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"You?" Matt's eyes widened, and his mouth rounded as he stared at me. "Or you?" He acknowledged Ethan's awkward dodging. He let out a breath. "No! Both of you?!"

Damn it. Why'd he have to be so perceptive?

"That's why you're both here, aren't you? Here I thought we were just being charitable." He shook his head and grinned.

"Drop it," Ethan grunted. "I think she'd appreciate the gesture, Ryan."

"Wanna come with?" Before the question left my lips, Matt was up and ready like a damn puppy dog rushing to the door, eager to get the details.

Ethan and I shared wary, wide-eyed glances at each other. "Someone has to stay with Lily's mom." He shrugged, but the message was clear. I was on 'making sure Matt didn't say anything to Eric' duty.

He'd sworn he wouldn't, amused at the idea of both of us secretly seething over Eric and Lily's date.

"Sucks for you." He'd snickered as we collected the tools we'd need for this small project. We returned to Lily's house with drywall, a saw, wood, and putty, which is why we're all standing here, shirtless. I have no idea why Ethan wore an expensive T-shirt to help Lily out today, but he didn't want to ruin it. Since he had his shirt off, it didn't make sense for me to bear the effects of the heat wave.

"Ah, great. Look at you two. Nice. Remind me I need to hit the gym." Matt wriggled his brows.

"What are you talking about?"

I looked down at my lean build in comparison to Ethan's tall, toned frame, as I flexed modest muscles.

Matt's always been self-conscious of how skinny he is compared to Ethan, Eric, and me, even if he and I are the skinnier ones of the group. Well, leaner, I wouldn't say I'm skinny. Eric's lean with hard abs and sculpted muscles. I'm lean with modest outlines, and Matt's thinner than I am. That's kind of how we'd ended up hooking up in the past.

Through consolation and telling him he's sexy and has nothing to be insecure over, one thing led to another. I almost said something to console him now.

"Then again, I'm not the one hoping Lily's going to walk through the door and drool over the both of you before deciding to leave Eric's arms and run to you." Ah, yes. He reminded me why we didn't work out past the friendship stage. Immature as hell.

"Will you shut up?" Ethan hissed, pulling the pencil out of his mouth and pausing his measurements. "He might hear you. You jackass." He flicked the pencil his way.

"Yeah, dumbass." I shoved him slightly, but he went off balance, crashing into the wall, making an even larger, human-sized hole.

"Oh, just fucking great!" Ethan yelled. "Now, we're for sure not getting it done in time. One of you has to tell Lily that we're making a shit show of her living room."

"I'll go." I got up from my crouched position.

"Oh, I bet you will. Shirtless and all." Matt brushed away the debris from his gray tank and short, brown hair.

I flipped him off, pulling on my shirt. "By the looks of it, this whole wall's going to need to be taken down."

"I agree. A lot of the houses around here are brick and mortar anyway. The owner probably couldn't afford the proper material." Ethan coughed away the dust.

"Or maybe it's just old." Matt shrugged.

"For now, we'll patch it up until we figure out a better solution. But we'll need more material and some time," Ethan asserted.

"Do you know what you're doing? This is a whole wall, dude." Matt cleared his throat as if he had ingested drywall shavings by accident.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what you learn living in a rental apartment, doing repairs to hide damage from your landlord. Broken appliances and fixtures, a wall smashed in because one of Mom's dealers didn't get their money and smashed something up. You pick up a few skills." He sighed and assessed the damage.

"Make sure you tell her this was your idea." He waved me away. "Then one of you smartasses can collect some more drywall and reinforcement." He swiped the back of his hand over his forehead before checking in on Lily's mom.

Heading toward the back door, I went over ways to explain my clumsiness away. When I opened the door, however, I forgot how words worked. Their bodies slipped against each other, her legs splayed open beneath his thrusting hips. They glistened as if they'd been lathered in oil, sweat beading on Eric's back and ass.

Lily bit down on her lip, her head rocking back and forth on her neck as she tilted it backwards in the grass. The blanket beneath them was crumpled, pillows tossed aside. As her mouth opened, letting a soft but deep moan escape, Eric clamped his mouth down on hers, silencing her. Her breasts were crushed beneath his chest; they're stuck together like glue. She's taking all of him in.

My cock filled up with blood instantly, and I froze. I didn't know where to look, but I couldn't pull my eyes away. I've always known Eric was attractive, but I hadn't witnessed his fuck game till now. He's tender, yet relentless, cupping her head with care but driving into her pussy until there's nothing but the applause of slick, tight pussy sucking and slapping thick, full dick.

Their chorus together had me clutching the door handle. I should have turned away. That's what a decent person would do. 'Oops, my bad!' And shut the door without a sound. But tonight, I'm a nasty freak, and my body was alight by the sight of Lily's short sweat-dampened dirty-blond hair sticking to her face and wrapping around Eric's stiff fingers. Eric's long, brown hair covered his face and for a while, I enjoyed being the voyeur.

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