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Gabe curved his arm around her upper chest, holding her against him as he slipped inside her hole and fucked her. “Get used to me, baby. Relax. Ah yeah. There we go.”
Her eyes watered at first and Justin seemingly waited to join until she was ready to handle more. Curt was crazy with lust for more than one reason. The act itself was sexy as all hell but the truth behind the act drove him to the edge of envy, too.
Curt knew for a fact she hadn’t allowed any visitors through the back door and yet there she was, bucking against Gabe, fucking like a lady who knew how to handle an experienced man.
She reached out to Curt then and brought him through the seam of her lips, slowly gliding down his cock. Justin topped and entered her with one hard thrust.
The uneven and broken rhythm made the actions uncomfortable at first, but soon they found their unified beat, a way to please themselves and their woman. The headboard knocked against the wall in a precisely set time. The mattress springs squeaked. Bodies slapped against bodies, and ragged breaths added an erotic tempo, too.
Curt fed his beautiful lover his cock, watching her mouth swell with his size as she rode him with those talented lips, moaning as Gabe and Justin fucked her. Her body soon became an instrument of pure unadulterated pleasure and he couldn’t imagine three men enjoying themselves more.
* * * *
“What are you doing?” Allister asked, entering the office with Harley.
“Contemplating,” Draegan said, cocking his head and focusing on the security tapes. He’d been horny as hell watching Gabe, Justin, and Curt with Heather. In fact, he’d already been thinking about taking a ride into town. He had a bumping buddy there and she always seemed glad to see him.
Something—or rather someone—stopped him. He’d been waiting for the ideal time to pursue Serena and until he did, he wasn’t sure if another woman could satisfy him anyway.
Allister walked around the desk and studied the monitors. “What are you contemplating exactly?” He flipped off the screen. “This is an invasion of privacy.”
“Ah, horseshit.” Draegan said, swiveling around in his chair. “Did you miss the part where Trouble’s founding fathers accept and acknowledge that this is a very real possibility? We live in a different world here, a world where exhibitionism and voyeurism are welcome. We have over four hundred cameras here now.”
“When all parties know about it, I think it’s fine. When they don’t? I’m with Allister. It’s an invasion of privacy.” Harley put his hands on his hips. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“He hasn’t been laid in a month of Sundays and Mondays.” Markie sashayed in the office and came to an abrupt stop. “Now that I think about it…add Tuesdays through Saturdays, too.”
“Don’t you have a set bedtime, Markie?” Allister asked, leveling a glare on Draegan. “There’s no excuse.”
“She knew I was watching,” Draegan said, picking up the remote. “She saw the cameras when she stripped down to her thong.” He hit the rewind button and turned on the monitors and hit stop. “See?”
Markie and Harley didn’t look. Allister leaned closer. Sure enough, the clip showed her opening the drapes, looking up at the camera and smiling. Then, right there in front of that camera, she stripped.
“Yeah, but look,” Allister took the remote from Draegan’s hand. “They shut the curtains.”
“Hmm….hmm.” He forwarded the footage. “And here’s where Gabe opens them up again. They all knew.”
Harley laughed out loud. “That’s because they knew who was behind the camera and she’s messing with you.”
“Right,” Draegan muttered, pushing away from the desk. “She didn’t know.”
About that time, Allister pulled out his phone and grinned. He shook his head and sniffed. “It’s Gabe. He says—and I quote—‘Tell your brother that Heather loves taunting voyeurs. Hope he enjoyed the show. Tell him to delete the recording and go to bed. Show’s over here’.”
Draegan reached for the phone. “Let me see that.”
Allister held it away from him. “Not until
you tell us what’s up with you and Serena.”
“What do you mean?” Draegan sat again, glanced at the computer monitor, and noted the now-dimmed lights in Heather’s room.
“Serena thinks he’s involved with yours truly,” Markie informed them.
“And why would she have such a notion?” Allister asked, smirking.
“Beats me, sugar,” Markie said, working his way around the desk and flopping down on Draegan’s lap. He curved his arm around Draegan’s neck and relaxed there.
At least twice his size, Draegan never moved a muscle. He was perfectly relaxed with Markie sprawled out on his lap and why wouldn’t he be? He and Markie had always been close friends but never anything more. He was quite accustomed to Markie’s taunting.
