And take him.
I’m not going to fall asleep until I handle this. And if I don’t sleep, I can’t do either of my jobs.
So, really, this is the practical thing to do.
It doesn’t make me a perv.
I wasn’t buying my justifications, but that didn’t matter.
Getting out of bed, I used my phone’s flashlight to dig into my stuff. Digfarin because I’d buried my silicone lover at the bottom because I hadn’t intended to use it while I was staying with Rhys.
And I’d made it all of one day.
Rhys
Knees to the mattress.
Ear literally to the damn wall.
And spent dick in hand.
Pathetic.
So fuckin’ pathetic.
When I’d heard the low thrum of music, I’d assumed Lo couldn’t sleep. I’d wondered if she was tossing and turning. If she was thinking of me like I’d been doing with her. Or maybe she was playing a game on her phone.
She was playing something, all right.
Her noises were soft. Muffled like she was holding a pillow over her face. But the walls in the historic strip of townhouses were thin. It was why I’d jacked off in the shower instead of in bed.
Lotta damn good that did me. It didn’t even take the edge off.
As soon as I realized what she was doing, I’d practically put my head through the wall to hear better while I stroked my dick to the soundtrack of her muffled moans.
I climbed out of bed to grab something to clean up with before pulling my shorts into place. I was about to flop back down when I heard a door creak open.
I braced, but there was no knock.
Without turning on the light, I eased my own door open and leaned my back against the jamb so I was partially in the hall.
Lo startled when she saw me, but she was quick to mask it behind a sip of the water she held.
I wasn’t masking a damn thing.
Because in the low light from her phone, I saw she was in my flannel. Her legs were bare, and even sexier than I imagined.
And I’d imagined them more times than was sane.
It was a problem that was about to become a full-on addiction now that I’d seen all of them. Especially since I was willing to bet Rye that there was little—if anything—underneath.
Luna
I’d thought I’dbeen quiet—both with my trip to the kitchen for water and the activity I’d been doing before.
One look at the man lurking in the shadows confirmed neither was true.
Even in the dim lighting, I could see the fire in his eyes.
