Page 43 of Sit, Stay, Love
‘Holy shit,’ Sera whispered as a flash of pubes appeared just above the waterline. Then she groaned out, ‘Goddamn it,’ as the woman stepped in front of Lord Jasper, blocking the camera’s – and Sera’s – view. She giggled at herself for being disappointed at the missed full-frontal opportunity, then gasped as Lord Jasper hauled the woman into his wet, naked torso and consumed her with a hungry kiss.
Lord Jasper gently lowered the woman to the grass under a tree and pushed up her skirt. Then he thrust into her. Sera’s heart raced, thundering in her ears as the woman gasped then sighed, and Ethan’s naked arsebounced up and down, slow then fast, then slow again, while the woman moaned below him.
When she heard Toby’s footsteps in the hall, she quickly rearranged herself so she was just as he left her.
‘Oh, Jesus. My eyes,’ he said as he witnessed the scene playing out. Then he looked at Sera, his face stony.
‘I know. It’s so bad,’ she said with a fake yawn.
His eyes flicked between the television and Sera’s increasingly flustered face, and he muttered, ‘Huh.’ He handed her a beer. ‘I think you’re enjoying watching Ethan James fuck that woman.’
‘Herriot!’ Her jaw dropped. ‘I’m not. Anyway, it’s not Ethan, it’s a character he’s playing, and besides… I’m not.’
‘Uh-huh.’ He inelegantly lifted her legs, holding them up as he slid onto the couch, before dropping her feet back onto his lap. ‘You said that last bit twice, and your cheeks are flushed. And your neck.’
She touched her throat then tugged her hair around to cover it up. Grunts and moans and a rhythmic wet slapping were coming from the television, and she was desperately trying to block it out. ‘I’m on my third beer and you know alcohol makes my skin blotchy. Thanks for pointing it out, by the way.’
He squinted one eye. ‘You’ve got the hots for Ethan James, haven’t you?’
She froze like a deer caught in Toby’s astute headlights. ‘He’s a nice guy,’ she said defensively. ‘I told you that.’
‘That’s not what I mean, and you know it. I mean, you wouldn’t say no to being that woman under him right now.’
‘Toby! Don’t be ridiculous.’ Her cheeks flamed. This was not the kind of conversation they had. Ever.
‘Using my actual name? I think I hit a sore spot.’ He laughed. ‘I can tell you like him, Ser. That is not an alcohol flush. That’s an Ethan-James-has-a-tight-arse flush. You’re hot for him.’
‘I am not!’
His lips quirked into a crooked grin. ‘You know, my arse is as good as his,’ he practically growled. ‘Anytime you want to see it, you just have to say please.’
A gasp slipped out as she gaped at him.
‘Anytime,’ he repeated, cocking an eyebrow as he put the bottle to his twitching lips and took a long, slow pull, his eyes never leaving hers. A tiny trickle of beer escaped his mouth and dribbled off his chin. He lifted the hem of his t-shirt and wiped his face, briefly flashing his tight abs.
She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, her eyes blink, blink, blinking at the quick glimpse of his skin. She bet he did have a great arse. She’d thought about it on more than one occasion, letting her mind wander there more often than she’d ever consciously admit. He always looked fantastic in his jeans. Even better in his boardshorts. And the times she’d accidentally seen him in his underwear…
He stared at her, his throat bobbing.
She swallowed and dipped her gaze to his lips, noticing the way he grated his teeth over them back and forth. His hand touched her foot, his fingers skimming across her skin, gently stroking from her toes to her ankle. She lifted her gaze from his mouth to his eyes, instantly drawn in by their chocolate depths. He held her gaze as his hand pushed under the hem of her pyjama pants, his fingertips drawing excruciatingly tender circles on her flesh.
Sera dug her teeth into her lip. The noises from the television were coming to a climax, and her body throbbed along with every cry and moan. Her skin tingled, and her heart sprinted and her chest rose and fell, faster and faster under Toby’s delicate touch.
Shit. This is… hot.
Whatever was happening between her and Toby was hot. And she liked it. She knew she shouldn’t – she really shouldn’t – but she did. The warmth of his skin on her skin. His teasing caresses. The darkness spreading in his eyes. The hint of a flush in his pale cheeks. His growing excitement.
Sera jerked.
Is that…
She felt a flash of panic and kicked out her foot, her heel landing with a heavy thud in Toby’s groin.
He snapped his hand away, hunched over and grunted. ‘Shit! What the—’ He grunted again.
She clapped a hand over her mouth. ‘Oh, Herriot. I’m so sorry!’
‘Fucking hell, Sera!’
