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They moved in slow motion, helping Emma to her feet and embracing again before they all rummaged around the floor for their strewn-off clothes.
They were all the way out to the parking lot before Emma seemed to come out of her trance to ask, "Where are we going?"
Jax opened the door to the Ford truck they'd rented, holding it open for Emma to climb in. "Your place, of course."
"But... I live with roommates... in an old house."
"Do you have a bed?"
"Yes."
"What size?"
"Queen."
He grinned. "Sounds perfect."
She turned to get into the truck, needing his help to climb in. He enjoyed the view of her delicious ass struggling to settle in. Only once they were pulling out of the lot did she ask, "Why did you guys rent a truck?"
Chase answered by turning to pull her into his lap, his hands roaming her body. "We asked for anything that had a bench seat so we could ravage you as we travel."
It was all Jax could do to pay attention to the road with the distraction of Emma and Chase getting started on their next session only inches away. Luckily, Emma's house was only a few blocks off-campus.
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"Idon't thinkthis is a very good idea." Emma remained planted in the truck, despite the fact the men had piled out and were waiting for her impatiently.
Jax suspected she'd forgotten that he was the one that would make the call on where they stayed. "Chase, grab our bags. Emma, give me your hand. We're going inside."
The pupils in her beautiful lavender eyes dilated and for a brief moment he thought she might challenge him. Her soft "Yes, sir" went straight to his cock, filling it in preparation for their next tryst.
The house was an old two-story brick brownstone that looked like it'd been housing college students since the beginning of time. It stopped just short of being described as run-down. Tired was the word that came to Jaxson as they climbed the worn steps to cross over the large old-fashioned porch, swing and all. The front door stuck as if it wanted to refuse entry and only Emma's left hip applied in a swift push finally nudged it forward.
The front room was a collage of worn, mismatched furniture. Jaxson's eyes fixated on the out-of-place modern love-seat in the middle of the room facing the entertainment center. The back of the couch was the perfect height to lay Chase and Emma across to apply his leather belt as they squirmed and whimpered. He shook his head to clear the sexual daydream as he followed Emma through a dining room with a heavy wood dining table that would seat eight for dinner; that is if it weren't full of papers, computers and what looked like the beginning of a class project.
Just before they went through the swinging door to the kitchen the sounds of sex hit his ears. He reached out to stop Emma from proceeding just before she pushed open the door. The three of them huddled together silently to listen to the rhythmic clapping of what sounded like wood on wood coming from the other side of the door. It might have sounded like someone building something were it not for the filthy rant accompanying the banging.
"Oh God, Ryan. That's it. Harder. I like it hard."
"I know you do, you little slut."
"Shit, I love it when you call me your little slut. Ride me."
A loud crack followed by a wailing howl came next. "Ouch. What was that for?" The woman on the receiving end of the spank complained.
"No reason. I just love to see my handprint on your ass is all."
Thirty seconds more of hot-and-heavy sex culminated in the couple crying out as they came together. "Shit, Court. Come, baby."
Jaxson knew he was being a dick, but he only waited a few seconds before pushing through the door. The copulating couple didn't see them at first, but when they did, the half-naked woman squeaked as she scrambled to pull on her disheveled clothes while the bearded man looked mildly amused at literally being caught with his pants around his ankles.
Jaxson's sixth sense alarm bells went off when the guy looked Emma up and down as if she were a juicy steak even while another woman's pussy cream dripped from his unprotected cock. Jaxson's facial expression must have told the guy to back-the-fuck-up because his jovial smile waned when he noticed Jaxson staring him down.
Emma tried to smooth things over. "Sorry, Courtney. I didn't know you and Ryan would be home."
Courtney's face was a bright pink, he presumed from embarrassment. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching a class?" She accused, before continuing. "Who the hell are you guys?"
That she had to ask surprised him. Not because she should have recognized them, which she really should have. He tried not to feel disappointed that Emma clearly hadn't told her roommates about meeting the men in Paris.
