I make my way over to the blonde, and she’s smiling at me in a way that says she still wants to spread her legs for just me alone.
“You came back,” she says huskily when I reach her. “And you’re alone.”
“That way I can focus just on you,” I tell her. She likes that answer, and I know she does because her hand comes down to palm my erection.
CHAPTER 4
Dane
If I’d known how torturous this would be, I would have stayed home tonight.
But the thought of Avril and Andrew walking around The Wicked Horse on their own had me worrying.
Okay, let’s be honest. The thought of Avril at The Wicked Horse is what worries me. Andrew can hold his own, and besides… if it was just Andrew, I’d be right down there alongside him right now as he got his dick sucked by a curvaceous blonde.
I’m watching the action from a private club within the private club that I belong to. It’s simply entitled “The Apartment” as a nod to the fact the space was the former living quarters for the owner of the club, Jerico Jameson. He decided to convert it into a private club where, for an additional yearly membership, you can come and hang out in a more secluded, personal atmosphere. There is fucking going on in The Apartment, but not as much as in the other rooms. The membership in here is limited to just fifty slots, and you cannot bring non-members in without prior permission. There’s an application, and you have to provide references. Since I’d been one of the founding patrons of The Wicked Horse, it was a given I’d get entrance.
For the most part, I come in here when I want to get away from the skin slapping and groans of release. Sometimes I’ll come here first to enjoy a drink in the quiet.
Other times, I’ll join a poker game that always seems to be going on. In fact, I’m thinking about joining the next game that starts.
But for right now, I’m staring at large, high-definition screens that are on a wall in what was probably the living room of Jerico’s apartment. There’s a screen for The Orgy Room, The Silo, The Deck, and The Waterfall Room. Each screen is split into four, with various cameras around each room providing different viewing angles.
I rarely pay attention to these screens because if I want to watch the action, I’d just go into one of those rooms and be up close and personal with it. But because I knew Avril and Andrew were coming tonight, I’ve been watching the screens more closely than I’d like to admit.
They came in almost an hour ago, and I held my breath as I awaited their reactions every time they entered a new room. I knew Andrew was turned on because I could see his erection pressing against his pants, but I couldn’t tell with Avril.
Not at first.
But then I noticed how she squirmed and kept nibbling on her thumbnail nervously as she watched what was going on. She and Andrew hardly spoke to each other, but I expect it just had to be fucking awkward.
I mean… we’re as thick as thieves, but in a million years I can’t imagine watching Avril have sex. It would just be wrong.
So very fucking wrong that I know it would feel right, so that is exactly why I told them I wasn’t coming out with them tonight. When it comes to sex, I like doing all the bad, wrong things because that is how I get my true kicks. Sharing that side of myself with Andrew wouldn’t bother me at all, because as dudes, I’ve shared stories of my conquests with Andrew, and when he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he would share his stories with me.
It’s what dudes do. I’m pretty sure women do that with each other as well, but I can’t imagine Avril and I sharing that.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Which is why I’m wondering what kind of evil prick I am that I’m watching her right now on the screen for The Deck. She and Andrew split up not long ago, and I took that to mean they decided they were going to fuck tonight. The thought horrified and titillated me—to think of Avril going out on a limb like that. She’s not a big risk taker, and I know she’s being fueled by all kinds of deep emotion right now.
Even though I want to turn my eyes away, I can’t. She’s been standing near the plexiglass walls that look out over the Vegas night, flirting with Kynan McGrath. He zeroed in on her the minute Andrew left her side, and I can’t say as I’m surprised. The huge blond Brit who now owns The Jameson Group—formerly Jerico’s private security organization—is well known in The Wicked Horse. He’s charming, funny, and a fucking stud, and I’ve never seen a woman turn him down.
By the way Avril’s smiling at him, tucking her hair behind her ear and letting him skim his fingers down her bare arm, I know they’re going to fuck and I don’t like how it makes me feel.
I should turn away. Go play poker.
My head swivels, and I look over my shoulder. It appears a new game is getting ready to start.
But I turn back to look at the screens, my gaze coming to rest on The Orgy Room where Andrew wasted no time in hooking up with someone. The chick sucking his cock is taking her time about it, and Andrew looks on the verge of blowing. But I’ve been with that woman before, and she’s a torturous tease. She’s not going to let him come in her mouth.
My eyes go back to The Deck. For a moment, I can’t locate Avril. But then from another angle, I see her following Kynan as he leads her by the hand from The Deck straight into The Orgy Room.
I pick them up on the same screen I’d been watching Andrew, and I hold my breath to see if they notice one another. I’m betting they didn’t want to share fuck space, which is why they split up.
Kynan leads Avril to the opposite corner of the room from where Andrew is, and my gut tightens as he doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls her right into his arms and kisses her passionately. I watch as her body melts into his while her fists clutch onto his shirt. He drops one hand to her ass and squeezes it, and a bolt of lust shoots straight through me, making my dick start to swell.
Just fucking great.
Turn around, Dane. Go play poker.
My eyes flick to Andrew, and he has the woman’s hair clenched tightly in his hands while his hips flex in and out. His eyes are closed, and the muscles in his neck are straining.
I look back to Avril. Kynan now has his hand between her legs. He has at least two fingers inside of her by the way she’s rocking and tilting her hips.
Fuck.
Back to Andrew. The blonde now has his cock in her hands, and she’s putting a condom on him. There’s a hot kiss with a slip of the tongue, and then Andrew’s spinning her around to bend her over the back of a chaise lounge. He fists himself to line up, and then he drives into her deep.
My cock jumps in response.
Fuck.
Back to Avril, and Jesus… Kynan has her pushed back against a wall with her skirt hiked up over her waist. He drops to his knees, pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, and presses his face into the lace panties covering her pussy.
My cock starts leaking.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Would you like another drink, Mr. Hawthorne?” I hear from beside me, and I turn to see Lucy standing there. She’s a gorgeous brunette with huge tits.
“I’d rather you suck my cock,” I practically rasp out.
Her eyes grow hot and her smile licentious. “Would love to.”
My eyes go back to the screen as she drops to her knees in front of me, efficiently pulling my dick out. I groan when her hot mouth takes me in, watching as Kynan pulls Avril’s panties to the side so he can tongue her clit. Avril’s head falls back and her hips gyrate against his mouth. One of her hands comes to the back of his head, and I can see her pulling him tighter to her. Just watching her take that little bit of control has me needing to come so bad. I let my own hand drop down to the woman before me and I grip her hair, slowing her movements a bit. She easily complies. To give myself a little bit more of a breather, I glance back to Andrew.