Page 126 of Unforgettable

“That was your first time?” I asked, and he nodded. He knew what I was asking and shrugged.

“I did my research—watched a couple of videos.” I chuckled. Of course he had.

“Everything I said in the moment is true. I’m going to need you on your knees all the time. Even better if you can loop Amanda in with you,” I said with a groan at the thought of both of them sucking me down.

“That can be arranged. How much you want to bet Amanda is going to know exactly what we were doing right when we walk down there?” His eyes were alight with mischief, and I tucked myself back into my pants as we walked out into my bedroom.

Standing in the middle of my childhood bedroom, I kissed the lips that were seconds ago wrapped around my cock and fully appreciated the calmness that he created.

“I wish there was enough time for me to return the favor.”

“Something to look forward to after we get through dinner,” he promised while adjusting his own pants to hide the erection that was eagerly seeking some attention. Hand in hand, we grabbed our jackets before heading into the hallway.

Downstairs, you could faintly hear Amanda and my mom talking in the kitchen. Josh walked slightly in front of me, our hands still clasped until he reached the first step. His fingers slipped out of mine, but when he glanced backward, the smile on his face hadn’t faltered.

But mine did.

Standing in the doorway to his office, just beyond the top of the stairs, was my father. His eyes were transfixed on my hand, which was still suspended in the air. The sensation of Josh’s fingers still lingered against my skin.

I couldn’t move. Even if I wanted to, it felt like my feet were lead. And I felt like I was in high school again, getting caught sneaking a girl out of my room—except I wasn’t in high school, I was an adult and it was a guy that I’d been caught with.

How long had he been standing there? There was no way to know how much he’d seen. Or how much he’d heard. Fuck,thatthought alone was enough to make me move.

I pivoted and was down the stairs in a second flat, trying to get as far away as I could from my father’s knowing stare.

My pulse was pounding in my neck, and I was completely out of breath by the time I met Josh in the living room. He was retrieving his empty glass from where he’d set it earlier. He turned to say something but, noticing my stunned expression, stopped.

“What happened?” He stepped forward and reached out like he was going to touch me, comfort me.

The hurt that crossed his face when I stepped back and tucked the hand he was reaching for in my pocket was something I never wanted to see again.

I didn’t know what to say, but when I opened my mouth to try to fix it, someone cleared their throat behind me.

“Dinner ready, boys?” my dad asked, stopping beside me and eyeing Josh, who forced another smile.

One that was deceptively hiding his hurt.

“Not sure,” Josh said. “We were just heading in that direction. Nice to see you again, Mr. Gregory.”

My father nodded, then waved us through the living room and into the dining room, noticeably trying to look anywhere but at me.

THIRTY-NINE

Amanda

By the endof the meal, neither Reed nor his father had spoken a word, but his mother was ecstatic about the number of people seated around her table.

Neither of the two men had eaten much and both had to fend off questions from Mama G about why their plates were still mostly full as we cleared the table.

Reed’s mood always shifted when his dad was around or when someone brought him up, but even so, the shift was more obvious than I remembered. They’d barely looked up from their plates at all and when they did, they made sure they didn’t look at one another.

A few times, I looked to Josh, trying to glean what had changed while they were upstairs by his facial expressions, but he wasn’t giving anything away. If anything, he looked hurt or uncomfortable but was a better actor than the other two men.

I thought we’d make a speedy exit after the plates were clear, but then the two silent men had disappeared into the office where they’d been for at least half an hour. I was anxious to know what was being said. We hadn’t heard yelling or raised voices from where we were gathered around the fireplace in the living room, but that hadn’t made me feel much better.

We were sitting close enough on the small sofa that Josh’s leg was pressed up against my own, and it was the only thing keeping me calm until Mama G pulled out old photo albums and he’d shifted to allow her between us.

After several pages and stories about little Reed, I quietly excused myself to go to the bathroom. But I bypassed the small half bath near the bottom of the stairs and quietly made my way to the second floor.

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