The entire way home, Maren delighted in her victory, gushing about being right. Then she went on to say how good we looked together. I was back in a daze, grinning goofily. There was no way I could fall asleep until I replayed the scene outside the bathroom in my head a hundred times. This wasn’t the best idea because it only made me hotter.
“Am I right?” Maren interrupts my dirty thoughts of what I imagined Walker doing to me.
“Huh?”
“Never mind, my answer is written on your face.”
“What—” The question dies on my lips when she gasps and slides down in her seat. Across the wide street, a champagne BMW is pulling into the Wills driveway.
Maren props her camera on the dashboard and adjusts the zoom lens as a leggy redhead emerges from the car, carrying a bag, and walks up to the door. It swings open, and Don Wills opens his arms in greeting, tugging her into him. The camera clicks until the door closes.
“Son of a bitch. He is doing this right under his wife’s nose, and in their home. How is that even possible?”
“Huge neighborhood, surrounding houses are empty… He probably thinks he’s untouchable.”
This is proof, but we need more.
“Yeah, it’ll be dark in half an hour. We’ll get closer then.”
As soon as darkness hits, I pull away from the secluded spot and drive to the clubhouse, which is full of cars. It’s the perfect place to park inconspicuously away from the security cameras. We both tug our dark hats low, sweeping our hair underneath, and grab our things.
The house is about three-quarters of a mile away, and we walk the golf path, staying close to the trees. When we get to the outskirts of the Wills property, we squat behind the tall shrubbery while Maren gets the camera ready.
Just as promised, Jean has left the right gate unlocked on the far side of the house. A boost of adrenalin surges through me when we slink through the gate and crouch with a clear view all the way through the open kitchen, dining, and living rooms.
Don and the mystery woman are wrapped around each other going at it. His hands are threaded through her hair as he kisses her hard, while her hand is rubbing along the crotch of his pants with a clear outline of his erection.
She breaks their kiss, sliding down his body, undoing his pants as she goes.
“Please, God, no,” Maren says in a horrified whimper.
“Here we go.”
She clicks away as we witness the sloppiest blowjob in history. “Seriously, she’s got slobber rolling down her chin. That’s disgusting.”
I wipe at my chin instinctively and dig into the bag for my phone.
While I’m digging, Maren inhales sharply and falls on her ass beside me. “Shit, Shit, Shit…”
“What?”
“We’ve got company.”
“What do you mean company?”
“Another couple walked in the door while he was mid-thrust.”
“What?”
“That’s not the worst of it.”
“What?” I repeat.
“She didn’t stop. She kept sucking as they walked straight into the kitchen. The other woman’s face didn’t show a hint of surprise. She actually licked her lips.”
“No!”
“What do we do now?”