Page 107 of My Family

I dig my heels into his back, needing more, and he obliges, fucking me harder, the bed starting to thump against the wall.

I laugh even as I moan because I'm suddenly imagining everybody listening to us.

And I don't even hate the thought.

He leans down and kisses me, sloppy and desperate, then bites my lip. His hand strokes my cock in rhythm with his thrusts, and I know I'm close.

I'm so close.

"Daddy," I whisper. "I'm gonna…"

"Do it," he says. "Cum for me."

Three more strokes and I do, all over my chest and his hand, and it's so intense my body locks up.

I see stars.

I can feel him get even harder inside me, and then he shudders and comes too.

He collapses on top of me, panting into my neck.

After a minute, he pulls out and wipes me off with the corner of the sheet.

We lie there, tangled and sticky, breathing in each other's air.

From the other side of the wall comes a thud, followed by Jack's muffled voice.

"If you're going to do that, can you do it quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep off our trauma!"

Ethan laughs.

I bury my face in his chest, shaking with silent laughter.

"Sorry, Jack!" I yell.

"Don't apologize, just shut up!" he yells back.

Something—maybe a shoe—slams into the wall.

Ethan kisses the top of my head. "Worth it," he murmurs.

"Worth it," I agree.

We're lying there in the dark, catching our breath, when I roll over and pull the curtain aside to look outside.

That's when I see him.

"Ethan," I say.

"Mm."

"Reed is outside."

A pause.

Then Ethan sits up.

Through the window, across the parking lot, Reed is sitting on the low concrete wall right next to the HOIDAY INN sign. One foot on the hotel side, one foot dangling over the other. He's right at the edge of the property, maybe one step from the sidewalk, staring at the street like he's waiting for a bus that isn't coming.