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Girls squeaked. Guys laughed when they heard the lyrics.
Misha swallowed the candy. “Classic.” He then clapped on my back and motioned for me to follow him outside, where his spot on the lounge was still solid.
“You go ahead. I need to check on Ace first.”
I still wasn’t totally on terms with Rio, who told me yesterday that he enjoyed his mornings with Dita and thought my plan to get her underneath me was childish. Before I joined them outside, I needed another minute to regroup. Maybe Rio was right. A whole hell of right, perhaps. But I was a son of Cary, who had stabbed me in the back one too many times, and so I was bound to make him pay.
Mistake or not. Dita would be the most delicious one.
“Sure,” Misha concurred, hauling me out of my internal battle. He went back to the yard, plopping back down onto the couch and welcoming a girl on his lap.
Stoned nerd or not, he didn’t lack any attention. Probably because the rumor went that he was great at fingerplay. Was it true? Sure. I’d witnessed it once or twice.
The sound of the music drained out as I walked towards the entryway and opened the door to our no-go zone. Visitors weren’t allowed to come there. That part of the house held rooms that were nobody’s business. The stairs in the entryway led towards a movie theater, a game room and a gym with proper but barely used equipment. The staircase I took now belonged to the private section and led to our bedrooms.
Only rich people with an impulsive urge to spend needed two sets of staircases. Cary was one of them.
I passed the pantry, the door to the wine cellar and a small spa, and eventually the laundry room, where different kind of music was playing. Well, I hadn’t heard that kind of music in this house before.
Was someone hooking up in there?
My lips pursed in annoyance. Look, it wasn’t uncommon for partygoers to bone a chick in either of the two bathrooms. Or the game room. Or against the wall of the fucking pool house while everyone was standing around looking and cheering.
But this section was forbidden and everyone knew it.
Motherfu—
I stopped dead in my tracks when a sweet voice caught my attention.
Dita.
She’d been here only a week and a half and while my body was hyperaware of that fact, I didn’t expect her to be in the laundry room on a Saturday night.
We’d left each other alone after I’d let her watch me get sucked off. And I was fine with that. I’d jacked off to that memory after that until my dick felt raw because—Baby fucking Jesus—that look in her eyes had been smoldering my insides. Something in between hunger and mortification.
It still made my balls tingle, and I hated it.
What immediately diminished that feeling was Rio interacting with her on a regular basis. The two empty coffee mugs in the kitchen sink every morning since her arrival showed they may have some sort of bonding forming. The cup didn’t belong to one of Rio’s flings. Those didn’t last a week.
My brother had said nothing about it. The fucking traitor shouldn’t spare her one glance, and neither should I.
Then why was I transfixed on that tiny crack between the door frame and the door?
I shook my head, one foot rooted onto the first step, balling my hands into fists and curling my lips around my teeth.
I would not turn around.
I would definitely not make myself known.
But instead of going upstairs, I tried not to make a sound until I could take a peek inside. In my defense, I’d stayed true to my word. I hadn’t actually turned around, but moonwalked to the door, way stiffer and horridly undisciplined. At this spot, I didn’t need to hide like a creep, and she also wouldn’t notice me.
The movement inside made my heart beat a little faster. She was singing along; her voice was soft, husky, and shooting straight to my cock.
Should I tell you how much I loathed the increase of tingles in my balls?
She didn’t notice I was here, not even when I cracked the door open a little more with my knuckle and leaned back, spying on her.
It was hell. A hell to my privates.
