Page 40 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“What?”
“Put me down.”
I set her on her feet. “Are you sure it’s not your sister. That sounded like your sister.”
“Her bedroom door is wide open.” Worry laces each word.
Panic licks my spine as I follow Maggie to the far door.
She swings open the door. “Grams, you alri—ohhh.” Her body halts. I run straight into her back.
It takes me a second to take in the scene. Then all I want to do is get away from all the skin. All the naked, flapping skin. Betty is naked on the bed and on all fours. My granddad naked and pounds her from behind.
So much skin.
So much noise.
So much grunting.
My eyes land on a breakfast tray toppled on the floor among red wine and smashed glasses.
Maggie smacks into my chest. I try to turn. She turns. We wedge each other in the doorway.
“Fuck.” My growl intertwines with her low cuss.
“Have you two heard of knocking?” my granddad growls.
I hold up my hand. “No talking until you’re dressed. Both of you.” I step back. Maggie steps back. For fuck sakes, we’re never going to get out of here. Our panicking actions crash us together again.
“Get out so we can finish!” my granddad shouts.
Maggie presses against my front. Her eyes squeeze shut. “I think I vomited in my mouth a little bit,” she murmurs into my chest. She ain’t the only one.
Enough of this. I curl my arm around her back and haul her off her feet. Three large steps and we’re both back in the living area. I slam the door and it rattles behind me like my frayed nerves.
We stand eerily still for a long moment. Our ragged breaths seems to be one, but not for the reason I’d like. Our bodies are stiff as wood planks.
A creaking sound pushes through the bedroom door.
“Oh yes, Fred!” Betty moans. “Right there!”
We jump apart. A growlyfuckcomes from me and a squeakyshitfrom her.
“The balcony?” She’s halfway there.
My large steps catch up fast. “Fuck, yes.”
