The doorknob twists and I grin at Drew when we’re met with a vast dark space.
Pressing my finger to my lips, we creep inside and I close the door quietly.
“Will…” Drew whispers in my ear, tugging on my hand.
Uncertain eyes sparkle in the moonlight which leaks through the windows set along the back wall. It gives us enough light to see what we’re doing but sufficient camouflage to be discreet.
Here’s to hoping this place doesn’t have infrared cameras installed.
“Just follow my lead and trust me, Baby.” I waste no time reassuring her, hitching up her dress, and wrapping my hands beneath her ass.
She releases a giggle and loops her legs around my waist as I walk us toward a large stage on the right-hand side of the room. This place must be used for performances and conventions.
Tonight, it’ll get the show of its life.
“Shhh…” I murmur against her lips. “I need you to be really quiet in case anyone is lurking in the hallway.”
She breaks the kiss. “But I didn’t say anything.”
“Ohmigod.”
Okay, that definitely wasn’t Drew.
Supporting her weight in one arm, I pull my phone from my pocket and activate the flashlight.
I turn around in a circle, Drew’s hands gripping the nape of my neck.
“That wasn’t my imagination, was it?” I say beneath my breath.
She shakes her head. “No. I heard it too.”
You know those moments when it’s probably best to walk away, yet curiosity reels you in until it’s too late and you can never unsee what you should’ve ignored in the first place?
Well, that’s me right now.
I point at the moving black curtain pulled across the stage, another moan echoing into the room.
“A thousand bucks says that’s Tristan and a random chick.”
Drew’s eyes flare wide as I lower her to her feet and I begin climbing the stairs leading to the stage.
“Will, you can’t,” she hisses from behind me.
I bring another finger to my lips, shoulders shaking with laughter. This guy deserves to get busted after the shit he pulled the other week—calling me to offer his condolences for a deal he could only secure in his dreams.
The curtain moves again right as I whip it back, ready to bust my teammate’s balls and remind him that public sex is illegal despite my intentions two minutes before.
“There’s kids still?—”
I freeze when my eyes land on the back of Dad’s head … buried between …
“Holy fucking Jesus Christ!”
“Will!” Mom scoots back, Dad pulling her dress down over her knees.
I’ve never been into frosting but right now, I’m it’s biggest fan. It covers parts of my parents that would be burned into the deepest depths of my traumatized memory if they weren’t smeared in the remnants of the cake they cut only a few hours ago.
“What the fuck?” Dad exclaims, keeping his back to me as he fights with the zipper on his pants.