Page 23 of Smoke After Hours

When Bentley started singing along with him, I knew it was time for us to get out of there. Benz was my girl, but homie couldn’t sing worth shit. Seriously, it was nails on a chalkboard.

chapter eight ½

HOP STOP #6.5 - Puff Pleasure Party: Where Australians encourage you to fuck like animals in the outback and Prince makes purple pigs fly in the rain.

VOLLEY

Lightly grippingBentley by the elbow, I led us away from the commotion and down another hallway that only had a few people present.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get those rooms out of my mind,” she stated, still laughing and shaking her head. “The Australian. The pigs. Just everything.”

Yeah, and all of that shit kept me from fuckin’ you.A few years ago … hell, a few weeks ago, I would have taken tonight as a sign that I needed to keep things the same between us. That maybe this was fate’s why of stopping me from screwing shit up.

“Sorry, I guess I’m rambling.” She scrunched her forehead as if she was replaying the course of tonight’s events again. “What do you want to do to pass the time until we head out with the High Hoppers?”

She thinks I’m stopping this shit.I could see how she would think that, but she was wrong. Our night was only getting started.

When I took a step forward, she gasped, her eyes widening as she stepped back and ran into the wall.

“I just thought … I didn’t think …” She couldn’t get her sentence out, a clear sign that she was nervous.

“You good, Benz?” I asked, boxing her in as I placed a hand on either side of her, my loose dreads falling into her face.

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered, her gaze curious. “I just didn’t expect for you to look at me like that after everything that happened. Usually, something like that would make you back away.”

“I’m not,” I told her, watching the way her chest heaved in and out with each breath that escaped her lips.

I only noticed the wall behind her was actually a closed door when it opened from the inside. Luckily, I caught Bentley around her waist before three couples stumbled out into the hallway, all of them sexually disoriented and drunk on lust.

Damn.“Looks like they had a good time.”

Bentley peered over her shoulder, and before I knew it, she was pulling me into the room they’d exited and shutting the door. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t to seea leather couch sitting against a wall facing a room surrounded by glass that had a couple fucking in it.

And not just any couple.

Jaxon and Talia Lockwood.

“Shit,” Bentley huffed as Talia rode Jaxon’s dick. “Maybe we should give them some privacy.”

I glanced around and spotted the sign I thought may be present. “For your viewing pleasure,” I stated, reading the sign. “We’re in a voyeur room, so they want people to watch.”

Bentley followed the line sight of my eyes. “This must be two-way glass so they can’t see us, right?”

I stepped to the glass just as Talia’s hand slapped against it, her eyes seeming to find mine easily, only briefly widening before glancing over my shoulder at exactly where Bentley was standing.

“That answers that,” Bentley stated, her expression one of inquisitiveness. “I guess we should then?”

“Is that a question or an answer.”

“A question,” she answered, her eyes dropping to my lips. “What do you want to do?”

What did I want to do? So many things.However, with our responsibilities to the High Hoppers, we didn’t have the entire night.

“Fair is fair,” I whispered, leaning down to her ear, and causing her to shiver. “They watched us in the woods, so we could watch them now.”

She visibly swallowed, but I saw what I needed to see reflected in her eyes. Fire. Hunger. Interest.

I didn’t turn back around to look at the Lockwoods, but I relished in watching her observe them.

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