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Skye’s nose wrinkles. “Did you leave porn on?”

Chapter Five

Slow it Down

Skye

I don’t know why that’s where my head jumped to, but the moaning is loud, and high pitched. It’s followed by a male grunt and a: “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

“Shit. Stay right here, please.” Sidney’s face contorts into a grimace as he rearranges his hard-on and rushes down the hall.

I could and should stay put, but if he left porn on, the content may make me reconsider another date. So I ignore his request and follow him down the hall, noting how nice his place is. It’s a modern build with clean lines and simple decor.

“Randall Ballistic Junior, you cannot have sex on my living room couch!” Sidney bellows as I round the corner.

And wish I didn’t.

While the living room is dim, the light from the kitchen shines brightly on the very naked man-boy positioned at the end of the couch, over which an equally naked young woman is bent.

“Shit. Fuck. Sorry Mr. Butterson!” The young man shouts.

Sidney spins around, presumably to avoid another eyeful of naked young woman. He looks absolutely horrified.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall to the right. Please tell your friend to put her clothes back on. You can do the same in the kitchen.” Sidney says through gritted teeth. His gaze shifts to me. “I’m so sorry.”

“There’s something in the air tonight, apparently.” I fight a giggle.

He bites back a grin.

Our gazes lift to the ceiling when the floor above us creaks.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s probably my son.”

“Why don’t you make sure no one tries to jump out the window, and I’ll keep these two from attempting a runner before you read them the riot act?” I offer.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind unless you’d rather I go. But you might need someone to drive the girls home? I may be the less awkward option, seeing as I have the same equipment and I’m not the angry dad. Totally up to you, though. And if you want to deal with the upstairs issue before you decide, that’s also okay.”

“You’re amazing.” He rushes up the stairs.

I stay where I am, in the middle of the hallway. I’d like to cross my arms, but it makes my ridiculous cleavage more of a problem.

A minute later, the young man whose butt I’ve seen comes out of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. He’s lanky, with dark brown hair that curls around the back of his ears. I note tattoos on his arm as he runs his hand through his hair.

He startles when he sees me, and his gaze darts from my face to my chest and back up. “Oh hey, uh, hi. You must be Sid’s date.”

“I am.”

He nods a bunch of times. “Cool. Uh, I should probably go.”

I tip my head. “I’m pretty sure Sidney is planning to tear you a new one for using his house as your sex pad before you do that.”

The young woman who was bent over the couch appears in the hallway. She pauses when she sees me, and much like Randall, her gaze drops to my chest before it springs back to my face.

“Um.” She appears to be on the verge of tears.

“Is your friend upstairs?” I ask.

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