Chapter 13
But there was no other sound—no one talking to him, no nervous
scuffling, nothing to indicate he wasn’t alone in there. If he
caught me…
At the bottom of the stairs, I peeked around
the wall to get a good look in the kitchen. To my surprise, those
louver doors were also shut, though they didn’t close all the way
and the gap they left between the wall and the door allowed a shaft
of light to penetrate the darkened kitchen. It illuminated an empty
beer bottle that had been left on the counter which now cast an
amber glow over the sink’s faucet. If I were quick, I could
probably sneak in there, open the fridge really slowly so it
wouldn’t make any noise, grab two bottles of beer, and dash back
upstairs before Mr. Pierce even knew I was there.
I had taken off my shoes earlier. My socked
feet were silent as I inched across the carpet onto the tiled floor
of the kitchen. My heart hammered in my chest, every nerve was on
end, and my hair felt puffed in fear all along my arms and the back
of my neck. If I were caught…
No, I told myself. I wouldn’t be
caught. In my mind’s eye I could see myself getting the beers. I
crept closer, watched my hand reaching for the refrigerator door,
felt cool metal as my fingers closed around the handle. I wouldn’t
get caught. I wouldn’t…
From the dining room came that sound again,
half cough, half clearing the throat. With a voice steeped in
gravel, Mr. Pierce spoke. “So you owe me what, three hundred?”
My hand froze on the handle. Oh fuck.
He wasn’t alone.
I heard another sound, something sexy, a
mingle between a laugh and a moan. “Three fifty. Don’t round it
down just because you’re hard for me.”
The words drew me closer. They belonged to
RC, Mr. Pierce’s friend who had talked to me earlier. Without
conscious thought, I relaxed my grip on the handle of the fridge
and turned toward the partially shut louver door. “Hardfor
me?” Is that what he had said?
Oh, Jesus.
I expected an angry shout, a denial,
something fast and quick that sent this RC fellow packing. Instead,
I was surprised to hear the hint of a smile in Mr. Pierce’s voice
when he answered, “I was cutting you some slack. I know you ain’t
got the cash.”
With a throaty chuckle, RC replied, “I know
it’s not cash you want from me.”
I couldn’t help it—my feet moved forward,
heading for the louver door. I stopped at the counter and tried to
peer around the gap where the door and jamb didn’t quite meet but
all I saw was blank wall. Were they talking about what I
thoughtthey were talking about? What I hopedthey
were talking about?
Then I heard muffled moans, a slight gasp,
indistinct words. I inched closer and prized the louvers up slowly,
careful not to let them squeak. Through the wooden slats I saw Mr.
Pierce sitting at the head of the table in the only chair they kept
in the dining room. He was turned toward me, facing RC who sat on
the bench closest to the kitchen, the same seat Mikey always
preferred to use. Only RC wasn’t exactly sitting any longer. Both
hands leaned heavily on Mr. Pierce’s thighs, rumpling the work
pants he wore as RC fisted the dark blue material. RC stretched
above Mr. Pierce, face buried in his neck, and as I watched, Mr.
Pierce’s thick lips parted in a low, guttural moan. One hand rubbed
over RC’s strong arm, kneading through his shirt. The other trailed
down RC’s chest to tug at the waistband of RC’s jeans.
Suddenly my own jeans felt two sizes too
small. Without thinking about it, I thumbed open the fly and felt
the zipper part beneath the erection straining at my crotch. My
whole body flushed at the sensation of my hard dick released from
confinement and I pressed my palm against it before my fingers
encircled my shaft.
When RC’s mouth covered Mr. Pierce’s, I bit
my lower lip to keep from whimpering.Yes,I prayed.
Thank you, God, for letting me see this.
Apparently Mr. Pierce didn’t share my
appreciation. With his hand flat against RC’s chest, he held the
younger man at bay. “Sweet as they are,” he purred, “your kisses
aren’t enough to pay your debt.”
“You’re the one who knocked off fifty bucks.”
The coy smile I heard in RC’s voice excited me and I rubbed the
front of my briefs, which had grown damp beneath my growing
erection.
Mr. Pierce’s laugh was like a warm hand that
wrapped around my balls and squeezed gently. I almost moaned at the
sound, but bit down harder on my lip to keep quiet. “I can get
these for free whenever I want,” he murmured.