I slid my hand into her bra, gently squeezing her. The moan she let out was loud, aching…needy. It was punctuated by a voice on the other side of the door. “Uh, Kellan? You in there?” Ignoring Matt’s voice, I swept aside Kiera’s bra to feel that glorious nipple in my mouth. She panted as she held my head to her; her hips swiveling against me bringing me to the edge of something…wonderful.

“Dude, Kellan. I know you and Kiera are in there…people saw you two head that way. Open the door.”

“Goddamn it,” I muttered, my body somewhat cooling. I knew Matt well enough to know that he wanted something, and he’d pound on the door every five seconds until he completely destroyed the moment to get it. Untangling Kiera from me, I unlocked the door and cracked it open. “What, Matt?” I scowled, eager for him to leave.

Kiera’s head rested on my bare chest as Matt glared at me. “Are you about to have sex in my bathroom?”

Well, duh. Wasn’t that painfully obvious? “Yes,” I told him, closing the door.

Kiera giggled at my answer, but Matt wasn’t amused. He blocked the door with his hand. “Kell, we only have one bathroom. I don’t want people peeing in my kitchen sink.”

With a sigh, I opened the door wider. Matt took in my state of undress, then Kiera’s, then snapped his eyes to mine as his cheeks flushed a little. Shaking my head at him, I shrugged. “Bedroom or bathroom.” I’d prefer the room with the lock, but I really didn’t care anymore.

Matt’s face scrunched, like he didn’t understand. “Bedroom or bathroom? You pick, Matt.” Because there is no way I’m stopping…you have no idea what she just said to me. If you did, you wouldn’t be bugging me, so pick a place, and do it now. Because the sex is happening.

Matt relented with a sigh and an eye roll. “Fine, but make it quick.” Way ahead of him, I slammed the door shut and locked it.

Matt added something about cleaning up, but I really wasn’t listening to him anymore. Kiera was my only focus. As her mouth reattached itself to mine, I unhooked her bra. Once the material was off her, I ducked down to suck her nipple back into my mouth. She wasn’t quiet when she voiced her agreement, and her fingers again tried to unbutton my jeans. She couldn’t, so I helped her as I teased her about her lack of talent for stripping me while she was drunk. But then she slipped her hand into my boxers, wrapping her fingers around me, and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a sound other than a needy whimper. God, yes…