“He'd know what we were doing,” I say as I cup her cheek. “I don't want to make this trip any more uncomfortable than it already is.”
“Next stop, we are getting our own room,” she decides.
“Sounds like a plan.” I smile, then kiss her again.
“Ugh,” Ingrid groans against my lips. “I guess we should head in there.”
“At least Cash let us do our first bucket list item alone,” I say, trying to find the silver lining.
“Yeah, I guess,” she replies. “But I thought the whole point of the bucket list was so that we could all bond.”
“We can bond on the next one,” I offer.
Ingrid purses her lips. “You're right.”
I kiss her one last time before I pull out the motel room key card. As a green light flashes, I grab the door handle and swing it open. Ingrid ducks under my arm, the enticing smell of honey and cinnamon wafting through the air.
I’m so distracted, I don't hear the moans at first. Don't even realize Ingrid is stopped dead in her tracks. Don't bother to read the room before I toss the room key on the dresser.
But then, Ingrid inhales sharply and my eyes dart to the bed closest to the bathroom.
“What the fuck!” I yell as mybest-friend-slash-roommateis beating his meat to a very graphic porno. I don't miss the petite blond on his laptop screen.
Cash screams and slams his computer closed, standing in the process. His hard dick sways as he struggles to pull his jeans up his legs, and I don't know whether to laugh or groan.
Ingrid covers her eyes with her hands and I sigh heavily. “What are you doing, man?”
“I didn't think...” Cash trails off as he yanks on his jeans, but his right hand slips and he slaps himself in the face.
My mouth falls open as I watch his face turn bright red.
“Could you turn around?” he hollers at me.
“No,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest. “Why the fuck would you be jerking off when you knew we'd be coming back?”
Ingrid turns her back to Cash and I find myself wondering what she's thinking. Did she like what she saw? Or is she as horrified as I am?
“I... uh...” Cash mumbles as he finally gets his jeans over his deflating dick.
“You what?” I ask as I tilt my head to the side.
“I didn't expect...” he trails off again.
“Go wash your hands,” I groan as I reach a hand toward Ingrid. “You can open your eyes now. Cash is...decent.”
“I'm sorry,” Cash offers over his shoulder as he heads toward the bathroom.
I sigh a breath of relief when the door shuts behind him.
“That was...” Ingrid runs a hand over her face. “Interesting.”
“Didn’t realize Cash watched porn in shared spaces.” I shake my head, trying to get the image of the blond getting absolutely wrecked in doggy style.
“Oh,” Ingrid smirks, smiling wide. “I thought you and Cash talked aboutthe weird shit you do in the bedroom.”
She never forgets a thing.
“Yeah,with girls,” I clarify. “Not solo.”
