Page 6 of When It's Us
I nod, turning my attention back to them.
“Tell me what they're doing,” Wren whispers, and when I look back at the screen, I can tell she’s moved into the darkened kitchen.
“One’s in the water, fucking her, and the other is,” I poke my tongue into my cheek and then grin.
“She’s taking them both at the same time?” she whisper shouts. “Holy shit, that’s hot.”
I huff out a soft laugh, turning my eyes back to the window. “You have no idea.”
“Hmm,” Wren murmurs, and I know what’s coming before she even says it. “I’m gonna go have sex with my hot husband,” she says quickly, making me chuckle.
“Of course you are,” I say.
“Hey,” she admonishes lightly, “tell me you wouldn’t be doing the same thing if you were me,” she says smugly, then shrugs with a devilish little grin. “Come to think of it, I’m sure Hutch is only an hour or two away.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Will you stop? I am not going on a road trip with Hutch.”
Though the thought of some naked one-on-one time with him doesn’t sound half bad. Who am I kidding? It sounds fantastic.
“Love you,” Wren whispers with a snicker.
“Love you, too, you big hussy. Go get laid,” I say, disconnecting the call and turning my attention back to the free show outside my window.
Ginger
Ishouldstoppervingon the hot new neighbors. But here I am five minutes after I’ve hung up with Wren, phone still clutched in my fist, face practically pressed against the damn window, watching.
Ryan holds Vanessa’s head, and she looks completely lost to him, loving every second of it; it’s filthy and rough and…fucking hot. Dammit, now I’m jealous of theLove Islandneighbors.
My eyes go glassy as the memory ofhimfucking into my mouth surfaces, like it has numerous times since that night six months ago, and I’m surprised at the whimper that escapes me.
The taste of him, the sight of him towering over me, dominating me, taking pleasure from me… It’s still so fresh all these months later. I could say that seeing my neighbors banging each other is the only reason I’ll probably be flicking the bean tonight, but I’d be a liar. Shoving the memory of that night away, I focus back on the pool, bottom lip tucked between my teeth.
My eyes trail up Ryan’s lean body. Muscles flexed, powerful hips thrusting, defined abs and pecs, strong shoulders, short, cropped hair and… Our eyes meet through the window, a sexy smirk curling his lips.
“Fuck,” I gasp, dropping out of sight. My ass hits the floor, and my back collides with the wall behind me as a laugh bubbles up out of me.
I move to my knees and crawl across the floor before pulling myself onto the couch.
I shake my head at myself. What the hell, Ginger?
I swipe up my beer from the cute little seashell coaster and take a desperate drink, a little dribbling down my chin. I groan. I can’t believe he caught me watching them. Now, not only am I the old spinster next door, but I’m a fucking peeping tom, too. I grip my beer so hard my knuckles turn white.
Why did I keep watching?
“Because it was hot as shit, and you haven’t had actual sex in almost two years,” I mumble aloud.
Well, that’s pathetic.
Still, another light laugh bubbles up out of me. That was like a train wreck. A hot, slippery, sexy, train wreck. I couldn’t look away.
A cold sweat coats my neck even though my cheeks are on fire. I was so caught up in acting like a crazy stalker, I didn’t stop to think about it being pitch black outside and the lightinsidewould be like a gigantic spotlight illuminating me while I hovered in the window like a lunatic, unable to tear my eyes away.
I blow out a breath, shake my curls back, and square my shoulders. You know what? This isfine. It’s completely normal to be turned on aftermonthsof nothing but the attention of a battery assist.
My mind drifts again. I’ve never been with two men at once, not really my style, but watching that, seeing how they just…usedher? And the way she welcomed it. No control, unabashedly giving herself over to their dominance. I’ve never been so turned on.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of good sex in my life. Granted, most of it was with the same man. Peter wasn’t particularly adventurous, but he was attentive, tender, and sweet. The sex was never mind-blowing, but there is something to be said abouta man who always makes sure you come. And Peter did. Even if it was in the most vanilla ways.
