Page 113 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

“He’s having sex in the bathroom,” I spoke as quietly as I could.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good. Dig those heels deeper in my ass.”

Brooks slapped a hand over my mouth while I fought like hell to stifle my laugh. A loud thump shook the wall while the sounds of my brother-in-law having sex echoed throughout the bathroom.

Brooks winced. “I wish I could unhear this.”

The thumping grew more urgent, and the moaning got louder.

“You’re going to ruin my dress.”The woman giggled.

“I’m going to ruin more than your dress.” Hayes groaned.

We both stared at each other, blinking. Silently asking,Now what the hell do we do?Because sitting here, listening to Hayes go at it with God knows who was making me uncomfortable.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, our door creaked open. “Brooks, are you in here?”

Then, I shit you not, my mother-in-law walked in and stopped mid-step.

Her eyes went to me, perched on the vanity, dress bunched up along my waist, then to her son, who was kneeling on thefloor. Messy hair, untucked shirt, and my lipstick all over his neck.

Kill me now.

I don’t think I will ever come back from this.

Her eyes swept over us when a climaxing moan came from the other bathroom.

“Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is?”

“Uh—” Brooks stood up, and that’s when we heard another moan.

Josie blinked and shouted, “Hayes Michael Dawson, you better zip that fly up right now!”

A string of curses followed. And then the sound of two people scrambling.

I hopped off the vanity and straightened my dress while Brooks looked up at the ceiling fan as if that could help him disappear.

“And you two.” She pointed.

“We weren’t doing anything,” Brooks started, but she cut him off.

“Then I suppose your shirt conveniently came untucked and her lipstick just magically landed on your neck.” She held up her hand. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

The adjoining door opened, and Hayes stepped out, red-faced, with wild hair and an unbuttoned dress shirt. A beautiful woman who was not on the guest list appeared next. I had no idea who she was, but she was stunning. Her long auburn hair was a mess, her mascara was smudged, and she looked mortified.

Brooks stepped forward. His body was stiff. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Hayes asked, fumbling with his pants. “We met at the outside bar.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Hayes?”

Hayes tugged at his belt. “Apparently, the same thing you are.”

“Do you even know her name? Because I do.”

Hayes looked between him and the mystery woman. “Who is she?”

The mystery woman stepped out around him. “Brooks?”

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