I lay down on the bed with my arms and legs spread like I’m making a snow angel. After all this heat, I wouldn’t mind going somewhere with snow. Carter and I could drink hot tea in a cabin somewhere in the mountains after we go skiing. That would be a blast, even though I have no idea how to ski.
I almost let myself get drowned in my thoughts of a romantic getaway when a noise pulls me out of my dreamland. I frown, listing closely to the sound. It’s a squeaky rhythmic sound, layered with a voice… no, two voices. I can barely hear it from the bed.
I jump up, creeping to the wall on the opposite side of the room as the bathroom, and press my ear against the thin plaster. I can hear it better now. It’s two voices, and man and a woman, and they’re moaning like they’re having sex.
They are having sex, but isn’t that Henry and Amy in the next room?
I pull my ear away from the wall, blushing at the thought of those two getting it on. Weird couple, but okay, it’s not like Carter and I are much different.
I feel strange for listening in on two people having sex. It makes me feel envious of their pleasure, as well as incredibly turned on and more than a little bit dirty. The odd tingling in my lower belly returns as I soak in the erotic moment.
I press my ear to the wall again, listing to the needful moans of two people thoroughly enjoying themselves. Damn, I’m such a creep, but I can’t stop listening to them. Is that really Henry and Amy, or have I stumbled upon someone else’s private party?
I’m listening so closely that I don’t even hear the door to the bathroom open, or Carter as he steps out into the room after his shower.
Chapter Eighteen
Carter
“What are you doing?” I ask Honey, causing her to jump away from the wall as though there was an electric current running through it.
“Ah, nothing,” she blurts, her cheeks turning redder than a radish.
“Spying on our neighbors?” I ask, stepping forward with a towel wrapped around my waist. I intended to come out and try to get her hot and bothered by my nearly naked body, but it seems as though she already is.
“N-no,” she stammers, frowning deeply. It’s cute.
“What were you doing?” I ask, leaning in and listening closely. I feel a sudden sense of amusement as I realize why she had her little ear pressed against the thin plaster wall separating Henry and Amy’s room from ours. She was listening to them have sex.
I laugh at her expense, but I can’t help it. She looks like she’s about to die on the spot from embarrassment, but to me, this only humanizes her. I knew she wasn’t some sexless being who intended to live the rest of her life as a virgin. She’s curious, and much more than she would ever let on.
“I was just checking what was going on. I heard some noises,” Honey says, pointing her finger at the wall like it’s the culprit instead of her.
“Some noises,” I say, nodding my head and grinning like a fool.
“Yes,” she replies defensively.
“Some noise, such as two people having sex?” I ask, nearly laughing at how red in the face she is now. It’s like she’s having an allergic reaction to getting caught.
“I wasn’t really sure,” she says, still sticking to her story.
“Are you curious about sex, Honey?” I ask, stepping closer to her and keeping a hand on the towel around my waist. It’s the only thing holding it up. I could let it drop at any second, but I have to know that she wants it. I need her to beg me, or at least be enthusiastic before I take what I want.
“That’s a personal question,” Honey replies, but she looks me up and down like she’s hungry.
Good. I can already tell she’s more prepared to be a real wife now than she was on the day of our rushed wedding.
I rub my chin with my free hand. “If it’s so personal, then you should tell me. I’m your husband.”
“Kind of a fake husband, though,” she says, tilting her head to one side and letting her blonde hair flow over her shoulder.
“Fake?” I ask, feeling a tinge of hurt at the words. Originally, it was very much a fake wedding, but now, it feels like a lot more than that, at least to me. I push the ill emotion aside and focus on my goal – getting Honey to open her angelic legs for me.
“Yeah, our marriage is for business purposes,” Honey says with mock confidence.
“Well then,” I say, an idea beginning to bloom in my devious mind. “We had a fake wedding, and I gave you a fake ring,” I say, pointing to the very real diamond on her finger. “I think we should also do a fake consummation of the wedding, don’t you?”
“Consummate?” she whispers, her eyes growing wide.
“That’s right,” I say, taking another step forward so that I’m close enough for her to see the fire in my eyes. “We should do a consummation, and you can make the same noises with that pretty little mouth as Amy is in the other room. How about that?”
Her eyes never leave mine. “But it’s fake, right?”
“Totally fake. Would you like to see something else fake?” I ask, pointing to my cock struggling to rise against the weight of the towel.
Honey nods her pointed chin, just ever so slightly, but that’s all I need to drop
