, though, I’m just not feeling it.
I use the bathroom on the top floor because it’s blocked off to partygoers. When I’m done, I wash up and go to head downstairs when I hear a moan.
What the fuck? Did someone sneak up here to be alone? No one should be up here.
There are only three rooms on this floor. Mine, and I’m right here, so it’s not me looking to get lucky. God, I wish.
The other room is Ben’s, but I just saw him downstairs talking to Travis, so it can’t be him.
And then... Fuck. Roland.
My head snaps toward his door. He wouldn’t. They wouldn’t.
Before I know what I’m doing, my feet are carrying me down the hallway.
With each step closer, my heart pounds harder.
Turn around, Easton.It’s none of your business.
Sadly, my body doesn’t agree with my brain.
“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. Suck it, Roland. Make me cum.” I know that voice. It’s Bennett.
Thick with arousal, husky with need.
When I peek through the open door, I see Roland on his knees between Bennett’s open thighs as he bobs his head up and down, taking Bennett’s cock. I expect to feel unease, anger, or hurt.
What I don’t expect is my cock to be growing hard as arousal licks down my spine.
Holy fuck, he looks so hot right now.
He’s leaning back, eyes closed, lips parted as his face scrunches up in pleasure. Chest heaving as he struggles to breathe.
His hand is fisted in Roland's hair, forcing him further down on his cock.
My breathing picks up, and pinpricks break out over my body.
I should leave and pretend I didn’t see this.
But I don’t. I stand and watch, an odd sense of wanting fills my chest as I witness Bennett get his cock sucked.
