I stiffen, ready to handle Blair’s disgust but instead, she laughs. “You should’ve said something. Maybe then you could’ve joined us.”
“Blair,” I hiss. “Don’t antagonize?—"
“That’sexactlywhat I’m going to do,” she interrupts, shooting me a smirk when I look over my shoulder at her. “If he doesn’t like it, then Ledger can leave. He interrupted us, Wes. If he wants to stay, he’ll have to endure a bit of ribbing.”
Ledger chuckles, the sound rough. Before he can say anything else, however, Santi pads into the room, smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He stops just inside the kitchen and that smile shifts into a grin.
“What’s going on in here? Is that hot chocolate I smell? Can I have some? Oh! Blair, did Wes pitch the idea to you about you becoming the designated nurse at Gnarly Pines?”
“Ah… No?” Blair replies, obviously thrown. She steps away from me. “Someone can tell me about it in the morning. It’s getting late.”
Weaving past Santi and Ledger, she gives everyone a little wave. Our eyes meet and she adds, “Thanks for the hot chocolate, Wes.”
With that, she leaves the three of us alone.
Santi sighs, but my attention isn’t on him. It’s on Ledger who hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
“Ledger,” I start, ready to say whatever is needed to keep him from blowing up.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, Wes. I’m glad it happened.”
“Glad what happened?” Santi asks, turning his attention back to us.
Neither Ledger nor I answer him. Instead, the two of us just stare one another down. My stomach knots uncomfortably. If Ledger isn’t pissed, it’s because he anticipated something like this would happen. Maybe even planned for it.
And if any of his plans revolve around Blair, it can’t be good.
I need to be more vigilant or else this whole situation is going to go to shit real fucking fast.
Chapter 16
Santiago
Aglance between Wes and Ledger tells me what I pretended not to have witnessed is causing tension. They’re staring one another down as if waiting for the other to draw a gun. The tension is palpable, but I’m not quite altogether sure why.
Ledger said he was fine with it.
Blair looked smug as she slipped out.
So why is Wes tense and wary?
Neither of them blinks or acknowledges me. It’s like I don’t exist as I stand between them. That’s ideal for me because I’m sporting the hardest of hard-ons and I don’t need anyone noticing.
Without another word, I turn and head back for the living room. On my way there, however, my feet slow. The hallway stretches out before me, but I’m not seeing it. Instead, all I see is Blair grinding against Wes’s knee. The drunken pleasure hooding her already sleep-looking eyes had caused my lungs to seize. The sensual way her hips rolled was enthralling. The soft sounds she made, that had just barely reached me from where Istood, were like pieces of a melody so beautiful that I know if I could be there to hear it all from start to finish, I’d be brought to tears.
Blair was magical in that moment as she came apart. A goddess of sin and sex. I’ve never been so enamored by anything or anyone. Time had stilled while the hair on my arms and back of the neck rose, and beneath my skin, my blood boiled. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for a turn to create a symphony with her next.
I almost did step up.
But just as I unlocked my muscles, the moment broke, and I lost the opportunity.
Fuckingidiot.
Then again, maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t act on my impulses. What the hell did I know about making a woman cum?
“Santi? What are you doing?”
My head swivels toward the sound of Rhett’s voice and I’m momentarily stumped as to why I’m standing just beyond the threshold of the living room. I blink, trying to dispel the trance Blair’s put me under. I find Rhett staring at me from the floor with a baffled expression on his face, his cards still in his hand as he waits for me. Mine sit in a pile, right where I left them.
