Shoving down any doubts as to the propriety of my actions, I put my fingers on the window and slowly pushed it open.
I heard nothing. The dining room was silent.
Sudden fear seized me. What if something had happened? What if Indi had fallen down and Finn didn’t know what to do? What if Finn was secretly a serial killer?
Hoping I was wrong, I hoisted myself up on the sill and slithered inside.
Now it isn’t every 45-year-old man who can move like this, I congratulated myself before my lower back cramped up unexpectedly and I barely had time to instinctively dart behind the curtains when I saw movement at the door.
Shit, now I had really put myself in a fucking position here, jumping behind the curtains like some snooper instead of a concerned neighbor.
But they didn’t even look behind the gauzy curtains.
Finn had both his hands on Indi’s face and she was getting kissed very thoroughly by this. . .rock god.
What had gotten into Indi? Finn was not a suitable person for her!
I was about to leap out and object to his rough handling when he boosted her gently onto the kitchen table and bent down to lay kisses on her little round belly.
“Oh my god, you’re showing so much now, eh lassie,” he said in that fake Irish accent that made me want to strangle him.
I had it on very good authority that he was born inMinneapolis.
But I was aware my position was not very strong. What would it look like if they discovered me behind the curtains? For a moment, I debated stepping out in the most dignified manner I could, but then Astrid’s ex ran his hands up Indi’s thighs, her pretty little flowered sundress pooling up around her waist.
“Let me worship you,” he rumbled, stroking her thighs and raising his hands under her skirt to squeeze her hips gently.
I felt a surge of raw jealousy go through me, flooding my entire body from the top of my head to my very fine expensive leather-clad feet.
“If you insist,” Indi said, spreading her beautiful thighs wide, and I got a titillating flash of her pink panties and the outline of her plump lips against the thin fabric.
But then that jackass Finn was in the way, blocking my view with his massive shoulders as he groaned in pleasure and drew my ex-wife’s panties down her thighs slowly.
Indi watched him, her long hair falling down her back, biting her full lower lip. The expression on her face made my stomach heave painfully.
She used to look at me like that
When Finn had pulled the panties from her ankles, he stood up to his full height and brought the pink scrap of fabric to his face and took a huge sniff.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life,” he rumbled, sticking his tongue out and licking a line up her panties, then sucking them fully into his mouth as he groaned in ecstasy.
“Finn!” Indigo squealed, her cheeks pink, and I writhed with fury.
This fucking poser had no right making her look at him like that!
He stuffed the panties in his back pocket, and captured her lips with his, running his rough hand up her thigh.
He suddenly flipped up her skirt, exposing her beautiful pink pussy, and it was so puffed-up and swollen with need I had to stuff the curtains in my mouth to muffle a scream of jealous rage.
“Ohhh baby, you have to marry me,” he moaned, putting one hand on the back of her throat and beginning to stroke her deliciously dripping pussy with the other. “I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll cover you in riches. You’ll have a different house for each day of the week. A yacht for each month of the year. Justmarry me.”
My hands tightened on the curtains as I stuffed more of the fabric in my mouth, my throat dry with silent screams.
No, no, no, anything but that. . .
“Finn, how could you!” Astrid suddenly screamed through the open window with piercing intensity, and she began to beat on the glass pane right next to me with her fists, her engagement ring sparkling brightly in the sunshine.
I was so startled by the hammering, I jerked sideways and stumbled forward, tearing the curtain from its rod and falling on my face right in front of Finn and Indi.
