The Chase

“Oh, you know. I lost count at fifty,” Beck said flippantly.

“Smart-ass. I’m being serious.”

“I’ve got a couple of younger brothers. We were never close. I haven’t spoken to them since I left home.”

“Where were you born? Here in Vegas? Or is that just where your mom left you?”

“I’m done playing twenty questions. I’m fucking exhausted and I want to be awake when Heavenly gets up. I guarantee she’s going to crawl out of bed with a hangover and a whole lot of embarrassment. She’ll probably try to leave Gloria an apologetic note and slip out early…”

Beck was right, so Seth shelved his questions and climbed into bed, careful to keep distance between them because it was definitely smaller than the one in the condo.

He stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the dip in Beck’s side of the mattress.

“It’s pathetic that you and I have spent more time in bed together than we have with Heavenly,” the doctor grumbled.

“Just keep your sweaty ass on that side, all right?”

“As long as you don’t try to spoon me, we’ll be fine.”

“You wish.” Seth rolled away from Beck and closed his eyes. The sooner he fell asleep, the sooner he could talk to Heavenly.

Silence fell. Beck turned, pulled at the sheet. The overhead fan whirled. Seth hoped the whisper of its blades would be enough to lull him to sleep.

He felt halfway there when a moan sounded through the wall.

“Yes. Oh, fuck…” Gloria gasped from the next room.

“Like that?” Buddy taunted in a low, gravelly tone. “Who does you right?”

“Hmm. You do. Lick it,” she cried out. “Faster. Oh, yeah.”

“Shit,” Beck muttered under his breath.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Seth groaned. “We’ve got to listen to that?”

“More,” Gloria gasped high and sharp. “Oh, yeah. Suck on my clit. Bite it!”

“I’m going to make you come so hard, baby,” Buddy growled.

“Shove your fingers in my pussy.”

“Your wife sure isn’t shy about asking for what she wants,” Seth drawled. “Has she always been like that?”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Beck snarled.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” Seth asked incredulously.

“I don’t know. Just do it.”

“What’s wrong, Kenneth? Jealous that Buddy is giving it to her better than you ever did?”

“I was a sixteen-year-old virgin, for fuck’s sake.”

“You sound butt-sore.”

“Fuck you. At least I didn’t lose my cherry on the shitter in a White Castle.”

Seth couldn’t help but laugh. “What? I put the toilet seat down first.”