“Yes!” Fairchild cried, digging her nails deep into the flexing muscles of his bare ass. “Just like that! Keep fucking me just like that!”
Above the bed, more cameras came to life. Some of them seemed to be aimed at her face. Others were pointed down between her legs, where Nash was pounding her wet pussy with his long, hard dick.
People were watching. Lots of them.Strangers.
Fairchild tossed her head back and yowled as a fresh orgasm crested through her body, and for a few blessed moments her brain blanked out in a flash of white-hot pleasure.
Then images started creeping in again. Images of Reece with another woman.
“Harder!” Fairchild shouted. “Fuck me harder!”
Nash’s cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, and for half a second, her gaping pussy was exposed to the electric eyes watching from above the bed. Then Nash flipped her over onto her stomach and plunged into her from behind, filling her once again.
He fucked her even harder than before, so hard it probably would have injured an ordinary woman. It was exactly what Fairchild wanted—animal sex, rough and brutal. She came on his cock again and again, wailing out a song of pleasure over the rhythm of clapping skin.
But itstillwasn’t enough. Even through that haze of sex, her mind kept drifting back to Reece. Where was he? What was taking so long? Was he—
The doorbell chimed.
“I’ll get it,” Dutton’s voice called from the upper balcony of the suite. She heard his footsteps descending the stairs, heard the door open then close again, heard voices talking in hushed tones.
A few seconds later, Dutton stepped into view. Reece was with him, alive and well.
He was back! Reece was back!
But had he—
Fairchild cut the thought off before it had a chance to grow. “Come inside me!” she shouted to Nash, who was still pounding her with all his might. “I want to feel your cum deep inside me!”
Above her, Nash grunted like a beast. He pumped her three more times, then held himself deep inside and started to come.She could feel it flowing out of him and into her, gush after gush of hot, thick semen splashing against the deepest part of her, against the very entrance of her womb.
If it weren’t for her pills, he would be knocking her up right now. Merc seed was notoriously potent. One time was typically all it took.
Nash groaned and shuddered behind her. After the initial spurts died down, her pussy continued to flex and squeeze around his shaft, milking him for more. She was coming too, but more softly than before. When it was finally over, she dropped her face into the satin sheets, and Nash collapsed on top of her, satisfied and spent.
It was the sound of Reece’s voice that finally roused her back to reality.
The team leader was sitting in the sunken lounge area, a phone pressed to his ear. Dutton was standing nearby, listening.
“Six o’clock?” Reece said.
Fairchild could hear a woman’s voice on the other end, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. She sounded sexy.
“Perfect,” Reece said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Fairchild felt that hot, sick feeling returning. Who was he talking to? Some woman he’d met at the resort? Some random woman he’d fucked, and now he was setting up a date for round two?
No. Of course not. That was utterly ridiculous.
Wasn’t it?
Reece turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket. Then he rose from the couch and strolled over to where Fairchild and Nash were lying. Dutton was right behind him.
“Well, well,” Reece said, stopping at the edge of the bed. “What have we here?”
“Sorry,” Nash said, still catching his breath. “We got a little impatient and started without you.”
“Started and finished, from the looks of it. Let’s have a peek.”
