“So you would be down for me to peg you then?”
“Um, fuck yes. My cock is hard merely thinking about you with a dick strapped to you and bending me over to fuck me.”
Landon appears in the doorway and takes one look at us on the bed, me sprawled out like it’s my own, Abby sitting cross-legged with her phone in hand.
“What are you two plotting?” He asks, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
“Me pegging Levi. Did you know he is a bottom?”
Landon smirks. “No, he didn’t tell me. I thought for sure he was a top.”
“Nope, I like things in my ass, what can I say.”
“We need to get ready,” Abby says as she stands up and walks to her closet, pulling out bags that are stacked neatly on the shelf. “I picked up supplies yesterday. All-black clothing for both of you, glow masks, voice modulators.”
She lays out the gear on her bed and it’s clear she’s thought of everything. Landon comes in to get a closer look, and the three of us stand there assessing the arsenal.
“These are sick,” I say, picking up one of the glow masks. It’s neon white.
She hands out the voice modulators, which are small devices that fit into our ears with tiny microphones.
“Test them out,” she instructs.
Landon goes first. His voice comes out deeper, with a weird electronic distortion that makes him sound like something demonic. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” Abby says. “Levi?”
I test mine, and my voice is higher. “Sick,” I say, laughing at how weird it sounds.
“And mine,” Abby says, putting hers on. When she speaks, her voice is lower than normal, but it’s hot.
Abby runs through some things she wants us to say during the chase, stuff that will sound good on the recording. “When he first sees you, I want one of you to say something like, ‘Did you really think you could escape?’ Make it sound like he’s the prey and we’re the hunters.”
“‘We’ve been waiting for you,’” Landon suggests. “Both of us could say it at the same time.”
“Yes,” Abby agrees. “That’s perfect.”
The day drags; we have hours to kill before eleven, and the anticipation is eating me alive, so I try to distract myself. I hit the gym for a quick session, then shower and eat. But all I can think about is Abby. I couldn’t care less about Tate—him being there is a means to an end for me. I would let him fuck me if she wanted to watch, but I am only going for her.
Abby vanishes to her room to get ready after getting annoyed at my pacing. But I can’t help my restlessness; I need to be doing something and moving all the time, or I get bored. The last thing I want to do is fall asleep.
When I finally head upstairs to look for her, I meet up with Landon on my way, and we both knock on her door.
She calls out to come in. Glancing at her phone, she says, “Okay, let’s suit up.”
Landon strips down first, pulling on the compression shirt and the long pants. I do the same.
Abby changes, too, putting on her all-black gear which hugs her curves in a way that makes my mouth dry and my cock hard. If I had my way, we wouldn’t be leaving this room.
By 10:15, we’re ready, so we drive to the aquarium.
We knock at the back door, and with a sigh and a grin, Marcus lets us in before doing a final check of the security system.
We move through the aquarium, setting up cameras. Abby wants to shoot from multiple angles—on the ground, from above, from the side.
By 10:55, we’re in position, hidden in the deep-sea exhibit while waiting for Tate.
Abby’s phone buzzes with a text.
