Before he could find out, a few solid strikes landed against the door. “Detective said he wasn’t waiting for the orgy to end. He’ll be back in five minutes and wants to talk to Heather.”
She blushed. “That’s Allister, isn’t it?”
Curt nodded and backed away from the bed, defeated.
On the other side of the wall, the shower started. Curt and Heather exchanged this suspicious gaze, one so intense Justin felt completely left out.
“I wanted you,” she whispered.
“Another time.” He winked, grabbed his jeans, and discarded the condom before dressing.
“Come on guys!” Draegan pounded his fists against the door. “We’re at a crime scene for crying out loud.”
Gabe emerged wearing a towel. After giving Heather a heated look, he strolled over to the chair, retrieved his clothes, and turned around to dress, sporting his erect cock and grinning at Heather the whole time.
“Damn.” She leapt from the bed, kissed Justin’s cheek in passing, left a sensual kiss on Curt’s lips, and then leapt into Gabe’s arms, bracketing her legs around him and whispering in his ear. He threw his head back and laughed.
Again, Justin felt like the odd man out. He wondered then about the ideas surrounding the relationships in Trouble. Did the women there have completely different bonds with each of their men? Was it one of the reasons why they found sharing acceptable?”
Heather disappeared in the bathroom to freshen up and change. Justin said, “I don’t know how I feel about all this.”
Curt and Gabe laughed. Then Gabe said, “No one forced you to stick around and watch.”
“I’m serious here. I mean, I just watched the woman I love, the woman I dated for over a year I might add, fuck a guy she’s never dated. I mean, there’s something wrong about that.”
“What’s wrong is the fact that you were with her a year and didn’t fuck her,” Gabe pointed out.
“You don’t know that.”
Gabe smirked. “I’m pretty sure I do.”
“You never fucked her?” Curt looked surprised. “Why?”
“I wanted to marry her.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you,” Curt drawled in his country voice. “She wouldn’t have gone to the marriage bed as pure and fresh as the fallen snow.”
“Yes, I can see that now,” Justin said.
“I thought the two of you were close.” Gabe finished dressing, bent down to grab his boots and sat on the edge of the bed. “It never came up in conversation?”
“Heather discussions were off-limits,” Curt said.
“I’m still waiting out here, fellas! If you don’t mind to shelf the good buddy talk until later, I’d appreciate it.” Draegan pounded his fists against the door. “Come on!”
Gabe nodded at Curt and Curt opened the door. Draegan leaned against the doorframe and studied Gabe. “Really?”
Gabe stuffed his foot in the other boot and didn’t explain himself.
“You couldn’t wait until we were back in Trouble?”
“No, Draegan, I couldn’t.” Gabe then stood. “I’ve waited four years.”
“Yeah well—”
“That’s my fault,” Curt said.
Draegan looked surprised. “Seeing as Gabe looks fucked, you look the same as you did fifteen minutes ago, and Justin looks distraught, I can’t wait to hear this.”