And another.
Not footsteps this time.
Until the low, rhythmic pounding grew louder.
There was a low, muffled moan and I groaned quietly and dragged my hand down my face again.
“Jesus.”
Someone upstairs was definitely having sex. Loudly.
Probably in one of the spare rooms down the hall from mine. Typical clubhouse behavior, really, and nothing I wasn’t used to hearing, but for some reason with Rowan here, tonight I felt embarrassed by it.
Another sound followed, this one unmistakable, and I already knew from the high-pitched squeal of pleasure that itwas Sasha and one of my brothers fucking. I’d been with her a couple of times over the years, enough to recognize the telltale noises she made during sex.
I rubbed my temples, already imagining Rowan’s reaction if she heard it.
Right on cue, the bathroom door upstairs creaked open again and Rowan’s light footsteps moved into the hallway.
Her footsteps paused as another muffled moan echoed through the floorboards.
A second later they started again, faster this time, heading toward the stairs. I pushed myself off the couch just as she appeared at the top of them.
She was still wearing my hoodie, the sleeves hanging past her hands, her hair messy from sleep. She looked startled when she saw me standing there in the dark.
“Tex?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Yep,” I said, my voice gravelly and low in the dark.
She glanced behind her like she expected someone to be following.
Another loud moan echoed from upstairs as the pounding grew louder and faster.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
She shot me a glare. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” I said.
“I thought someone was dying.”
“Trust me,” I said dryly. “Nobody’s dying tonight.”
Right then another enthusiastic thump sounded from upstairs, followed by a woman’s voice that wasn’t exactly quiet.
Rowan clamped a hand over her mouth. “She’s so loud.”
“She’s enthusiastic, that’s for certain.” I grinned and crossed my arms across my chest as another chuckle rippled through me. “Welcome to the clubhouse.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “How do you people sleep here?”
“Practice. Besides, there’s something soothing about knowing someone somewhere’s enjoying themselves, don’t you think?”
Her mouth popped open as Sasha’s screams grew even louder, the thumping growing even faster. “Are yousureshe’s okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. She sounds like she’s having the time of her life, don’t you think?”
