In the next second, he was pouncing on Marlowe and driving him down into the chair.
Then they were going at it again, this time on the on-ramp for some rough fucking.
“Playing the voyeur again, firebird?”
I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of X’s voice. I swung my head to see him now standing right behind me. His stealth game was right on now.
I whispered to him, “You know about the last time?”
“Between Ore and Callum? Yeah, I’m aware of what went down.”
I screwed up my face as certain images got stuck in my mind.
“Who is it this time? Randoms?” he asked.
Before I could ease him away, he was looking right at it, then choking, and stepping back.
“Come on. It’s Ore’s father.”
“I didn’t know that when I peeked inside. But I couldn’t look away from the shock of it.”
“Nah, him and the ex-Commander makes a lot of sense.”
“Seems like it’s been going on for a while.”
“Good for Saryan. Nobody deserves to be alone like that.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, realizing how true that rang. Especially for me. Everything happening lately called to my intense issues about being left behind, about everyone leaving me, or being lost to me.
And it—
“What’s going on here?”
We both spun to see Orpheus striding up to us.
Shit.
“What are you looking at?” he whispered, amused.
We pulled away and shut the door quietly, then eased away a good few feet, Ore moving with us and eyeing us curiously.
“Nothing,” I answered quickly.
Too quickly.
I saw suspicion spark in his eyes.
Thankfully, X was there with a save, telling him, “We happened upon two staff members getting it on in there.”
“And you just stayed and watched?” He eyed me. “My, my, baby bird. This voyeurism of yours is getting a little out of hand, wouldn’t you say?”
“It was an accident.”
“Was it? You’re certain?”
“I mean, I guess I knew what I was gonna be walking into, but…” Damn him and his perceptiveness.
When I’d caught him and that asshole Callum Cornwell going at it, I’d been turned on, yeah. And, sure I’d also stayed way too long watching it go down. But I’d put that down to Ore being there. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe it had been more than that.