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I feel as though I’m watching a horror movie, knowing that I’m about to glimpse something awful. Yet I’m unable, or unwilling, to stop on my descent into Hell. I want to shout and scream, but I keep my mouth shut. I want to see his face when he sees me in the doorway, his pole halfway into Celine’s bubble butt.
But when I get to the top of the stairs, I realize that the sounds are coming from the master suite, and not Jasper’s room. Holy shit. Brandon is definitely still at work, so is Jasper having sex in his dad’s bed? How depraved is that? I grimace as I tiptoe to the door of the master bedroom. My ex is even more twisted than I thought.
Finally, it’s the moment of truth. I pause outside the bedroom door, feeling sick to my stomach as Celine moans and sighs and purrs with gusto. But instead of busting in and surprising them, I decide to peer through the crack in the door first. I need another moment to gather my courage, and to get my wits about me.
Silently, I lean forward to look inside, and my mouth drops open. A gasp escapes my lips and my heart starts going double time because I can’t believe what I’m seeing! The moaning woman, it turns out, isn’t Celine. In fact, it’s someone with almost my exact body type, lush and pear-shaped. I can’t see her face, but her hair is long and dark, and her voice is melodious. But it’s not the woman that has the air stopping in my throat. It’s the man she’s with: Jasper’s dad, Brandon.
I know I should flee, but I’m frozen in place, watching Brandon pound into the curvy woman. The man is built like a gladiator with broad shoulders, six pack abs, and huge, muscular thighs. At the moment, he’s behind the woman, thrusting in and out of her smoothly, and to my surprise, he’s claiming her bottom. The woman’s back buttonhole is stretched and gaping as she buries her face in the pillows, almost screaming with pleasure now.
OMG! How is she able to take it? After all, a certain part of Brandon’s anatomy has ensnared my attention almost immediately. My eyes are as round as saucers as they fixate on Brandon’s huge, thick rod as it thrusts in and out of his curvy partner. Jasper has a gros penis, sure, and I never had any complaints. But Brandon’s… I shake my head, utterly awed. It’s bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s a work of art, and the way he’s using it is masterful.
But I must have made a sound because as I’m staring at the dirty tableaux, Brandon suddenly looks up and locks eyes with me. Oh my god, does he see me? He can’t, right? I’m still hidden behind the door and not much more than a shadow.
But alarm races through my veins and I jump back about six feet, trembling with shock. Shit, he knows! Then, like a frightened rabbit I scurry down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the house. When I’m safely back outside, I pause to catch my breath and reflect on what I just saw. I hope to god Brandon didn’t see me. But what if he did? In fact, what if he goes to the window and sees me now, standing like a fool on his lawn?
I slap my hand to my forehead and scramble into my car before zooming away. I’m such an idiot. Why couldn’t I just leave well enough alone and drop off the box like a normal person? Why did I have to creep upstairs, hoping to catch Jasper in the act? Because instead, I got an eyeful of his dad, and now I can’t stop replaying the image in my mind. Brandon’s bronzed body was pure muscle, and those blue eyes seemed to go black as he neared climax. OMG, how can I even know these things?
When I get home, I race upstairs and immediately hurl myself face-down on my bed and groan into my pillows. I should just block Jasper’s number right now. I already didn’t want to speak to him again, and now I definitely can’t. Because if Brandon tells his son what happened, I’ll fling myself off the nearest bridge and hope to god the current takes me far, far away. Another country would be ideal.
Great plan, Lucy, I tell myself sarcastically. Really plausible. Excellent idea.
As I lie in bed, though, the image keeps replaying in my brain, despite my best efforts to banish what I saw from my memory. In my mind’s eye, I can’t stop watching Brandon nail that moaning, writhing woman, who obviously was loving every minute of it. I can’t stop watching the bronzed muscles of his arms, his back, and even his ass flex and clench. I can’t stop hearing his deep groans of pleasure.
