“Fuck it,” I mutter, leaving the bathroom and making my way toward the staircase. It’ll take me two seconds, and I’d really love a hot shower before I crash for the night. There’s just something about getting into bed at night, all squeaky clean after a hot shower that does it for me. I also have noticed those are the nights I don’t have as much trouble falling asleep.
Thankfully, none of the stairs creak as I ascend, and I’m able to make my way to the laundry room without any issue. There’s a nightlight on in there, so I don’t have to turn on the overhead light, and just as I figured…there’s a pile of clean towels on top of the dryer. Grabbing a few—so I don’t have to come back up here again the next time I shower—I leave, fully planning to head back downstairs.
That is until…
What is that noise?
It’s faint, barely noticeable, but because it’s so quiet up here, I can hear it. It sounds like it’s coming from the master bedroom.
No.My heart thumps in my chest, pulse kicking up a notch.Don’t you fucking do it, Grady. Do. Not.
My feet move of their own accord, carrying me across the floor until they come to a stop in front of the door that’s opened a little bit more than halfway. If I move even an inch to the left, I’ll be able to see into the room.
I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
It’s an invasion of privacy.
But…one little peek won’t hurt…right?
Grady! Do not!
Another sound reaches my ears, a little louder this time since I’m closer. It’s throaty. A layer of goosebumps bloom over my flesh, and I become painfully aware of my current state of undress. As if my feet have a mind of their own tonight, I shimmy over about two inches to the left, andfuck me,I’m going to hell. I’m going to be burned at the stake for being the world’s largest pervert for what I’m witnessing.
The light is on in the ensuite, blanketing the room in a warm glow. Boone clearly had the same late-night shower idea because there’s a towel lain haphazardly on the bed beside him. Where he’s sitting…completely fucking naked. Even from all the way over here, I can see his hair is still wet, meaning he probably just got out, hence the bathroom light still being on.
I don’t know when he moved back into this room from the one he was staying in down the hall. Probably when Jade left. That’s not fucking important, though. Whatisimportant is Boone’s tall, muscular, and verynakedbody on display for my greedy eyes. Back leaning against the headboard, he’s lounging with one leg planted on the ground—I can’t see it from thisangle—and the other is spread across the bed, giving me an almost unobstructed view ofeverything. Dick, balls, taint, hole…everything.
Swallowing hard, I stand stock-still, careful not to breathe too harshly or move even a centimeter, or he may notice me. It’s dark out here, so he’d have to really focus, but I don’t want to take the risk. My mind is screaming at me to turn around and go back downstairs. I’m well aware what I’m doing is wrong. But I can’t. I’m frozen in place.
Frozen in place and drenched in arousal as I watch Boone’s large hand glide up and down his equally large length. My sister’s husband is jacking off…and I’m watching. My mouth waters, taking in the sight. His dick is nice. Really fucking nice. It’s not too long, but it’sthick. And his nuts…the way they bounce with each stroke, a heavy, rhythmic slap against his body that’s downright hypnotizing. The way the light from the bathroom spills into the room, covering him in a soft, golden glow. His ab muscles bunch, his corded arm flexing as he fucks his fist in a slow, methodical fashion.
His cock is fisted in his left hand, which strikes me as interesting. Boone’s ambidextrous, and I know he primarily holds his bull rope with his left, but he writes with his right. I’d never given much thought to which hand he jerks off with…obviously. Who would think of something like that? His right hand is across his chest, fingers tweaking his nipple as his left hand works his shaft. A bolt of fiery lust shoots down my spine, burying itself in my balls.
I watch the erotic flick, twist, and pull on his nipple, and it’s like I can feel the sensation in my own newly hardened bud. His grunts reach my ears every once in a while, his lips are parted just so, and I can see his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. Eyes drawn closed, his head rests against the headboard as he clearly loses himself to pleasure.
What I would give to be the one giving it to him right now. To replace his hand with my own. Replace his fingers on his nipple with my mouth. My tongue. My teeth.
Fuck,this is so hot and so wrong at the same time.
Boone’s wrist twists every time he strokes upward, and a groan gets caught in my throat at the sight. My dick is so painfully hard behind the briefs I’m wearing. I want to reach down and cup myself, but I won’t. That’s the line I’m not willing to cross, I guess. I should back away now and go to my room before he catches me. But I can’t. I’m trapped in this spell. Can’t look away. Can’t move. Hell, I can barely even blink.
The sight before me is sexy and forbidden and so fucking seductive. The way Boone’s giving in to his carnal urges. He’s taking what he wants from himself. He looks so powerful and strong. Every bit the badass bull rider he is. Boone Stanton is a sexy man fully dressed, but he’s a fucking god lying there in all his naked glory. Every dip and groove on his body is sharply carved as if he was made from stone. His body is a work of art.
Soft moans fall off his lips, his breathing quickening. He’s getting close, I think. Fuck, I need to leave. This is already so fucked up. I can’t watch him come too. That’s crossing a line…right? But again, my feet are rooted in place, and it’s like my brain cannot kickstart my body. Iknowwhat I need to do, but I can’t make it happen.
As if Boone can sense I’m standing here, his eyes flutter open just as he bites down on his lip. I swear, my heart stops beating for a moment as his gaze seems to land right on me. But it’s dark out here. He can’t see me… There’s no way.
But he’s looking directly at me, and instead of stopping, instead of coming over here and kicking my ass for being a creepy Peeping Tom, he… He keeps going. The only indication that he may have actually spotted me is the way his hand faltered on his cock for a millisecond before he got back to it. If anything,he’s stroking himself faster, harder now. His eyes, hooded and dark, stay locked in my direction, and I swear I can feel his attention all over my body.
Boone’s jaw goes slack, and the sexiest groan rips from his throat as I watch in part horror, part amazement as his cock erupts. Holy fuck… Boone is coming, and I really fucking think he’s watching me watch him. Thick ropes spurt out, covering his hand and spilling onto his stomach. His legs and ab muscles twitch as he makes a mess all over himself.
Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
He strokes himself through every last drop, letting his eyes close once he’s done. And suddenly, it’s like the spell has broken and my conscience comes back, slapping me in the face over what I’ve just done. Before Boone has a chance to open his eyes again and find mestillstanding here, I back up as quietly as possible before spinning and heading down the stairs as fast as I can without tripping and falling. I don’t let myself breathe until I’m safely inside my room with my back against the closed door.
Holy fuck.
