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“Yes,” she answers as she whips off her thong. Her fingers are really going to town on her juicy little bud now, and her hips are pumping into her hand. “I just hope I can keep my eyes open,” she adds.
I lube Weston up quickly and grease up my fingers and my dick for him. He seems more relaxed than usual, so the time it takes to get inside of him is pretty quick. I’m guessing his recent orgasm helped loosen things up a bit. In no time, I’m sliding my weeping shaft into his pretty hole, and I lean down to kiss his lips. Even though he just came minutes before, he’s growing hard all over again, so I stroke him as I push into him slowly, deeper and deeper. He’s making happy sounds in the back of his throat as I penetrate him. Finally, I’m seated all the way inside, and I feel his body tremble.
I pull back, feeling his tight muscles squeeze me, and I pound back in again. He cries out, “Yes! More! Fuck me, Callum. Do it hard. Iloveit.”
His eyes are closed, so I glance over at the laptop where I see Petra’s fingers grinding on her sensitive pussy. I wish I could touch her too, but I can’t deny that this is fun and definitely a hot way to play for a change. Over and over I plunge into Weston’s tight body and stroke his dick with my hand. I see then that Petra has straightened her legs and is squeezing her hand between them as she convulses in spasm after spasm. I chuckle to see thatshe couldn’t manage to keep her eyes open through her orgasm, but I’m glad she seems so satisfied.
And that seems to be the catalyst that takes me over the edge too. I throw back my head and pour out everything I have into Weston with a huge roar of satisfaction. It seems to go on and on, as Weston begins to shake too, splattering his cum all over my hands and his stomach.
It is messy… and glorious.
Thirty-Five
Petra
I’mamazed at how well I slept considering the long nap I took yesterday, but knowing that my men are on the way home today put me in a great frame of mind. And Weston was absolutely right—the last vestiges of cramps disappeared after the mind-blowing orgasm I had. I haven’t been this relaxed in days. I decide to do some housekeeping until they get home, so after a quick breakfast, I head downstairs to start cleaning. I start with the bathroom and realize my mother left it in a mess with towels on the floor and toothpaste in the sink. How anyone could be so messy in less than one day is beyond me. I guess it serves me right for not cleaning up sooner, though. I should have done this right away. We just haven’t been down here much since her so-called visit.
I’m picking the bath towel off the floor when something drops on my foot.That’s odd. I bend over and pick it up. It’s a sturdy-looking single key on a ring with a fob that says, “Wally’s Discount Storage” and has a Chicago address and phone number on it. How curious.
I shrug and stuff the key into my pocket, then finish sprucing up the whole basement. By the time I’m done, you’d never know a slob had been in residence. I vacuum the large room and then put fresh towels out and take the dirty ones upstairs to toss into the laundry. I’m just loading the washer when I hear the guys coming into the kitchen.They’re back!
I zip into the kitchen and jump into Callum’s arms, and Weston comes up behind me and squeezes me with his loving embrace. I kiss the daylights out of both of them.
“It feels like you’ve been gone for so much longer than just one day,” I exclaim. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Ow.” Weston pulls back and asks, “What on earth do you have in your back pocket?”
I slide out of Callum’s arms and pull out the key to show them. “I found this under a heap of towels in the bathroom downstairs. My mom must have dropped it out of her bag when she left in a rush. I’ve never seen this before, but it’s definitely from Chicago.”
Callum asks, “Have you called the number or looked them up online?”
“Not yet. I was busy cleaning up. She left a pretty gross mess, and I should have gotten to it sooner. I just never thought about going in there before today to straighten up.”
“No problem,” Weston says. “Let’s see if we can find out anything about them.” He whips his laptop out of his backpack and does a search for the business. It comes up immediately. “It appears to be a place where you can rent storage lockers.” He looks at me. “Maybe she didn’t get rid of as much as she claimed, or she needed a place to stick some of her stuff. You should check it out, Petra. But is there a unit number on the fob or anything?”
I flip the fob over and sure enough, there is a smeared number on the back that was apparently written in felt pen.“Wow, look at that. It’s number twenty-eight,” I tell him. “I’m going to call them right now.”
I dial the number with the phone on speaker, and it rings long enough that I’m considering hanging up, but I’m wondering if I can leave a message when finally a man’s voice answers curtly, “This is Wally. Whaddya want?”
“Oh, um, hi Wally. I’m calling from out of state actually, and a relative of mine left a key from your place with me. I was wondering if she has a current locker and if you know what’s in it.”
“It’s none of my business what folks store so long as it ain’t explosives.” He chuckles at that. “What’s the name on the account, though? I can tell you the status.”
“Oh, yes, the name is Maggie Feeney.”
“That dippy little redhead? I can tell you that locker’s about to go up for auction any day now. She ain’t paid her bill in six months. I’ve called her over and over, and she has one excuse after the other. I give up. This place ain’t no charity.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. How much does she owe you?”
“It’s a medium unit, and I gave her a real good deal at eighty bucks a month. Most places’ll charge plenty more’n that. I have the auction company coming on Tuesday to inventory it, so if you want it, you gotta pay me before that.”
“I see. If I drive up there tomorrow, will that be okay with you? I can have a look around and see if I want anything.”
“Oh, no you don’t, sister. If you want the crap that’s in it, you gotta pay upfront. I have an extra lock on the unit right now, so you won’t be able to get in without my permission.”
“I see.” I look at Callum and Weston with wide, questioning eyes, and they’re nodding at me. So I tell Wally, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Fine by me. I’m open ten to eight, but I take off an hour for lunch around one. Closed Thursdays and Fridays cuz I’m here on the weekends.”
