I reached out to squeeze his, but then we parted around a massive leather couch that looked comfy enough to sleep on. I wanted one. Our potentially resting gazillionaire, however, was not in it.
Hunt said.
Brady insisted.
My fingers twitched as we tiptoed across the mansion that was definitely too quiet. Unease crawled along my skin like tiny ants as we passed room after room—a parlor and a den, a secondary kitchen, powder rooms and a library, an exercise room that made me want to pause and admire it, though we didn’t. Every room was empty. We even checked behind closed doors. No one; some spaces hadn’t even been decorated yet and were vacant without furniture.
We were about to creep up the main set of stairs when, with a foot on the first step, I stilled. Around me, my friends stopped too.
I perked my ears and listened for several seconds before blinking in surprise.
Layla completed.
Hunt said.
I glanced up at her on the step ahead of me.
She shrugged.
Brady corrected.
But then even Layla silenced to listen.
As we padded up the carpeted steps, the moaning became louder, the grunts of pleasure more pronounced.
I couldn’t resist a quick glance at Griffin, only to find him already looking at me. Mere hours ago, I’d been learning his happy sexed-up sounds.
He winked at me, clasped my hand, and led me into a wide hallway—and stopped midstep, his foot in the air for a moment, piling us up behind Brady and Layla. Hunt peeked his head above mine.
The groaning grew louder as I gaped and blinked and actually rubbed my eyes, cartoon-style, at the sight I simply couldnotmake sense of.
Seconds passed, or damn, it could have been whole minutes.
My mouth hung agape. Griffin’s hand was limp around mine as if he was struggling just as much as I was to comprehend the scene before our very eyes.
Layla let out a long, quiet exhale.
I breathed into our group chat, amazed I could form words.
Brady barked into our minds, expressing what I probably really wanted to say.
I rubbed my eyes again as Griffin guided us to better hide behind one of the massive pillars that supported the open room … filled with … filled with…
Hunt said.
Nowthat, that was exactly what I was thinking, if I was thinking anything at all.
9
How, Oh How, Do We Get Back
to Logical World?
The pleasured moans boomed at full volume in the otherwise silent night as my crew and I gaped from behind marble columns. Perhaps entire minutes slipped by as my shock pressed heavily upon me, as if I were at the bottom of a deep pool.
