The camera seems intact and when I turn it on it works too. A breath I didn’t know I was holding falls from my lips. “How did you get this anyway? I can’t imagine they just handed it over to a stranger.”
He smirks. “I told Candy that I saw her from across the street and thought she was cute and wanted to introduce myself. She invited me in and told me to wait in the living room while she went and got her boyfriend. I snooped until they both came out of a room in the back and then Brad told me he wanted to watch me with her. They took me to the bedroom, and I saw your camera on the dresser. I told them I needed to go to the bathroom and swiped it as I walked out. I don’t think they realized I even left.”
I blink a couple of times in shock. “You can’t be serious? They invited you to fuck her and let him watch?”
He chuckles. “Yup. They were itching for some action. It was a risk to play it out that way, but it was either that or impersonate a cop. It worked in our favor.”
I shake my head in incredulity. “Those two are smart…but stupid.”
“You can say that again.” And he grabs my hand, holding it all the way back to his house.
Chapter 13
Lucas
“I’m going to make enchiladas. Does that sound good?” I ask once we get back to the house.
“That sounds great. I’m going to change. I’ll be right out to help.” I watch Jordan walk into her bedroom and shut the door.
Tonight went as smoothly as I could have hoped for. Diamond and Brock, or Candy and Brad, were fucking gullible. It wasn’t hard to throw a little charm at the woman and pray for the best. I won’t tell Jordan, but I’m honestly surprised Candy invited me into the house. It ended up being a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. I had my badge in my back pocket just in case, but it became clear pretty quickly that I wouldn’t need it.
When I got inside the house it was full of stolen goods, all brand new stuff, and not just things from unsuspecting people they find online. What surprised me the most was when they invited me into the bedroom, and I saw the amount of boxed sex toys that were all over the place.
I’m not sure if they use them or not, but I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out.
Almost immediately I spotted Jordan’s camera on the dresser because of the rose sticker on the shutter button and decided that was my cue to go.
This is one less thing Jordan has to worry about now. With her apartment being fixed in a little over a week, everything will go back to normal.
Something I’m trying hard not to think about.
“Boss me around,” Jordan tells me as she walks into the kitchen in a white crop top, sans bra, and short pink sleep shorts.
I swallow hard. She looks edible. And her telling me to boss her around is the icing on the cake.
She’s holding her camera. I don’t think she’s let go of it since we left that house. “I’ve got it tonight. You sit and relax.” I turn and discreetly adjust my growing erection.
I haven’t stopped thinking about our kiss in the car earlier. Her lips were pillow soft and I didn’t want to stop. If Candy hadn’t of said something, I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have followed them back to their place because of how distracted I was. I was so caught up in how her mouth felt against mine, all I wanted to do was take her right then and there. I could have cared less about the camera in that moment.
I’m in the middle of prepping the enchiladas when I hear moans float through the kitchen.
“Holy shit!” Jordan yells. And the moaning stops.
I turn on my heel just as Jordan pushes her camera to the center of the island holding her hands up in shock. A second later she bursts out laughing.
“What was that?” I grab the camera.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You might be scarred for the rest of your life. I’m not even sure what I just saw.” She shakes her head like she’s trying to rid the memory from her brain.
Now I’m curious. Sure enough, when I press the replay button, the bedroom I was in earlier comes into view and there’s Candy, getting railed by someone who isn’t Brad. Brad is hunched over on the side of the bed, vigorously jacking himself off. He looks like he’s in pain. And the moans I heard weren’t coming from Candy, they were coming from Brad. I didn’t even know a man's voice could get that high.
I turn the video off and double over in laughter, Jordan joining me a moment later.
I kind of feel bad for the guy even though he’s a trash person. But if that’s what he’s into, it’s his prerogative.
It takes a minute, but our laughter subsides, and Jordan speaks first. “I’m going to need to sage my camera. Poor girl.”
“Is the poor girl your camera or Candy?” I joke, turning to finish putting the enchiladas together. “I’ll get you a new memory card. That was painful to watch.”
