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He was usually too busy banging the hell out of her to get a taste, and that would be rectified when they got home, but for now he would use Randy as a conduit.
“Where’s your selfie stick, Jules?”
Her eyes flashed, offense rolling off of her. “I don’t have one of those.”
“Sure you do.” Tristan grinned. “Or do you actually have a tripod?” When she flushed, his grin widened. “You make too many vids for me to believe you don’t have something, Ms. Reece.”
She tossed her phone at Randy. The world tilted a little, then righted with his best friend frowning down at him.
“What?”
Rand shrugged. “Not sure I like the orders.”
“Or is it that you don’t like that she’s following them?” Tristan countered.
Before Rand could answer, she was back. She plucked the phone out of his hand, then clipped it to something. Tristan had a very nice view of her thighs—her bare thighs. She was wearing an old pair of boxers that flirted with the tops of her legs.
If he looked close could he see her shorn pussy? The little landing strip of mink-colored hair?
His head thudded against the cement wall of the tunnel. He was damn lucky no one had used the cut-through. He really needed to get to his car where there was a modicum of privacy, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from her.
And neither could Randy.
They were probably mirrors of slack-jawed lust.
Juliet wiggled her hips and her boxers slid over her smooth skin to fall out of frame. The high curve of her perfect ass made his mouth water. The camera was set so he could see Randy’s every facial tic.
The both of them less than five hours away, even if it felt like forever.
But he had this little window into their world and it would have to do for now.
A flash of navy obscured his view. He could only see a sliver of her, but before he could snarl, she was sitting in front of the camera completely naked. She pulled her T-shirt off the tripod. She sat back against Randy. “Is this what you wanted?”
Tris swallowed. “Almost.” His hand tightened around his phone. “Open your legs.”
She rested her head against Randy’s chest, then reached up to grip the couch cushion next to his head. She stared right into the lens and opened her legs. “Like this?”
Christ, she was already wet. The screen was small, but the slickness coating her inner thighs was on display.
“Touch her,” Tristan said hoarsely.
Randy’s hands coasted up her hips and belly to cup her breasts. His touch was gentle. Easy in a way that came from effortless touches.
Had he done this all week?
Tris knew he’d want to get his hands on her every chance he had. He didn’t blame the guy. He wanted to be him. It should be his hands coasting down her front as Sparks worked her from the back.
It was as simple and complicated as that.
The fact that he had a hard time picturing her alone was pushed aside. Self-examination was for wusses. Here and now, he had a sweet little pussy that he wanted to control. Not his own brain. Asking questions was trouble.
He started walking, even if his cock was so strangled he was afraid it was in peril. He wanted the cover of night, and no one else around. He wanted to get home.
“Tug her nipples. I want them red. I want to hear her crying out because she can’t stand another touch.”
Juliet’s chest rose quicker as her breath shuddered out.
Randy obeyed. He rolled the tight little tips, then tugged and released, over and over again.
