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“Calliope,” Jackson warned.
“You better stop teasing him before he strokes out,” Bellamy laughed.
Calliope laughed along with her. “Jackson knows I’m just messing with him. Don’t you, honey?”
“I know, baby. I’m not worried. Every time I take your ass you tell me you can’t take anymore.”
“Oh my God! Shut up! I’m on the phone!”
Bellamy almost choked on her wine listening to the two of them go back and forth. “Calliope, should I let you go?”
“No. I’m good. You still watching Race have sex?”
“Yeah. Why not? If he’s going to do it out in the open, he should expect someone to watch.”
Race pulled the blonde off his dick, helped her to her feet and bent her over so that her hands rested on the side of the hot tub so he could fuck her from behind. “Yeah, those boobs are fake.”
“Maybe I should be the one to let you go. That way you can watch Race fuck uninterrupted,” Calliope teased.
“Tell her she could go over there and join them if she wanted. Race wouldn’t mind,” Jackson blurted in the background.
“Oh my God. I’m hanging up now.” Bellamy’s face heated in embarrassment. “I am not going over there and joining in.”
Calliope was laughing. “He’s teasing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Goodbye, Calliope. I’ll talk to you later.” Bellamy chuckled and hung up before Jackson could say anything more outrageous.
As she watched, Race pounded into the other woman. She was a noisy thing. She kept begging for more and harder and make her come, which she finally did when he reached around the front with his hand between her legs. Then she screamed like a banshee. Race finished up moments after the blonde. He pulled her up so that he could help her out of the hot tub. The lights went out and they apparently went back into his house.
Thank God that was over. She didn’t know whether to be pissed off at him for putting on the show or jealous of the woman for being the one he’d given the orgasm to. She shook her head and went back to the living room. What was wrong with her? If Race knew she’d watched him having sex with that woman, he’d never let Bellamy hear the end of it.
Her cell phone dinged with an incoming message. It was from Race.Did watching me fuck another woman get you off?
Oh my God!He’d seen her watching them? She was mortified. How would she ever face the man again?
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Race lockedthe door after Charlotte left. He’d thought a round with her would have worn him out and taken care of his hunger after spying on Bellamy. To think he’d been debating on whether or not he should feel bad for spying on Bellamy and low and behold, she’d been spying on him fucking Charlotte. Who’d have guessed his neighbor was a voyeur?
He’d been getting sucked off by Charlotte while he watched Bellamy’s house, pretending it was Bellamy on her knees giving him head. He’d damn near come prematurely when her kitchen light came on and he’d seen her staring out her window toward his back deck. The fact that he and Charlotte hadn’t been the least bit quiet was probably what drew her to her window.
Feeling the need to rattle her cage, he’d flipped the lights in the hot tub on, fully expecting her to tuck tail and run. To his utter amazement, she’d stuck around to the very end.
He locked up after Charlotte left and picked up his phone, resuming his seat in front of the T.V. He had a message from Jackson.Your neighbor is enjoying the show you’re putting on.
Before he could think better of it, he shot off a text to Bellamy.Did watching me fuck another woman get you off?
About two seconds after he hit SEND he’d wondered what the hell he’d been thinking. He should be continuing to keep his distance, not waving a red flag in her face. The last thing he needed to do was engage in further encounters between the two of them.
Standing next to his bed, he shucked his jeans off and slid in under the covers. He stared at his phone for a full minute wondering whether or not she would respond. When she didn’t he smiled to himself and plugged it up. He bet she was blushing as red as a tomato. He chuckled to himself, shut off his light and tried to go to sleep.
He sighed heavily. All the hard work Charlotte put in to easing Race’s tension was completely undone with the knowledge that Bellamy had been spying on him. Fuck. His dick was rock hard again and he was too damn tired to take care of it.
Somehow, someway, he had to find a way to get over this obsession he had with Bellamy.
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