โShut the fuck up, pip-squeak,โ Hector growled at him. โYou donโt get a say in this.โAspen turned to Tessa then. โDrop the gun. Or the kid loses her head.โShe froze. If she let go of the weapon, she had no illusions. These people didnโt play by any rules, so Hallie would still die. So would she, Trees, and Zy. But how could she help this situation if she refused?Tessa turned to Zy with a questioning stare.โDonโt do it, baby.โโYou better fucking do it,โ Aspen shouted. โFive seconds.โThe situation was escalating too quickly. Tessa didnโt know how to stop it and she couldnโt think. A thousand thoughts raced through her head. She swallowed. Shoot Johnson? But what if that startled Aspen and she pulled the trigger? Sheโd already been over the reasons she couldnโt shoot Aspen, and she didnโt see how shooting Cash did any good now except to make everything more tense. They talked to him like he was expendable.โNow, bitch,โ Aspen insisted. โFive, four, threeโฆโโNo!โ Cash stomped toward
โHow much do I owe you?โ Tessa didnโt have the money for this indulgence, but she needed it for her peace of mind. Too bad her rent was almost due and she was about a hundred bucks short, but sheโd figure it out later. Maybe one of the bosses would cut her a final check when they fired her. Then sheโd have to start looking for another job immediately, maybe two. And sheโd have to find less expensive daycareโฆsomewhere.But none of those problems were more important than Zy.โNothing,โ he assured. โItโs all been taken care of.โWhy? And by whom? โI donโt understand.โHe just smiled. โI see youโre cuddling with your little one. Iโm glad sheโs okay. Mind if I help myself to some water?โโOf course not. I would get it for you, butโฆโ She glanced down at Hallie. She slept like a child who hadnโt rested well in days. Probably because she hadnโt.Minutes after the last shot had been fired at the mobile home theyโd infiltrated, the police and ambulances had come. The coroner, too. The next whil
โI know.โโBut maybe we have a ray of hope on the horizon. Laila has agreed to act as bait to try to draw Kimberโs kidnappers out, so weโre working on that. Hopefully soon.โTessa knew exactly how Trees would feel about that, and she felt sorry for the guy. He wasnโt going to be able to protect or keep her from this, no matter how hard he tried.โYeah. By the way, Iโm sorry for mixing you up with Aspen when I went on maternity leave.โHe gave her a reassuring smile. โYou didnโt know.โโBut I knew Cash was a jerk. I should have at least considered the fact that any contact of his wasnโt a good idea.โ And now they were both gone. The brief conversation sheโd had with Craig had been heartbreaking. The man was not only crushed to lose his son but stunned to learn heโd helped drug dealers kidnap his own daughter and spied for Emilo Montilla before his demiseโall for money. Despicable, but she was sorry for Craig that Cashโs greed had led to his death.โYou always want to believe the best a
โWhaโฆ I donโtโฆ Someone almost killed you? This morning?โโWhat the fuck do you think I do for a living? I take down bad guys. Every. Single. Day. And youโve been enabling them for a buck. But not anymore. Iโm stopping it. They also kidnapped my girlfriendโs daughter. They put a gun to her head. Sheโs an infant. And it was all coordinated on your fucking app. Wonโt that look good in the press, especially after you banned people so publicly for merely talking about government overreach because you thought they might get violent? These people are violentโand theyโre criminals. Give me a fucking break.โโSonโฆโThe emotional appeal in that one word pissed him off. โDonโt call me that.โโBut you are.โโIn blood only. If you donโt want me to go to the press with everything I haveโaccounts, screenshots, secret groups that clearly violate your terms of serviceโyou ban every one of those motherfuckers and you live up to your promise of a safe platform. If you donโt, in twenty-four hours everyth
โSame here,โ Zy cut in. โIโm not medically cleared for the next forty-eight hours.โโConcussion protocol?โHe nodded. โIf I have one, itโs mild. I lost consciousness at the scene and woke up with a bitch of a headache. But itโs getting better. They monitored me for hours, even after all the tests. But they still want me to be cautious.โโGotcha. Apology accepted? Youโre coming back soon?โ Logan asked like it very much mattered to him.โYeah.โ They might have fucked up, but they meant well. After dealing with his dad, he knew how critical that distinction was.โThanks. We donโt know when or if weโll return to normal, soโฆum, keep on being in charge.โโAll right. But we should spell Kane. He needs a break.โโYeah. Call us later. Jack and Deke are willing to loan us one of theirs. We havenโt met Trevor except in passing, but heโs got to be a good guy if his nickname for One-Mile is Serial Killer.โThey all forced a laugh at the joke, but the truth was, after everything theyโd been through
His gaze stopped on her gold-colored wrist cuffs, and his face hardened into solid rock. โHere go, dude?โ he repeated softly; then his voice turned cold. โWhat is your name, trainee?โOh crap. โIโm Gabrielleโโdonโt say Sir, donโt say SirโโSir.โ The respectful term slipped out; she just couldnโt hold it in under his ruthless stare. Damn, he and Master Marcus had this intimidating stuff down to a science. Donโt let him psych you out. She tsk-tsked at him. โMy grandmother said you shouldnโt frown like that because your face might stay that way.โโSheโs got a death wish,โ he said under his breath. Risingโand oh, joyโthe guy was as tall as Marcus. He gripped her arm and glanced at his sub. โWait here, Kari. Iโll return in a second.โโYes, Sir,โ his sub said and gave Gabrielle an appalled look.After glancing around, the dom dragged Gabi across the room to a station where a domme caned a potbellied, older man. Gabi winced as the manโs gag-muffled groan followed each whacking noise. The nast
"I love the way that dress looks on you," I told her, the TV visible to us both."I think you love the way it looks right there," she said, glancing back at me before turning her eyes on the crumpled blue fabric on the floor, hastily discarded only a few minutes ago."I do prefer it there," I said, giving a firm smack to her ass just as I pulled my cock almost fully from inside her. I admired the thick, glistening coat on it from her arousal before sliding it back in confidently, relishing her satisfied moan as my tip touched the edge of her cervix."Just fuck me," Kat said. "I've been needing this.""You always need it, you fucking slut," I said, speeding up my thrusts."Especially today," she said. "It's date night."I slammed my cock into her and held it inside her. She turned her head toward me again and bit her lip, the sign that she was feeling especially naughty. My eyes lit up."Where is he taking you?" I asked."That new sushi place everyone's talking about," she said. See-an
The two nights between Wednesday and Friday passed in a blur. Work had been busy, but it was always busy. I had been working on a couple deals in Europe, which made Kat's 3:30 a.m. schedule easier to accommodate, since there were a lot of early morning calls. I thought a lot about what seemed like it should be a great stroke of luck. Here was the cute local traffic girl, with her pristine image, implying there was a deep, very dark side to her. And she lived a short walk away. The boyfriend aspect didn't bother me. Maybe I was blinded by desire, thinking with my little head. It never worked out that a vague social media infatuation turned into something tangible. The situation with Kat felt different, though.I contemplated this as I crossed Allen Parkway to Buffalo Bayou Park, wearing jogging clothes. I walked over the pedestrian bridge above Memorial Drive and through the broken gate I had used two nights earlier. This was an unusual tryst--if that's what it would become--to say the
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a