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“What do you want?” I asked, my voice husky. I stared down at her, taking in the way she only had eyes for my cock. It was like she wanted to suck on it again, though I bet she wanted to feel it fucking a different hole.
Brianna got to her feet, and she spun to give me a look at her backside. The jeans she wore today were tight on the curve of her ass, hugging that supple backside like no one’s business. I knew the space between her inner thighs probably clenched.
I quietly stuffed my cock away. “I said, what do you want?” I repeated my question more vehemently this time, zipping up my pants and fixing my belt instead of taking them off.
Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to fuck her. Of course, I did. But she’d been quite obstinate in front of the others, and I didn’t think brats should be rewarded with what they wanted. A little punishment was in order.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, but when I didn’t come near, when I didn’t press my body against that backside and tear off her clothes, she turned around, saw I was fully put away, and pouted. “What—”
Sweeping toward her, I once again took her head in my hands. I tilted her head back and told her, “I know what you want, but you’re not going to get it right now. Not from me, and you better not go and touch yourself to relieve the pressure, either.”
“But—”
“If you want some relief, you’ll have to beg someone else for it. Just make sure to tell them I’m the one that got you all worked up,” I whispered, releasing her. I was normally not one for games, but this wasn’t a typical circumstance, not by any means.
Besides, a part of me did get off knowing I wasn’t the only one. As if, for some bizarre reason, knowing other cocks found their way between her legs and brought her pleasure gave me pleasure, too. I was certain there was a term for it, but I didn’t know it.
She looked like she wanted to argue with me, but in the end, she stormed out of my study with a huff, giving me one last look at that beautiful ass as she went. I watched her go, and then I watched the door shut on its own. I was alone in the room, and even though Brianna was gone and I’d already emptied myself into her mouth once, my cock was still very much hard.
My feet took me to the bookshelf where I’d had her kneeling before me, and I spun so that my back was against it. I leaned my head on it, my hands working to undo everything all over again. My belt, my pants. Soon enough, my still-erect cock was in my hand, and once again instinct took over.
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as my hand pumped along my length. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d done this; just another thing Brianna had brought out in me. My thoughts ran wild as I imagined her going to Gareth, or perhaps calling Rick and having him turn his car around. He’d gladly come back if it meant he got to fuck her.
My hand jerked along my length as I imagined what Brianna would do, how she’d whimper and beg for his cock as if it were mine. How wet she’d be between the legs, in her core, all because she’d gotten worked up from me, by sucking my cock. I imagined her kissing him while full of my seed in her belly—maybe he’d even get a taste of me off her tongue. Who could say for sure?
My hand’s movements grew quick and jerky, erratic as my fist pumped along my length. I was a thirty-five-year-old man, jerking myself off to the thought of my stepdaughter with my ex-brother-in-law.
I doubted many other people found themselves in the same position, but let’s just say I rode that train until it reached its destination.
Chapter Nine – Brianna
Gareth wasn’t in his bedroom. He wasn’t in mine, either, nor was he creeping around in my studio. He might be in the pool house—that’s where I was going. My whole body burned with need; I couldn’t believe Alistair. I couldn’t…
Well, I guess I could. The things he’d say while inside of me, it was obvious he thought it was kind of hot, me being with the others. Me finding pleasure in their cocks and their bodies. Still, I didn’t think he’d send me off to them after refusing to fuck me.
What a jerk.
I was going to the pool house, but I happened to glance out of the large window opposite the grand staircase. A multi-story window, you could see the driveway from it, and because of that, I saw Rick’s car was still here.
Hmm. Maybe I didn’t need Gareth.
I raced down the stairs, my intent to fly out of the house and find Rick, wherever he was, but my feet skidded to a halt when I reached the bottom of the stairs and found Rick standing there. Wearing his tan and brown uniform, I had to say, he did look hot. Not every man could pull off a look like that.
“Rick,” I whispered his name, standing less than five feet away from him, just off the steps. My hand still clutched the wooden handrail, nails digging into the carved wood as I watched him turn around. Every nerve in my body was still on fire, and it took every bit of control within me to not immediately jump his bones. “What are you still doing here?”
He ran a hand through his brown hair, the hand with the tattoo, then that same hand ran along the side of his jaw, scratching at the stubble there. “I wanted to talk to you, actually. I was outside the study, but… well, it sounded like things were happening, so I came down here.”
I didn’t move from where I was. If I did, I feared my knees would give out. “Why do you want to talk to me?”
Rick inched toward me. “I never really had the chance to ask if you were okay, after everything. We’ve always been with the others. I want to make sure you’re okay, and you’re not just saying you are because you think it’s what everyone wants to hear. What’s going on is… crazy.” He stopped when he stood in front of me, facing the grand staircase.
“You mean shit like this doesn’t happen every month around here?” I tried to joke, but the joke fell flat—or maybe it only fell flat to my ears because of how hard my heart pumped inside my chest.
Rick chuckled. “No, no it doesn’t. The most that ever happens is… well, living with Gareth, you know.”
“I’m okay, really.”Other than being super horny right now,but I was trying to find the right way to approach it. “I just want to find this guy and stop him from doing whatever he’s going to do.”
He nodded along with me. “It’ll be hard to pin anything involving your friend’s family on Gareth or Alistair when Erin’s car was at the scene of the fire, which belonged to Neo Bank’s grandfather. Once I announce it, things’ll happen fast. We’ll go to the Watts residence, see if they answer the door. If they don’t, we have reasonable suspicion to think something’s happened to them, or to Erin, at the very least. We go in. Who knows? Maybe their bodies have been there the whole time—though that’s probably not what you want to hear, I’m sorry.”
