“It’s okay. I get it.” I take a step backward. “Are you sure you don’t want ice? Or water?”
“Nah.” His voice is softer now. “I’ll fall asleep just as soon as my body temperature goes down.”
I sink into the empty chair closest to the vents, trying to calm my racing mind and avoid staring at the half-naked man who’s currently occupying my bed.
I fail. I stare at him. I stare hard. I can’t tell if it’s the adrenaline from working all day, the long drive, two hundred milligrams of caffeine coursing through my blood, or the pheromones, but I’m not thinking clearly.
“What were you doing in here when I knocked?” His voice breaks the silence, lazy and deep, making my stomach flip as he rolls to his side on the bed. “Were you watching TV? You can turn it back on.”
I freeze because there is absolutely no way I can turn that TV back on.
“I think I’ll just sit here and read.”
I shift in the chair, settling in and trying to look more relaxed than I feel. Across the room, Seth lets out a tired grunt and rolls back onto his stomach.
And that’s exactly when disaster strikes.
The TV remote I tossed carelessly onto the comforter earlier gets trapped beneath Seth’s thigh. A second later, the screen flickers to life. My stomach drops. Because apparently the universe has decided I haven’t suffered enough embarrassment today. The giant television illuminates the room, and all my worst nightmares come true.
NO.
CuteThe Officememe with Michael Scott yelling, “No, God. Please. No. No!”
It’s Mr. Wellington. Giant purple dildo in hand. Bright as day on my hotel TV. He isn’t mid thrust inside his wife’s pussy anymore. No... no Mr. Wellington is wrist deep inside of her, and she’s smiling like she’s having the best ride of her life.
I watch it happen in slow motion. Seth hearing the moans. Seth looking over his shoulder. Seth sitting up and pointing at the TV like he’s identifying the criminal in a line up.
“Uh, Bri. What’s happening here?”
And I simply want to die.
Chapter 20 – Seth
What the fuck are my tired eyes seeing on Brianna’s TV right now??
There’s a man. A big-ass man with thick black hair covering his chest. He looks like he’s in his mid-forties to early fifties and he’s hovering over a naked woman with light brown hair. Her back is arched off the bed and she’s moaning like her life depends on it. Meanwhile this guy’s shoving a massive purple dildo inside of her like he’s searching for something.
I blink, trying to make sense of what’s happening here.
Bri. In the corner. Cheek’s beet red. Air blowing directly in her face from the vents. Lips parted in shock.
The guy. The naked woman. The purple dildo. The moaning.
Maybe I’m hallucinating from exhaustion, but then I look back at Bri and I see a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as she aggressively punches every button on her phone like that cansomehow change the view. The low-budget porn is still playing on the hotel TV screen.
I glance back at it just in time to see the guy turn to give the woman a break. He tosses the dildo across the room like it’s a boomerang. And for a second, I panic because if that thing does come swinging back, we’re about to witness a literal crime scene.
“How much more can you take?”he says in an accent that’s obviously Australian.
“I can take a lot more. Give me your dick,”the woman responds.
Before I can blink, the older gentleman pushes down his gray boxers and holyfuck.
Horse cock.
Not that I’m comparing. Okay, I’m comparing a little. This guy is hung like a thoroughbred. And—wait a minute. Is that…? Yep, it sure is. This guy, with salt and pepper in his hair and a chest full of hair thicker than a blanket, has a pierced dick.
“Bri?” I croak out, choking on my laughter now. She looks mortified. I’m not laughing at her, I’m just trying to understand how this happened. “What are we watching?”
