Frayed by Pamela Ann Page B

later, Amber made me promise never to speak about it to her, or to anyone, ever again. Thinking back now, I think that brought clarity and answers for her, but then again, Amber has always hidden her real feelings when it came to her family. Funny, Amber was the one who finally caught me with Harry. I thought I had hidden Harry pretty well, but no, never with Amber. She was the female version of Sherlock Holmes.
    We could see people hanging out in one of the cottages that lined the shore. I assumed they were the film crew. They looked like the artsy, passionate types. When they yelled and waved, we greeted them the same way as we passed. As we drew close to the cottage, I sighed with relief. I had one more thing to do before we left for Athens this evening.
    That thing being Carter’s present. One of the biggest predicaments I had was how to get Emma alone—without Lindsey, Bass or Taylor around. I would have to be more than just sneaky. Bass might hate me forever if he ever found out.
    Lindsey and I dusted our feet off before we entered the cottage, barefoot. “I’m going to go get some agua, want some?” I asked Lindsey.
    I frowned at her while she stood there, frozen. “Dude, I just asked you a question.”
    “Shh… shut the hell up. Be quiet!” Lindsey barely glanced at me as she tiptoed towards the marbled hall, in the direction of the bedrooms.
    Of course, curious, I tiptoed and followed her cat-like pose. “What are we doing?” I hissed at her.
    “Do you hear that? I think it’s our girl getting her freak on,” Lindsey whispered back. Her eyes sparkled wickedly.
    We looked at each other for a few seconds, before it clicked. Oh, heck yes! Score!
    We obviously couldn’t miss the down and dirty show—not where the famous Bass was concerned. We started to hurry and listened for where the moans where coming from.
    I was giddy with joy and curiosity when we found Emma’s bedroom door halfway open. Jackpot! Lindsey and I were both hyperventilating when we got close to the door.
    I poked Lindsey’s arm out of excitement, but she flicked it off. We both mouthed “ Oh my god” as we craned our necks to get a closer glimpse of Bass.
    The first thing I saw was Bass Cole’s golden ass. He was settled in between Emma’s parted legs. They were making out… that was until Bass started to get down and got ready to show off his special masterful skills. Bass was whispering something in Emma’s ear as he started to slowly stroke her with concentrated precision. Boy, the dirty words that came out of that hot friggin’ mouth… I wanted to die.  It was SO blatantly hot! I needed to fan myself before I passed out.
    “Ladies.”
    A voice came from behind us. Oh, dang it! Did he have to interrupt us when the show had just started?
    I immediately stood up, as did Lindsey. Taylor was across the hall, arms folded against his chest with an amused expression on his face. He cocked his head at us, directing it towards the patio. He even had the gall to wait until we silently moved away from the holy hotness of the Bass fuckery. Until the day I die, I will remember that image in my head. Emma was one lucky lady.
    Go get it doll , I cheered in my head.
    Once we were outside, Lindsey and I shared a look, a-barely-contained-excitement kind of look. “Shit. Was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or what?” Lindsey wondered out loud, matching my thoughts.
    “Hell to the mother-fucking yeah!!!”
    “Did you see that ass?” We both exclaimed, swooning.
    I was a little annoyed when Taylor cleared his throat, breaking our concentration from thoughts of sex and mental images of the sensual play we’d just seen. We were so caught up with our own thoughts that we forgot about him, standing there on the opposite side of the patio, watching us fawn and daydream about what we had just witnessed. I wasn’t sure what he thought about us daydreaming nasty thoughts about his best friend’s buns of steel and I wasn’t quite