Family Sins(75)

Race you? Last one to the lake house is the last one to get a blow job? What the f*ck? As she watched them drive out to the road and turn in the same direction, rage blanked out conscious thought.

Within minutes she was dressed, purse and car keys in hand. She ran through the halls to the office, snagged an extra key to the lake house, then stormed out without telling anyone where she was going. It had been ages since she’d been to the lake house, but she could find it with her eyes closed. If she was lucky, she would catch them in the act and rain hellfire down upon both their heads. She would teach Andrew to two-time her with her own damn family, not to mention she was going to teach Blake’s little boy how big a mistake he’d just made.

*

Charles was naked on the bed and waiting for Andrew when he heard the door open. Listening to Andrew’s footsteps moving through the house toward the bedroom was a turn-on he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t just lie there waiting when he knew how good this was going to be, so he got up and met him at the bedroom door.

Charles was laughing as he reached for Andrew, but Andrew sidestepped the embrace and shoved him backward to the bed. Tonight Andrew was the man in charge, and Charles was loving it.

*

Nita’s heart was pounding from shock and anger as she drove out of Eden, but the closer she got to the lake house, the more focused her anger became. She wasn’t a Wayne for nothing, and payback was a bitch.

She turned off her headlights as she drove closer to the house, finally coming to a stop on the far side of Andrew’s car.

The house was dark except for a light in the back, where the bedrooms were located. She turned off the dome light inside the car, so that when she got out it wouldn’t come on, and then slipped across the yard toward the front door.

The sky was beautiful. There was a faint breeze coming off the lake. A chorus of frogs along the shore had been tuning up when she got out of the car, but they were silent by the time she reached the front door. It was the only warning Andrew and Charles were going to get, and they were undoubtedly too involved in the business of sex to pay attention.

Nita put the key into the lock. It turned soundlessly as she slipped in and eased the door shut, then paused in the darkened front hall to listen.

Charles’s sudden and loud guttural groan startled her. Then it dawned on her that he was just being f*cked, not murdered, and this was most likely how Fee must have felt listening to her and Andrew do the deed. Whatever.

She was actually ambivalent over the fact that Andrew was screwing around, because he was basically just a dick for hire. What pissed her off was that he was doing business with a member of her family, and that her nephew had no qualms about taking advantage of that. She imagined Charles laughing behind her back that they were both using the same paid whore.

Betrayal was a bitch, and she was about to break up the party.

She headed deeper into the house, maneuvering through the darkened rooms like a homing pigeon. By the time she got to the bedroom with the light beneath the door, she was pitched to throw one hell of a fit.

She turned the doorknob and shoved the door inward. It slammed against the wall with such force that it knocked a picture to the floor.

“You sorry-ass piece of shit!” she screamed, and picked up a vase from a nearby table and threw it at both of them.

Charles flew out of that bed as if he’d been shot, holding his hands over his crotch, like that would hide what he’d been doing.

“Aunt Nita! What the hell are you—”

She threw a paperweight that missed Charles and went straight through the window beside the bed. The sound of shattering glass punctuated the sudden silence, and it occurred to Nita that Andrew had yet to say a word.

“Well, hell, Andrew Bingham! What do you have to say for yourself?” she screamed.

“Nothing, actually. This is just business,” he drawled, and began looking for his clothes.

“Have you no sense of decorum? What were you thinking, screwing multiple members of the same family? You’re not half the stud you purport to be. Your hair is thinning, for God’s sake.” She didn’t give him time to respond as she lit into Charles, who was desperately trying to get dressed. “And you, you little bastard! You knew he was mine!”

“You don’t have the market cornered on an itch that needs to be scratched!” Charles shouted.

Nita stepped forward, grabbed him by the arm, and raked her fingernails down the side of his face and neck.

He cried out in pain, and then slapped her so hard she staggered backward, fell over a chair, and hit the floor butt first. The moment she went down, Charles grabbed his shoes and ran for the front door.

Nita got up cursing.

“You little bastard. I’ll teach you to lay a hand on me!” she shouted, and chased after him.

Andrew was still smarting from her remark about his hair and disgusted with himself for letting it matter. He’d hoped to get a few more months out of this gig, but considering the legal mess the family was in now, it was probably a lucky break for him that it was over.

He heard the front door slam as Charles left the house, and then heard it slam again as Nita followed. He glanced out the window just in time to see both of them driving away. Now it was his turn to make an exit. He dressed, patted his pockets to make sure he had everything, then proceeded to go from room to room, recovering the video equipment he’d hidden here months ago. It had motion detector switches that turned it on, and a timer that turned it off after two full minutes of no activity. He’d changed the discs every week and had recorded plenty of his encounters with Charles. Never could tell when they might come in handy.