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“Jesus, Shae. Ibrahim’s right, this ass of yours is fucking tight.”
I peeked over my shoulder as Matt’s eyes slammed closed, pleasure written all over his handsome face. “Goddammit.” Matt fisted my hair and jerked my head back.
Fire ignited in every fiber of my being as I danced on the edge of an orgasm. “Fuck me, Matt.”
Ibrahim’s mouth parted slightly, his gaze still heated with lust. With a hard pinch to my clit, my world exploded, and black dots filled my vision. Matt jerked and a low, husky sound erupted from him as he came.
“Holy shit, Shae. That was some good fucking right there.” Matt pulled out of me, then plopped down on the seat across from us. He grinned like a kid in a candy store, removed the condom, then stuffed his limp dick back into his jeans. I collapsed next to him, my body aching but sated from the delicious orgasm.
“Smells like sex in here. Ibrahim, you probably should air it out and clean it up before Julia needs you to drive her to her book club meeting or wherever.” My focus drifted to Matt. “Don’t be rude, pick your used rubber off the floor so Ibrahim doesn’t have to.” I nodded at the used condoms and smiled.
Matt snatched it off the floor and shoved it into his pocket. He glanced at his watch, then at me. “As always, it’s been fun, Shae. It’s time for me to go.” He winked at me, then swung the door open and climbed out of the limo.
I smoothed my hair, my attention falling on Ibrahim who appeared calm and content. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss against his full mouth. “Just goes to show you that I need real men. Not some egotistical, entitled, rich, teenage asshole who thinks he knows how to fuck.” I pressed my lips to his, then let myself out of the car, smiling triumphantly.
The breeze picked up strands of my hair as I strolled to my car. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that I would get what I wanted from Ibrahim and Matt. Ibrahim could protest all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to play him. Both of them. After all, I’d had three years of practice.
The bright Washington sunshine temporarily blinded me as I walked to my BMW i8. Ibrahim always parked the limo in a semi-discrete location not too far away from the house. It had been our meeting place since we’d started playing around.
Once situated behind the steering wheel, I pushed the start button on the car. Humming softly to myself, I grabbed my Gucci sunglasses and slipped them into place. The car’s engine purred as I shifted into drive and headed to the house.
Five minutes later, I eased around the circular driveway and parked in front of the eleven-thousand square foot mansion. The shrubs were freshly sculpted, the stone fountain cleaned, the grass mowed, and hedges trimmed. The early summer ocean breeze whipped through my hair as I exited the car. I collected my tan Hermes handbag and locked up. When I reached the front door, I punched in my code and let myself in.
The faint smell of cleaning supplies tickled my nose as I glanced around. Other than the sparkling marble floors and winding wooden staircase, there weren’t any indications that someone was here yet.
I suspected that Cole would arrive in the next few hours. I hadn’t seen him very much since Christmas, but that wasn’t unusual. Most of the time, he was only home for the holidays and summer vacations. However, he did have a nasty habit of occasionally popping up on our college campus when I least wanted to see him.
Julia, Cole’s mom, and my daddy had only been married four years. Cole and I had been at the age to immediately hate that someone new was in our space. Eventually I got used to him, but I wasn’t his biggest fan.
My mouth watered as I caught a whiff of dinner. It was Thursday, which meant pot roast. Annabelle, our chef and housekeeper, was absolutely amazing in the kitchen. It was a miracle I wasn’t spilling out of my size two clothes.
I hurried up the stairs toward my bedroom, mentally checking off my to-do list before I met up with my best friends. First, I needed a shower. Second, I needed to text the girls about the party that night.
Grunts and moans caught my attention, my ears perking up. I walked down the hall, my heels clicking on the white marble floor. My heart skipped a beat as I heard my name.What the fuck is going on?No one should be here except Annabelle.
The only other bedroom on this side of the house was Cole’s. Apparently, he’d gotten home earlier than I had anticipated, but what in the hell was I hearing?
As I approached his room, I realized his door was open and peeked in. Cole leaned his shoulder against the wall, his ankles crossed while he rubbed his chin and watched the flat screen television mounted over the gas fireplace, offering me a side view.
He shoved a hand into the pocket of his grey sweats that hung low on his hips. For whatever reason, he was shirtless, and I stared at the collage of tattoos covering his back—a skull with angel wings, a sword, and others I hadn’t had time to study. My focus drifted across his rounded shoulders and bulging biceps. It had been a long-ass time since I’d seen Cole without a shirt, and it was clear he’d been working out since last year.
Clothes were scattered across his king-size bed, and a suitcase lay open on the white marble floor. The desk between the windows held a stack of books, and the recliner was nestled in the corner near the gas fireplace. The chair was piled high with jeans and shorts.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I finally identified the sounds and my mouth dropped in horror as I realized what Cole was watching.
Holy shit.How the fuck did he do it? When were cameras installed in the limo?
“You recorded me?” I screeched. “What the hell is wrong with you, perv?” My attention was glued to the screen as I witnessed Matt and Ibrahim fucking me. Storming in, I turned off the television and glared at Cole. “I asked you a fucking question, and I expect an answer.” I seethed and folded my arms across my chest, tapping my toe impatiently.
He flashed me a mischievous grin. “How was your afternoon,sis?” He pushed off the wall and shoved his fingers through his blonde hair. His glacier-blue eyes sparkled against his tanned skin.
I stomped over to him and shoved my finger against the tattoo of a panther that curled around a pec and disappeared around his back. The head of the cat sat on the front of his shoulder, mouth open, revealing its fangs, ready to strike. “I hope you enjoyed the show, asshole.”
“Oh, I did. Seemed like you did as well. Can’t wait to tell daddy dearest what you do in your spare time.” Amusement flickered over his expression.
A burst of anger shot through me.How fucking dare he try to blackmail me. With a quick flick of my wrist, I slapped Cole across his face. “Don’t threaten me. What do you want and where are the goddamned cameras and recording?” I didn’t give a rat’s ass how he pulled this off, but no way in hell could he show Daddy or Julia. Julia would insist the situation be handled before someone found out and Daddy had a scandal on his hands. He would cut me out of the will, and I would lose my inheritance.
Cole’s nostrils flared as he stepped forward and forced me against the wall. He glowered at me, spilling hate with each breath.
