29. Vameer
Vameer
Idrop the curtain back into place before she completes her turn. But I don’t move. I stay where I am, listening.
It took me too long to realize my heart was beating wildly. And by then she was bent over, facing away from me. Ass on display. Presenting.
I reach down and press my palm against my cock.
I’m so hard it hurts.
There’s another rip in my shorts.
I press down harder.
Turning my head so my ear is against the glass, I listen as my mate’s footsteps take her into the room I can’t see beside the window.
She’s mumbling something, dropping soft things—clothes?—onto the floor.
Water turns on. And it’s loud. A shower?
A cabinet door opens and closes.
I move down the length of the platform, keeping my ear against the side of the house.
The sound of the water falling is interrupted.
She’s getting in the shower. Naked.
Gravito dances in my chest. Begging me to get closer. To go to her.
I lean my forehead against the outer wall.
Then a buzzing noise I don’t recognize starts, and I furrow my brows.
What is that?
The sound continues, and I roll my head to the side so my ear is back against the wall.
It’s something electric.
Then my mate moans. And my heartbeat trips.
I stand up straight.
Is she…