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“I want to do it,” she decides between pants. “Right now,” she adds.

Rhett smirks at her eagerness. “Right now,” he confirms as he helps her turn around in the water. Suddenly, she’s facing me again, her body pressing back into his as if she’s trying to melt right into his chest. She looks at me and winks—the little minx—before reaching under the water.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on. And now Rhett’s question makes more sense. She’s using his body to get herself off. She’s getting louder… she’s panting faster. His face screws up in concentration as I assume she uses his cock like a toy. He’s obviously holding back—or trying his hardest to. I would laugh at his misery if I wasn’t also pleading with my dick not to come in this goddamn hot tub right now.

There’s no question about when she climaxes. She screams—there’s no other word to describe the enthusiasm or the volume—and Rhett whips his hand out of the water to cover her mouth. Her sounds are instantly muffled but still hot as hell. He keeps his hand in place, then bows his head low to whisper something just for her. Her head lolls back on his shoulder, and she smiles up at him. “Your turn,” she murmurs.

These two. Holy shit.

Tori turns around while Rhett scoots forward on the bench. She’s back in his lap again, on her knees so she can reach down between their bodies. He kisses her so long she’s breathless before he gives up a grunt that tells me she found her target.

I watch as his eyes glaze over and his mouth hangs open. I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna last more than a minute. Not that I blame him. The way it looks like Tori is staring right into his damn soul… She kisses him deeply, then drags her teeth down his neck to nip at his collarbone.

An idea sparks in my mind. Any other night, I wouldn’t care.

But I bet I can get away with it tonight.

“Hey, Tori,” I say softly. I intentionally avoid my new nickname for her so I don’t throw Rhett off his game. Bro’s close to sliding home. I refuse to be a literal cock block.

Her motions slow, but she doesn’t stop, instead peering at me over her shoulder and giving me a quizzical look.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I tentatively offer, sucking in a breath to galvanize myself for what I’m going to say next. “But take your other hand, go up behind his balls, and really gently push up and rub that smooth spot.”

Tori’s eyes widen in shock and intrigue before she follows my instructions. I know the second she hits her mark, because Rhett lets out a moan that matches her cries from earlier. She slams her mouth on his to quiet him, sucking on his tongue while she works him over with both hands.

“Fuck, V. Fuck…”

I’m captivated by the way he grunts and goes on as he comes—he’s more expressive when he orgasms than I’ve ever seen him. Good for him.

I keep watching them while ignoring my own painfully hard erection. I’m spellbound by the way they’re still touching and kissing, saying so much with the way their bodies come together in the water.

I decide now’s the time to give them a little privacy. I quietly slink toward the stairs, but don’t make it two steps out of the water before he catches me.

“Bro.”

I turn and cock my head toward the house, letting him know I’m okay—I’m not going anywhere tonight. “I’m gonna rinse off and change. Meet you guys inside.” I give him a wink for good measure.

I want them to have this—to make sure that they’re okay, and that I don’t butt in to all their moments and memories. I care for them both, and I know they care for me, too. But it’s nothing compared to the way they love each other.

Chapter 14

We’reallstretchedouton the basement sectional: Rhett on one side, with Tori lying over half his body like a blanket while her bare feet encroach on the cushion closest to my face on the other half of the couch.

Rhett passed out within minutes of coming down here. I had already set up the pillows and blankets like usual, so all he had to do was shower and change into clean clothes before he could crash. He was huffy with me, but I expected it. I don’t think he regrets letting me watch, but it was out of character enough that I bet he’s feeling off kilter.

I let out a little sigh, not feeling tired enough to close my eyes just yet. There’s a sated drowsiness filling the quiet basement. It makes me think of that word again:safe. I know Tori’s not asleep yet either, but I’m still startled when her cold toes tuck under my bicep and nestle in my armpit.

“So this is your thing?” she asks.

I roll to my side—dislodging her foot in the process—and press up to rest my head on my hand. I can see her outline in the dark thanks to the glow from the glass block windows that line the basement. She’s wearing one of Rhett’s lacrosse T-shirts and nothing else, although the XL shirt falls to her knees. I capture her cold feet in my hands before she can strike again, holding them in place and warming them in the process. The temperature hit ninety-two today, but the Wheelers’ air-conditioned basement is an icebox.

She mewls softly when I move my hands back and forth to warm her up. Rhett moves in response to the noise, and I snicker under my breath. He’s so attuned to her, responsive to every noise and move she makes.

I’ve put off replying long enough that it’s getting awkward. Of course she doesn’t let me off the hook.

“Every time your dad does something or says something or pisses you off… you go off the rails.”

It’s not a question. It’s a summary of my increasingly destructive behavior. Shame prickles through me as I contemplate how to respond.