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Liar.
He ignored the little voice that echoed in his head when he was feeling his weakest. This was a blip on his radar. A moment longer than any other woman had managed, but still only a few weeks.
They were all just enamored with the orgasms, that was all.
The light flicked green and he weaved in and out of traffic on the Strip to his turn off. The huge battered brick building came into view. A stone and brick box that shouldn’t be beautiful, except it was to him.
Inside, he'd created a home in the ruins of an old place. He’d been there since the lofts had been renovated and sold. His first space that he’d owned outright.
Now he’d started to share it, not just with Rand but with Juliet too.
He parked and snatched the phone off the holder, then he got out and slammed the car door. “How many,” he asked again.
“Six,” she said on a reedy breath.
“Well, Sparkplug, you have approximately four minutes to wring one more out of her. Then you can fuck her.”
Jules arched up. “I can’t.”
Randy sat up slightly, changing the angle of his mouth as he lapped at her clit. Jesus. Tristan opened the front door and swiftly stalked down the hall to the gate in front of his elevator. It was late. Thank God there was no one around.
He definitely didn’t need one of his neighbors to show up and ride up in the elevator with him. He slammed down the gate and slapped the lever to the third floor.
The screen in his hand drew his gaze right back again. Juliet had reared up to hold on to the arm of the couch, and her knees gripped the sides of Randy’s head. The guy was probably suffocating, but what a fucking way to go.
She was curled over him, her knuckles white with her hold.
“Let it go, babe,” Tristan crooned.
She arched back and gave in. Her scream was low and held a wildness that Tristan wanted to swallow down. He wanted it filling the rafters of his house. He wanted to soundproof the whole damn thing so he could hear that very scream every night.
She tore herself away from Randy’s mouth and inched down his chest to his belly. She flattened her palms over his chest and shook. Her whole body trembled as she tried to curl into herself.
“Fuck her.”
Juliet’s and Randy’s gaze shot to the phone.
Tristan shot through the gate to his apartment. He dropped his keys twice trying to get inside. He pressed his forehead against the huge steel door. “Just do it.”
Juliet pushed back her wild hair before looking down at Randy.
Randy sat up and flipped her onto her back. There was a feral quality to his friend’s gaze. His green eyes were wide and wild.
Tristan knew the feeling well. Getting his cock into Juliet’s clasping, perfect body was the closest thing to nirvana on this earth.
He jammed his key into the lock this time and pushed open the door, slamming it behind him. He tore open his jeans and released his cock as he strode down the hall to his bedroom. If he didn't relieve the pressure soon, he was going to go mad.
After snatching his iPad Pro off the dresser, he transferred the call to the larger screen. Juliet’s body was slick with sweat, and her pussy was soaked. She was so ready.
Beyond ready.
Tristan threw the iPad down on the bed and peeled back his boxers and jeans to his thighs.
“Put a condom on him.” Tristan’s voice was guttural with need and another emotion he didn’t want to study.
Not now.
Not here as he watched them.
