High-Risk Fever (4 page)

Brian cleared his throat. “All right, guys, let’s find you something to wear.”

The light beams zigzagged nearer.

Minutes later, Brian stood in front of the closet in their bedroom, flashlight in hand, picking clothes while the bicyclists waited outside the door.

Thank God he left her alone. Reeling from a mix of sensual shock and shame, she hid under the covers, trying not to attract attention.

An ugly, dirty feeling gnawed at her, forcing her to contemplate what she’d done. Never before had she been so attracted to another man that she came close to cheating on her husband. Her strict parents had raised her to be a decent, honorable member of the small village community and, despite having had a couple of boyfriends in her teenage years, she had respected the tradition of waiting to be married before sleeping with a man. On her wedding day, she’d sworn loyalty to Brian—to the end of her days—but what did that promise mean to her today? What kind of person was she really, deep inside? She buried her face in the pillow.

Brian opened the door to the hall. “Here you are. Sweatpants, pullovers…and for the night, blankets.”

“Thanks.” Todd’s voice.

“Made of the finest wool in the Alps. With the power off, it will be a cold night. We’ll light the fireplace in the morning, but in the meantime….”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Good night, then.”

“Good night. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

The door closed. Brian gave a loud sigh, turned off the flashlight, and put it atop a small table on his side of the bed. In the dark, he undressed quietly and snuck under the sheets, his weight making the mattress sink. He wasn’t lying near enough to touch her body—just stretched his long legs and yawned.

Eyes closed, faking regular breathing, she pretended to be sound asleep.

Yet, in spite of her exhaustion, she lay awake for a long moment, listening to the hammering rain on the roof and playful wind gusts toying with the shutters. When would the storm end?

Brian’s low, monotonous snoring rose next to her.

She remembered her grandmother talking about her own wedding night, how she almost regretted marrying her husband because he snored so loud he kept her awake at night. They’d ended up sleeping in separate rooms. Thankfully, Brian’s heavy breathing never bothered Anne, and she enjoyed the company of his warm body in bed.

She tried to relax and prepare for sleep, but, instead, one by one, memories from the eventful day with the bicyclists popped into her mind, haunting her. Annoyed, she pushed them aside and focused on bringing forth childhood images. As an only child, she’d gotten plenty of attention from all family members, grandparents and aunties included, and had grown up a happy little girl. She’d done well at school, too, and always had enough friends to not feel lonely.

Some people excused their indecent behavior as adults with deprivations from the past, as if an unhappy childhood entitled them to push moral boundaries later in life in order to feel fulfilled. But that wasn’t the case with Anne.

Besides, she loved her husband and ached at the thought of having violated his confidence, if only in her mind. Would she be able to live with herself if her adulterous thoughts escalated to actual cheating?

Of course not. It was her duty to protect him at all cost. He’d do the same for her.

In order to restore peace of mind, she made a solemn promise: no matter how long Micaela stayed here or the temptations he offered her, she would be strong and, with her head kept high, stay loyal to her marital bond.

She was exhausted. And, damn, how thirst scratched at her throat. She should have had a glass of water before going to bed.

She slid out of the sheets with one ear focused on Brian’s regular snoring. Holding her breath, careful to not make the mattress move, she crept out of bed, centimeter by centimeter, until both feet stood on the soft, woolen carpet.

She paused. What if she woke the bicyclists in the living room?

No, she knew the house inside out and wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t the first time she’d tiptoed through the place at night.

Blinded by the dark, she felt around for clothes. Cool air from the badly sealed window brushed her naked skin. Outside, the heavy rain clattered on.

She found a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and put them on. Opening the bedroom door, she slipped into the blackened hall, her naked feet treading on cold floorboards. Like Brian a half-hour earlier, she put her hands on the paneled wall to let it guide her.

The four other rooms were quiet. At the end of the hall, dim light from the first floor illuminated in the stairs…and the acrid scent of burning candle drifted to her nostrils, together with the sour-sweet sharpness of alcohol. How odd. Had the bicyclists been drinking?

She reached the staircase. Low chuckles from below made her heart skip a beat. She froze and held her breath. Apparently, they weren’t asleep yet.

Should she continue? That wouldn’t be very smart, would it? Then again, she didn’t want to drink the lukewarm, copper-tasting water from the sink in the bathroom.

An unmistakable moan came next, barely audible above the heavy rain.

Oh.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she crept down the first wooden step, placing her fingertips on the narrow walls at her sides for balance. At the bottom, human shadows moved with the grace of dancers on the nearest wall.

Confident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, she silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side.

Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and…uh…kissing.

The truth hit her like a slap in the face. So that explained Todd’s hostile behavior in the kitchen, when she was talking to his
lover
, apparently. He thought Micaela was hitting on
her
!

Well, he had been.

An array of contradictory feelings assaulted her. She closed her eyes and sat on the stair. This was voyeurism, secretly witnessing two people’s intimacy. Jealousy and deceit, too, as a little earlier,
she
was the one Micaela attempted to seduce. That, and shock, because she had never before seen two men—

Low moans made her open her eyes again.

The guys were sharing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and fondling each other’s chests and stomachs beneath the pullovers.

Whispering something into Micaela’s ear, Todd snuck a hand down to his own pants, leaned back, and pulled out his fully erect cock.

Oh God.

Anne stared in disbelief. This was getting seriously pornographic!

Smiling, Micaela moved a hand to Todd’s huge erection, grabbed it at the base, and leaned forward until close enough to touch its head with his half-open lips. His long, black locks slid down his shoulders, glowing in the soft light.

With a guttural sound of excitement, Todd closed his eyes, moved his hand to the other man’s shoulder, and stroked him.

Micaela opened his mouth and licked the tip of the thick shaft, letting his tongue glide around in playful circles before taking the length deep into his throat.

In response, Todd threw his blond head back against the couch, arched eager hips to meet Micaela’s sucking, and groaned. “Oh fuck, man.” He laughed.

Paralyzed, Anne blinked before shaking from her daze. She couldn’t watch this strictly private moment between two other people. Besides, at any moment, Todd could open his eyes and notice her sitting on the stairs. Then, what?

Encouraging his lover with his hand, Todd laughed again, and gasped.

All right, let’s get out of here
.

Careful not to make any abrupt movements, she stood and retreated up the wooden steps, holding her breath—but the next stair gave a small, treacherous creak under her weight.

Oh, no.

The sound sent icy fear through her from top to toe, and the hair on her neck stood. She imagined the clank echoing between walls in the darkened living room. Frozen, she held her breath and tried to detect any sound above the heavy rain hitting the asphalt outside. A voice, a gasp of shock, something.

But, no, complete silence lingered behind her.

Maybe they hadn’t heard the noise, and she could walk up the stairs pretending nothing had happened. Or….

Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck
.

She loathed it, loathed herself.

Meanwhile, Micaela’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lover’s lap, oblivious to her gaze.

Nausea tightened her stomach as she stared, holding Todd’s look. Sweat formed under her armpits, and cold droplets glided down her torso, meeting the waistband of her pants.

She couldn’t define what his steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

The Italian gave a throaty chuckle, but didn’t stop. As if encouraged, he moved his hand from the base of Todd’s erection to beneath the waistband and inside his pants. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was cupping Todd’s balls and fondling them, all the while expertly working his lips and mouth on the hard cock.

Pulling harder at Micaela’s hair, Todd grimaced and began to groan in rhythm.

His imminent release transfixed her. Heat filled her lower stomach.
Jesus
. She swayed on the stairs and leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Micaela brought his other hand to Todd’s engorged cock. With a playful grin, he withdrew his mouth and kept it open above the tip while giving it short, vigorous strokes.

A few more seconds of pumping, and then came his reward. Todd pressed his hips upward with a growl, and long rushes of thick white liquid ejaculated from his cock into Micaela’s open mouth. As he swallowed, more semen ran down alongside the cock’s head and over his fingers, glistening in the candlelight.

Growling a last time, Todd let go of his lover’s hair and covered his grimacing face with trembling hands. “Oh my fucking God.” He breathed hard.

Indeed
. Anne took a deep breath as well and shook her head. Having never witnessed anything like this, she didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, growing up, she’d seen porn magazines that boys secretly brought to school and drooled over behind the building. But these were always photos of naked men and women in all kinds of sex positions, never two men.

Micaela stuck his tongue out and licked the semen spilling down the tip of Todd’s cock and over his hand. Grinning, he glanced up, tossed back his long, black hair, and pulled Todd’s palms away from his face.

Todd opened his eyes and greeted his lover with a feverish look. He leaned forward to kiss him, and they shared new lustful moans.

When they separated, Todd gave his partner a smoldering smile. “Hmm, yummy. Thanks.” He didn’t look at Anne once, seemed to have forgotten she was watching them.

“Your turn.” Micaela spoke in a low, teasing voice.

“Uh-huh.” Todd brought a hand down to his partner’s pants and pulled out a rock-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from the tip.

Oh mon Dieu
.

The situation was getting crazier by the minute. If she stayed any longer, her pussy would begin to leak. She pictured herself leaving a wet stain on the stairs. Ha ha, wouldn’t that be something to explain in the morning!

Enough. She shook herself from the scene and stood. Her inner thighs on fire, she turned and walked up the stairs with the clumsiness of a zombie. But thanks to the divinities, who surely were her accomplices tonight, the wood gave no more creaks.

She reached the landing and went back to the bedroom, feeling her way through the blackened hall. Except for the continuous rain on the rooftop, the entire house had quieted. Again, she laughed, unable to believe the scene she had witnessed while everyone else was asleep.

Unmistakably wet, the crotch of her sweatpants stuck to her pussy. She could only hope Brian wouldn’t wake when she joined him in bed and get the excellent idea of fucking her in the middle of the night.

Head buzzing, she reached the bedroom and found the bed. He lay on his side of the mattress, snoring peacefully.

She took off her sweatpants and left them in a bundle on the floor. Her cunt sizzled with need, impossible to resist. She moved a hand to her inner thighs and slid a couple of fingers inside her hot wetness. God, so warm, so ready. The two boys had worked her up good.

As she stood alone at the bedside in the dark, her fingers glided in and out, mimicking the slow strokes of an erect cock. Heat rushed through her like a strong wave of warm water washing over her on a sandy beach in the sun. She trembled, and her thighs clenched tight around her hand.

Stifling a gasp, she closed her eyes and knelt on the soft carpet. She had to finish this. Her arousal had built since Micaela so shamelessly kept his gloved hand on top of hers after she helped put his bike upright, his black, self-confident eyes sending her an open invitation. How bold, with her husband standing at her side!