Page 45 of His Trick

Sorry, Care Bear, but as the captain, it’s about time you go down with your ship.

My phone rang before even fucking sunrise, and that shrill, insistent tone was still ringing in my aching head. I had ignored it, if nothing, just to piss off Hale more. He could wait until I showered this hangover away.

“Ow. Son of a bitch.”

In retrospect, maybe breaking my body in the gym wasn’t the wisest idea. Especially considering that now I needed to get my ass up and go to the old nine-to-five. My body was doing more than protest. And the hot water was doing nothing to soothe the irritation coiling in my muscles at the volume in the room next door—Xanthy’s room.

“Oh fuck, Shiloh! Yes, Baby, right there. Don’t stop.”

“So much for sleeping in you fucking bunny rabbits,” I grumbled to myself, the heat of the water sprayed down on my head.

Shiloh could play house with his girlfriend all he wanted today, because I had my work to do. If the number of ignored calls were anything to base the severity of the case on, it would be a big one.

“Mmm. That’s right, Baby. Take my fucking cock before I strangle it inside your tight fucking ass.”

Their stupid moans and wall banging were as annoying as the throbbing in my temples. Why the fuck had I pounded that whole fucking bottle of vodka? I didn’t even like alcohol. It made people stupid and was like a truth bomb of word vomit. I didn’t want the weakness that was taking over my damn body right now.

“Who controls this fucking cunt, Xanthy? Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.”

Gag.

I noticed a pain in my mouth and was interested to see blood dripping from it onto my hands. I needed to watch how hard I clenched my jaw. The inside of my cheeks was paying the price.

Narrowing my eyes, I got a wicked idea that may just shut them the fuck up. I leaned forward, sticking my head in the corner of the shower, the opposite side of Xanthy’s wall. I inhaled deeply and let out the loudest and most fake moan I could muster.

It was followed shortly after by my laughter, as the groans stopped instantly amid their frantic whispered curses. Just because I was a total asshole and wanted to sell it well, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my phone.

These were waterproof, right?

Scrolling past the forty notifications of missed calls, I typed in a known porn site and clicked on a random, heavy moaningvideo, cranking that shit up to the loudest volume available. The shower acted as a funnel, and the sounds ricocheted around me. Nothing was like that beautiful, strangled whimper from Shiloh. These idiots didn’t do a thing to my dick, not even a twitch.

I chucked my phone on the soap dispenser, keeping it loud, while I finished washing my body, and got to work with the shampoo. Shiloh liked the one I used yesterday, based on his not-so-discreet sniffing around my hair.

I needed to switch it up to keep him wondering if his mind was creating shit that wasn’t real. The only thing he knew for certain was that no matter how hard he punished my throat, I could take him in kind. I devoured every fucking brutal thrust, and that surprised the fuck out of us both.

The thoughts of the night wrapped around me, like the steam fogging the mirrors by the sink. My blurry reflection had a hand wrapped around my cock, the length thick and fucking demanding. Not from the porn still playing, but for him. I intended to turn off the video, but a notification popped up on my screen, and my smile rose.

I had linked my phone to the security cameras at my family’s house. When I was here, I needed to keep tabs on the shit these idiots did, especially my fucking father.

Right now, the hallway cameras flashed with movement, and I pulled up the feed. Shiloh was standing by the bathroom door. His body seemed stuck in a space of hesitation about moving forward. But he wasn’t just hesitating.

He’s listening. You want to hear me moan, Sunshine? I mused to myself. Then fucking work for it.

I didn’t turn the shower off when I finished rinsing. Instead, I left it on and the phone. I didn’t bother putting on a towel as I walked the short distance to the bathroom door. I simply opened the door and watched him fall forward into my body.

It was hard to refrain from laughing. It took him a minute for his mind to catch up to the change in environment. My skin prickled with goosebumps from the chilled air hitting my wet skin and from him being pressed against my body.

“Careful, Sunshine. Your silence screams subtitles,” I said, Shiloh finally ripping away with a growl.

I didn’t miss the fact that he glanced at my body. His dark gaze lingered a second too long on my cock piercing, and I made no attempts to hide how hard I was for him. My dick danced, and the metal balls glinted in the light. I wanted him to see. Let him assume what he wanted. Let his mind spin with the possibilities. Was it him fucking Xanthy? Was it the porn still blasting from the phone’s speakers? Or was it something in my mind?

“You fucking asshole. You know you jacking off in the bathroom was so loud it woke us up, right?” he groused, getting further away from me, leaning against the wall across from the bathroom.

“Hmm. Funny, I wouldn’t have considered the noises in there, lullaby material.”

“What the fuck do you mean? Were you listening to us? Really, Carrington? Are you that deprived? You have to spy on your own sister?”

I smiled and walked closer to him, my body locking him against the wall, caged in by my dripping arms. “Take my fucking cock before I strangle it inside your tight fucking ass.”