Holy. Fuck.
I cannot believe I just saw that. Can’t believe I watched Boone Stanton—my fuckingbrother-in-law—jack off in his room. I’m going to hell. I’m going to burn in hell for enjoying that as much as I did.
Without even thinking, I shove my hand into my briefs, fisting my steel-hard length. I squeeze.
This is bad.
This is really fucking bad.
Using my free hand, I shove the material down my legs until it pools around my ankles. My fist moves feverishly as pleasure soars through my body and a slideshow of what I just witnessed replays in my mind. His naked body. His thick, hard cock trapped in his fist. His big, bouncy balls. The look of lustsplashed on his face. Fuck, he’s such a gorgeous man. A gorgeous andoff-limitsman, who is married to my sister.
And he saw me. I know he did. Boone opened his eyes, saw me standing in his doorway, and he kept going. Not only did he keep going, but he finished. He came with my eyes on him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My hips thrust into my fist, arousal taking over my mind and body. This is so fucked up. So wrong. So hot. It feels so good. I flick my wrist the way he did as I fuck my fist, my lips parted as I moan and cry out. I picture Boone’s hand on my cock instead. Picture us jacking each other off in the dark. Where no one else can see us. It’s a secret.Oursecret.
He’d tower over me, his lips right beside my ear as he whispers filthy things. The tickle of his mustache against the shell of my ear would add to the pleasure. Add to the naughtiness. I bet Boone’s got a dirty fucking mouth on him.
Fuck, what I’d give to hear the things he’d growl only for me to hear.
My balls tighten up into my core, and a wave of pleasure overtakes every nerve ending within me. My head feels light and dizzy, my breathing coming out in harsh pants. I’m close. I’m so fucking close.
“Fuck… Shit,” I gasp.
Crying out much louder than I should be this late at night, my release barrels through me, cock throbbing, balls pulsing as the dam breaks and I come and come…and fucking come some more. It’s never ending, and visions of the man upstairs flash in my mind.
My body sags against the door as I calm from the high, the reality of the last twenty minutes hitting me with harsh clarity. This isn’t good. How the hell am I supposed to face Boone tomorrow? What am I supposed to say?
“Hey, man. Sorry for creeping on you and watching you come. My bad! But it was really hot.”
I’m going to have to move out. No, fuck moving out. I’m going to have to move out of the country. I can never face him again. Or my sister. Fuck! What if he tells Jade? What if Jade tells my parents?
I’m so screwed.
So fucked up.
So. Fucking. Dumb.
13
Boone Stanton
“Daddy!” Suzy barges into my room, her favorite pink Squishmallow in hand as she hurls herself onto my bed. “I want waffles!”
I scrub a hand over my face, exhaustion still set over my eyes. Sleep did not come easy to me last night. Although, I’m not surprised. My mind is reeling, and I can’t make sense of what happened not even twelve hours ago. In a perfect world, I’d get to hide out in my bed all day, avoiding having to face Grady, but that’s not exactly feasible with Suzy.
“Is that right, princess?” I ask, rolling onto my side and facing her. She’s sitting crisscross on Jade’s side of the bed.
“Yup. Can youpleaaaasemake me some?” Clasping her hands in front of her chest, her bottom lip pokes out into a pout, and her very best puppy dog eyes stare into mine. “With chocolate chips!”
When it becomes clear I can’t put this off forever, I heave a sigh and roll out of bed. “Meet me downstairs, sweetie,” I tell her as I stroll toward the bathroom.
“Thanks, Daddy!”
Shutting the door behind me, I flip on the light switch and meet my gaze in the mirror. My hair is a mess, eyes bloodshot, and there’s even the makings of some pretty impressive bags forming under my eyes.
Fuck me.
