He heaves a long-suffering sigh and gets to his feet. His dour presence suspends my good mood until the second I open the door.
I instantly stop thinking about Sam, instead staring at the sight before me.
They’re making out.
I don’t know how it happened, only that Adam’s tongue is exploring her mouth and she has her legs wrapped around his waist, and they’re making out against the wall like they never want to stop.
Sam makes a funny sound beside me, and when I glance at him, his face is flushed, eyes wide and glazed, cock rock hard.
Oh yeah, he’s interested.
I pull him in and close the door behind us.
That seems to get her attention, and she rips her lips away from Adam's to stare at us, even as Adam attacks the side of her neck.
"I thought I told you not to start without us, darling," I croon as I get close. When I reach her, I trace my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips, eager to kiss them too.
"Sorry," she says with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, before they roll back when Adam hits a particularly sensitive spot. "We g-g-got carried awway."
"I'll say." Sam is closer now, his tongue swiping over his lips. Hunger oozes off him, his eyes brighter than I've seen them in a long time.
He's been going through depressive spells, and I haven't seen him this turned on in months.
He goes to the other side of her, caging her in.
'"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks.
It takes her a second to answer. She's too preoccupied with what Adam's doing to her, and I have to tear his head away from hers for her to formulate a thought.
Adam, of course, growls his discontent, but he can get back to it later.
"Don't worry about my name," she says, finally smiling at Sam. "Are you the third friend?"
"Yes."
"Perfect." She smiles. "But I don't want to do this here." A little bit of something like embarrassment sneaks into her face as she studies the room. "Not in this room, and preferably not in this house."
"No problem," I say. "We were going to take you out anyway. Dinner. Dancing. Get you a little more worked up."
"Oh, I'm plenty worked up already," she bites her lip, and her chest expands as she inhales deeply. "Just take me home with you before I explode."
All three of us share a look, and my smile couldn't be wider.
"Yes, ma'am."
"But is it okay if we go through the back? I don't want anyone seeing me when we leave."
"Sure. I'll go make sure the coast is clear. You two bring her out in about thirty seconds or so."
They both nod. This is a drill we've run before. Once, we actually had to sneak a girl out through the second-floor window, and that was a lot tougher.
It will be especially easy to clear everyone from the kitchen area where the back door is, especially since most of the people at this party are significantly drunk.
I simply go down and yell, "Everyone get in the fucking yard and get some shots!" and everyone who's not already sloshed out of their minds or making out on the couch runs out of the room whooping like it's their birthday.
Then we make a speedy, clean exit.
We drove here in different cars, but since Adam's is the biggest, we decide to take that to the condo we share.
