I draw a deep breath and let it out slowly.Here we go.I’m about to step into the realm of shit-I-can-never-unsee.
“But first, let’s get me ready.”
She takes off her goddamn panties. Fucking slides that poor excuse for clothing off her legs and flicks them aside. Lord, have mercy on my sinful soul, because I already know I’ll watch this again at half speed.
Cherry-tipped fingers spread her wide, and I shift a little where I sit.Fuck.The familiar tingle tells me this turns me on, but I’m yet to show it.
She circles her pert little nub; the bud grows fatter by the minute, her groans louder as she starts to drip the evidence of her arousal. I lean forward, imagine how that would taste, catching the honeydew before it hits her ass.
Fuck.Kyra lifts the purple dildo that resembles more of a cone than any dick I’ve ever seen and swipes the end through her mess.
“Yes, darlin’.”
The sound of my voice startles the fuck out of me; I was so invested in the goddamn video I did it without conscience. Hopefully, none of the brothers chose that fucking moment to walk past my room, although the old floorboards would give it away.
She slips the tip inside.
I get stuck to the inside of my boxers.
It’s everything I dreamed of. All I ever wanted with her, except for it happening in the flesh and at my hand.Goddamn.I palm my junk, digging the heel of my hand into my cock.
“I’ve wanted to show you this all day,”she moans, tugging that goddamn defiance of the laws of physics from her cunt. Her cream coats it in wide bands.
I swear I can almost taste it when she holds it close to the camera.
“Do you feel better? How about I show you some more?”
I’m kneeling before the desk, hand sliding inside my jeans, when a solid three thumps to my door have me smack my heelon the bedpost in my haste to get up and close the laptop. “What?!”
“Get your ass out here,”Fang calls through the door. “Pres needs you.”
If I needed a sign that this shit is wrong, I guess there the fuck it was. “Be there in five.”
His footsteps recede—fuck knows how I didn’t hear them approach. Guess my girl had me too caught up.
I lift the lid, have a little internal cry at missing out on the rest, and close the browser.
Chaos crosses the foyer when I jog down the stairs a few minutes later, my composure somewhat restored.
His jaw grinds when he spots me, pausing for me to catch up. “Guess who’s decided to come to town?”
Fucking mongrels.“Where were they last seen?”
“Ness messaged when they passed the cafe.” He crosses to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a stiff drink as he adds, “Noah confirmed it when he spotted them ride past his shop.”
“Plan?” I look to my president. My best friend. The guy I’ve trusted to make the hard calls most of my life. “We gonna play it dumb when they get here, or what?”
“We don’t know if they’re even coming here. Last Darko saw on the street cams, they headed straight through.” He paces to the door, glancing toward the road. “Ness is at work. Selena’s at school. All I can do is keep them there and hope this doesn’t touch them.” He runs a hand through his hair, distressed at having his woman and sister out of reach. “We need to ride into town to show a presence. The Breed would be stupid to start a fight when they don’t know for sure what they deal with. Hell,Idon’t even know who we’ve got available and who’s out.”
I grab one of our prospects, Hustle, by the collar as he passes by. “Head outdoors and round up anyone who’s on site. Tell them they need to get indoors for a head count.”
He nods, dark eyes narrowing. “Do I say why?”
“No. But once you’re finished, I need you to wheel as many of the bikes in the garage out into the yard as you can to form a lineup. I need the place to look busy.”
He dashes out the door to start a sweep of the outbuildings.
“Little bit of deception, huh?” Chaos smirks.
