“He does that a lot,” Aaron said in a wry tone that made Sammy wonder how many times Milo had interrupted his parents doing the deed.
He didn’t want to know.
“Anyway, figured you guys wouldn’t want to miss the fireworks.” Aaron’s smirk widened. “The ones in the sky, I mean.”
Sammy glared at his so-called friend while red washed over Olivia’s cheeks. He’d been so caught up in their moment he hadn’t noticed the pyrotechnics lighting up the sky. They were too far out in the suburbs to catch the city’s fireworks show, but Aaron had his own supplies. The other guests had set up camp on the other side of the backyard, where no trees blocked the view, and they’d dragged over enough lounge chairs and pillows to make the corner look like an outdoor slumber party.
Sammy couldn’t believe he’d missed the migration. That was what Olivia did to him—made him blind and deaf to everything that wasn’t her. Proving once again how dangerous she was.
To his relief and disappointment, she excused herself and slipped inside the house—ostensibly to use the restroom, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t see her again until it was time to leave.
“Don’t,” he warned when Aaron opened his mouth.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean it. I already warned you earlier, and you’re a grown man.” Aaron fell silent for a moment before adding, “You know what you’re doing.”
Sammy tilted his head up and watched the lights paint the night sky in a kaleidoscope of colors, his cock still semi-hard, his skin still tingling with electricity.
I sure hope so.