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He grabbed another beer from the fridge and this time he came to my side, pressed his body against mine, his hands on my waist. Katie watched, and her pupils were big, the wine making her openly curious.

She was picturing us fucking, I could tell. I could practically see us behind her eyeballs. No doubt I’d be on top, Rick squirming under me while I pounded his hot little asshole.

She’d have that much right.

On cue she crossed her legs, and I watched the press of her thighs as she clenched.

She’d be wet. Wet and tight. Nervous and needy.

We should take her. Fuck her until she squealed like a wanton little bitch and earned her thousand.

Rick’s breath was in my ear. “Bedtime soon?”

I nodded. “Definitely soon.” I stared at Katie, loving the way she blushed with wine and self-consciousness. “Will you be wanting the spare room?”

She twiddled her hair in her fingers, and it wasn’t meant to be provocative, I’m certain of it, just absent-minded, but I felt it right the way through my cock. “I think so,” she said. “If that’s alright? I mean, I’ll stay with you, just, the first night is…”

“It’s cool,” Rick said. “We get it. Spare room is fine.”

I didn’t say a word, and there was no point.

We’d put her in the spare room, and she’d wriggle her way under the covers and pretend that’s where she wanted to be, and maybe it would be.

But not for long.

She was too curious, and too excited, and her body wanted Rick too fucking much to stay put.

I’d put money on it. Much more than a measly fucking grand.

Time to check out my predictions. I squeezed Rick’s neck, my fingers massaging his throat. “Let’s call it a night.”

Katie drank her wine back, placed the glass on the side. “I’ll get my bag,” she said.

I watched Rick walk her out, saw the huddle of them by her car. A big fucking thing for such a dainty looking girl.

“I’ll show Katie up,” he said as they stepped back inside, but I shrugged.

“No need, I’m coming up, too. We’ll all go up.”

I led the way, purposefully opening the guest room right next to ours. I pointed out the en suite, the tumbler and mineral water on the dressing table, and then I left her there, backing Rick out of the door with me.

Her eyes followed us until I closed the door.

And Rick was pissed at me. His breath was in my ear, all hissy and angry.

“You could have at least let me kiss her.”

“Chill the fuck out, loverboy,” I said, pacing through to our own room.

“Jesus, Carl. I could have warmed her up to the idea.”

“She’s fucking wet for it,” I said, my voice low. “She’s like a bitch on heat over the idea of your cock in her tight little snatch. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“Both of us,” he said. “She wants both of us.”

I laughed. “Like fuck she does.” My eyes met his. “But she will.”

He pulled the bedroom door shut, but I shook my head and threw it wide. And then I unbuttoned my shirt while he watched, and his eyes were hooded, the swell of his cock plain as day in his fucking jeans.

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