Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER THIRTY

MEGHAN

“S

hut up, you did not?!” I'm dying for breath as I laugh at Samuel’s latest tale.

I don’t know how we got on the topic of PDA, but he’s telling me the story of getting caught with his college boyfriend, mid thrust, by his mother, in his childhood home, and it’s fucking hilarious.

“Hand to Jesus, they were supposed to be at the cabin all weekend.” He shakes his head wiping away his own tears of laughter. “I couldn’t look my mother in the eye for months. Months! I mean, she’s one of the most open-minded people you’ll ever meet, but - gay, straight, or otherwise - no one wants to see their son balls-deep in a stranger, bare ass glistening with sweat, wearing a leather vest and cowboy hat.”

I clutch my stomach as I let out another laugh. “Seriously? Why the outfit?!”

“You think mine was bad. Crazy Eugene had one of those rubber horse masks on.”

A strange sound falls out of my mouth, and I have to close my eyes and cross my legs to stop from peeing myself.

“Not my choice, okay!” Samuel pleads for me to believe. “It was his idea! Something he’d always wanted to do, and who am I to deny a man his dream?” He sighs. “He was weird, but he was a sexy, sexy man.”

I open my eyes to peek up at him. “What did you do when your mom walked in?”

Samuel gives me a look. “I sure as fuck didn’t finish.”

I break up again.

“You try keeping a woody with the sight of your mother’s horror burned into your retinas. She didn’t even say anything. She just opened the door. Screamed. And ran down the hall. Thankfully, I dismounted immediately, since the next thing I heard was the sound of my dad running towards the commotion.”

“Dismounted?” I choke out.

He smirks.

God, why does that smirk look so familiar?

“Well, we were really wedged in there… ” Samuel shakes his head. “That lower bunk was not as spacious as I remembered it being.”

“For real, stop. You did not do this in a bunk bed?!”

“True statement. My twin and I shared those bunks growing up. Once we hit high school, we both moved down into the basement, but for whatever reason my mom kept that room the same.” He raises a hand. “Don’t ask, okay. I don’t know why Eugene wanted to try out his little horsey fantasy in my old bed. If I overthink it, I’ll get weirded out.”

“Yeah, because that’s the weird part.” I dab at my eyes and straighten up. “Okay, I need to find a bathroom before you tell me another story and I pee my pants.”

“Can’t have that. Follow me.” He grabs my arm, guiding me down the hall. “Now tell me, have you ever been caught?”

“Thankfully no. And I hope to keep that track record.”

“Oh, come on. That’s no fun.”

“Hey, I have plenty of fun! The last time I had sex was actually in public. Not my fault that no one found us.”

Samuel grins as he looks me up and down. “When you say public…”

I make a face. “Uh, it was in an alley, behind a club.”

He bursts into laughter. “Damn girl! That’s some kinky shit.”

I snort. “So says the horse fucker.”

After leading me to the ladies room around the corner, Samuel promises to wait for me in the hall. Then we’ll go up to the main ballroom space where the dinner will be held.

Washing my hands, I check my makeup in the mirror. All my laugh-crying has smudged some of my eyeliner, so I use the tip of my finger to fade it into a smoky look.

Staring at my reflection, I try to figure out why it feels like I’ve met Samuel before. I know I’d’ve remembered him if we’d met before. There’s just something about him… I dry my hands and shake off the feeling.

“Alright, I’m ready to see the crowning jewel.” I state, striding up to Samuel.

“Fabulous - " he rubs his hands together. “You’re going to love this space.”

As we walk to a private elevator, Samuel tells me all about the event space on the top floor. “With the right set up and lighting, you can turn the room into literally anything you want. I’ve seen everything from a circus-themed fundraiser to a black tie gala, and they both fit perfectly in the space.” Samuel hits the up button. “We have a list of vendors for you to choose from, but - since I am the general manager here…"  He buffs his knuckles on his chest, “I can look the other way if you have some special connections that you’d rather use.”

I smile. “It’s all about who you know.”

The elevator arrives, and we step in. Samuel swipes his employee card, selecting the top floor. “I’ll gladly be your secret insider, Baby.”

I smirk at his use of the word Baby.

Samuel looks like he’s about to say something else, but the doors slide open and his eyes widen. He holds a finger up to his lips.

There’s a man standing a few yards away with his back to us. His head is down, and his shoulders are hunched forward as if he’s looking at something on his phone.

Quietly, I follow Samuel’s lead, but it only takes me two steps before I recognize that broad frame, that mane of black wavy hair, that perfect ass, currently clad in worn jeans.

I freeze.

Samuel is quickly and silently sneaking up on Sebastian, while I’m stuck in a frozen state of shock.

Why the hell is Sebastian here?

And what the hell is Samuel doing?

For half a second I wonder if maybe Sebastian’s gay, but then I remember his fascination with my tits. Okay, not gay. Maybe, bi? Oh my god, is Samuel one of his lovers?

Samuel throws an arm around Sebastian’s neck and drags him down into a headlock, exclaiming, “Baby brother!”