Page 90 of Unforgettable

Without missing a beat, Luke asked, “Reed know?”

What a loaded fucking question. And he knew it, too. I usually appreciated having such a close relationship with my brother—we read each other better than anyone could and anticipated what the other was thinking—but it made lying to him difficult.

I didn’t want to lie to him, but it was in everyone’s best interest that we all lied.

“Yeah, guess so. He doesn’t know all of it, but we live together, so it’s kind of hard to keep secrets.” My vague reply wasn’t going to slide with him, and I watched his eyes narrow as he contemplated pushing me.

But Hazel came to my rescue, yelling from the other room, “Babe?”

“Yes, Angel,” Luke immediately responded, and James made a sound and motion mimicking a whip. We all laughed as Luke shoved him on his way out, and I was relieved the conversation was over.

“Their house is so nice,” Amanda said again from the back seat where she was cuddled up with Reed. “It makes my little apartment look like a fucking hostel.”

She and Reed were both tipsy, and I would have been too, if I wasn’t the DD for the night. Every second I was growing more frustrated that I’d lost that stupid coin toss to Reed before we left our apartment to pick up Amanda.

They were cuddled up in the back seat and wouldn’t stop fucking touching each other while I was driving them around.

After the conversation with the guys and their lack of support, combined with the sounds coming from the back seat, I was at my limit. The renewed hope I’d felt the day before from my conversation with Amanda was completely nonexistent.

The more I watched the two of them interact, the more uneasy I became. They had an unquestionable chemistry that I tried not to compare to me and Amanda. But I was failing miserably.

I was doing my best not to glance in the rearview mirror, but apparently, I liked to torture myself.

Approaching a red light, I slowed down and glanced in the mirror.

The light the controls and streetlights provided were muted. But I caught Reed’s hand running up and down the length of Amanda’s inner thigh. Her legs were slightly spread, inviting him to tease her, but each time he approached the seam of her jeans, the perfect place that was hidden behind the fabric, he changed directions.

Her breathing was quick and shallow, and the way she bit her lip, I knew she was holding back a moan and all of the other lovely sounds that escaped her lips when she was in the throes of pleasure.

Even held down by the seat belt strapped across her lap, Amanda tried to push herself up into his hand, urging him closer to where she wanted him most. But he didn’t cave.

Instead, Reed kissed and licked at her neck. The same skin I’d also felt beneath my lips. I knew it was soft and slightly sweet. I knew that you could feel her pulse if you pressed your lips against the spot just beneath her jaw.

And he was pulling from her the same reactions she gave me. She was eager and willing and pining for more. It wasn’t by my hand, but her reactions were still just as captivating.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop them.

Somehow I managed to notice when the light turned green and centered myself enough to slowly ease the car forward.

The distance between red lights seemed infinite. Quick glances in the mirror did nothing for my morbid curiosity. And when we finally approached another light, I prayed it would turn red.

Apparently, God answered prayers when you were eager to watch your two best friends get it on in the back seat of your truck.

I tilted the mirror down and found Amanda’s eyes reflected back to me. Turning slightly in my seat, I saw it was Reed this time, with his head thrown back, lost in her touch. She was running her palm over the bulge in his jeans. Just as Amanda had, Reed was attempting to press up into her hand but was restricted by the seat belt.

My eyes locked on the sight. Her hand was urgently rubbing him, giving him some sort of friction as he eagerly chased a release. But from experience, I knew it wouldn’t feel like enough. It was the perfect tease because the woman was a wonder with her hands, mouth, and cunt. And he’d be thinking about how good it would be when she wrapped her hand around his bare shaft or when he pushed into her.

My own erection was throbbing against the seam of my jeans, wanting to be back there, too. And it wasn’t lost on me that my dick was growing harder the longer I watched the woman I wanted pleasuring another man. But I was past caring.

“Light’s green, Sunshine,” Amanda purred, and I regretfully straightened in my seat.

We were less than ten minutes from her apartment, but that felt like another eternity.

Idling at a blinking yellow light for a left turn, I peeked into the mirror once more. I immediately caught Amanda’s eyes, and when she had my attention, she quickly flicked her gaze from me to Reed.

I understood her question and didn’t hesitate before nodding my head once. The sexy smile that slid across her face was enough of a reward.

Sadly, it was my turn to go, and my attention was back on the road. But I heard the unmistakable sound of Reed’s belt, followed by the zipper lowering.

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