Page 14 of Pretty Nightmare

She turns away and continues walking along the side of the house, then looks over her shoulder one last time before she disappears around the corner.

I jog to catch up.

Fuck it.

When I round the corner, Indie has her face pressed against the glass of the family room window. The only lights on inside are the ones under the kitchen cabinets. So it’s a low light. A soft glow of yellow But it’s more than enough to see them.

Donovan and McKay are kissing.

I exhale and then heat fills me up. And I don’t remember breathing, but I exhale again. And then again. My chest rising and falling as emotions flood into my bloodstream.

“It’s kinda hot,” Indie whispers.

I have to agree. It kinda is. But it’s a lot of other things too.

They are both shirtless. And I’m not gonna lie, Donovan is just as nice to look at as McKay.

That’s not the only reason it’s hot though. This looks like a real fucking kiss. McKay is even kissing him back. And then Donovan’s hand slips down McKay’s chest, then down his ridiculous sixty-four-pack abs and rests on the waistband of his jeans.

Indie sucks in a little breath of surprise. “Damn. I didn’t think they’d… ooohh. Wow.”

Donovan is gripping McKay’s cock through his jeans. And McKay pulls out of the kiss. I have a moment of hope that he’ll push Donovan away. McKay looks down at Donovan’s hand as Donovan grips his cock and begins massaging his hand over his groin area.

But McKay doesn’t push him away. He closes his eyes and leans back against the counter. Practically giving Donovan permission to do whatever he wants.

“OK.” I sigh. “I’ve seen enough.”

I turn and walk back to the front of the house. Indie jogs behind me, catching up by the time we reach the porch. I make a lot of noise coming up the steps and even more when I open the main door.

I can see them in the kitchen pulling apart. McKay disappears out of view before we step into the foyer. But Donovan remains in view, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair as he smiles at us.

I want to punch him in the teeth. Wipe that fucking smile right off his face.

But Indie takes over, grabbing my hand and calling, “We’re going to bed. See you two in the morning.”

I barely hear what McKay and Donovan say back. The blood is rushing in my head, making it pound. And anyway, Indie is already leading me up the stairs.

She slips right into my room and closes the door behind us, flicking a switch on the wall that controls a small light on one of the bedside tables. She lets out a small giggle.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Oh, my God. If you could only see your face right now.” She giggles again. Points at me. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous of Donovan.”

“OK.” She shrugs. Then in one swift movement, she has her tank top over her head and is throwing it on the ground at her feet. She stands there in her pretty pink bra as I look at her.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, Adam?” She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, and then it’s falling on the floor too. She’s got a little pile going now.

She saunters over to me, her hips moving seductively. I put up a hand to stop her, but she takes it and places it on the button of her cut-off shorts. And then, without waiting for me to make a decision, she uses my fingers to pop that button.

“You just gonna stand there?” she asks.

“I’m fine with waiting for McKay to—”

“Fuck McKay. He’s having a good time with Donovan right now.”