Chapter 27 Welcome home
Melissa’s POV
Something woke me.
Not a sound exactly, it was more like a vibration running through the walls. I blinked in the darkness, feeling disoriented from being woken up all of a sudden, I reached for my phone on the nightstand . It was 11:47 PM.
Then I heard the sound of the music again . It was a deep bass that made my bed frame buzz slightly against the floor.
What the hell?
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Mom and Gavin never played music. They were the classical-piano-at-reasonable-volume type. This was club music. The kind that rattled your bones.
I threw off my covers and opened my bedroom door.
The hallway stretched dark ahead of me, but light spilled up from downstairs. I heard the sound of multiple voices laughing and talking over each other and the pounding music.
A party? Here?
That made zero sense. Unless…
Gavin’s son was back. Mom had mentioned he was coming home this week. But she definitely hadn’t mentioned a party.
I crept down the stairs, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet. The noise grew louder.
The living room was a disaster. There were beer bottles scattered across the coffee table. Someone’s leather jacket was thrown over the pristine white couch that Mom had spent hours picking out. The air reeked of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.
“Hello?”
My voice disappeared into the noise.
I followed the sounds deeper into the penthouse, toward the west wing. That hallway had always been off-limits reserved for Gavin’s son’s. I heard his room was down there,and it was kept locked up when he wasn’t home.
But tonight, light blazed from beneath a door that stood slightly ajar.
And that sound was louder now.My stomach dropped as recognition hit.
It was the sound of sex someone moaning . Heavy breathing and the unmistakable slap of skin against skin.
Oh God.
I should leave. I should turn around and pretend I didn’t hear anything. But instead like an idiot I kept walking. Like someone in a horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate.
The door was left slightly agar and I looked inside.
The room was huge. Racing posters covered the walls. A huge trophy case lined one side of the wall with a massive bed dominating the center of the room.
And on that bed…
Holy shit.
Two women Both completely naked. One had her thighs wrapped around a guy’s head, grinding down on his face while her head fell back in pleasure, pinching her puffy nipples. The other straddled his hips, riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies while they moved. The girl on his face was moaning, her fingers tangled in her partner’s hair. The one riding him leaned forward, and they kissed, it was deep and filthy…while still moving in perfect rhythm.
I couldn’t see the guy’s face. Just tanned skin slick with sweat, and his muscular arms gripping the thighs on either side of his head.Heat flooded through me. My face burned. But I couldn’t look away.
The girl on his face gasped, grinding down harder. “Fuck ahh ohh, yes, right there I’ll pee again …”
The other one moaned into her mouth, her hips moving faster.
My nipples hardened traitorously beneath my thin sleep shirt. Warmth pooled low in my belly even as my brain screamed at me to leave.
This was wrong. I was watching strangers have sex. I was invading someone’s privacy. I needed to…
The girl riding him shifted slightly.
And I saw his face.
Green eyes half-lidded with pleasure. That sharp jawline. Dark hair mussed and damp with sweat.
Jason.The guy from the restaurant. The one from Outside the arena. Gavin’s son and my future stepbrother.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
The arousal that had been building in my body turned to ice. Nausea hit me like a wave.
That was Jason. That was my soon-to-be stepbrother having a threesome twenty feet from where I slept.
I stumbled backward, my hand flying to my mouth.
The movement must have caught his attention.
Those green eyes shifted. Found me standing in the doorway.
For one frozen second, we just stared at each other. Him between two naked women. Me in an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, face burning with humiliation.
Recognition flashed across his face.
His eyes widened. Then he grinned.
That fucking grin.
I ran.
My feet barely touched the floor as I bolted back down the hallway. Behind me, I heard him say something to the girls.
“Hey! Wait!”
No. No no no.
I was almost to the stairs when a hand caught my wrist.
I spun around, yanking my arm free.
Jason stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs slung low on his hips. His chest was bare, with well defined abs glistening with sweat. Lipstick marks…two different shades…decorated his neck and chest like a fucking map of what he’d just been doing.
His dark hair stuck up in every direction. And those green eyes looked at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement that made me want to punch him.
“Warrior Girl?”
The nickname hit me like a slap. “Don’t call me that.”
“Holy shit.” He was laughing now. Actually laughing. “You’re the stepdaughter? You’re Dad’s fiancée’s kid?”
My face was on fire. “Yes. And I’m leaving…”
“No fucking way.” He leaned against the wall, completely comfortable standing there half-naked while I wanted to dissolve into the floor. “This is perfect. You live here?”
“Unfortunately.” The word came out sharp. “Can I go now?”
“Babe?” One of the girls appeared in the doorway behind him, wrapped in a sheet that barely covered anything. “Are you coming back or what?”
My stomach turned. This was disgusting. He was disgusting.
“Give me a minute, Jess,” Jason called over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off me.
The girl huffed but disappeared back into the room.
“You should get back to… that.” I gestured vaguely toward his room, my voice dripping with disdain.
“Jealous, Warrior Girl?”
“Disgusted, actually.” I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly very aware that my nipples were still hard beneath my thin shirt. “Some of us have standards.”
“Ouch.” But he was still grinning. “This just got so much more interesting.”
“Nothing about this is interesting.” I stepped back. “Nothing about you is interesting. Now leave me alone.”
“Come on, don’t be like that. We’re going to be family soon. Might as well be friends.”
“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.”
“Damn.” He laughed. “You’ve got a bite. I like it.”
“I don’t care what you like.” I turned toward the stairs. “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“That’s going to be hard considering we live in the same house.” His voice followed me up the stairs. “Sweet dreams, Warrior Girl. Try not to think too hard about what you saw.”
I didn’t respond. I just kept climbing until I reached my room and slammed the door.
I leaned against it, breathing hard, my entire body shaking.
My stomach churned with disgust. With embarrassment. With the lingering heat I hated myself for feeling.