After grabbing a beer, he swiped off the water, and downed half the bottle. He felt like an idiot in the mask, but once he found Carly, he’d remove it.
Over the past six weeks, the constant need to see her wouldn’t go away. Sure, the phone calls had been great, but that hadn’t been enough. Something had changed while he’d been gone, but he wasn’t sure what it was, how to define it, or what to make of it. As soon as the plane touched down, he had to see her.
No Carly on the first floor, so he ventured into the basement. His heart kicked up speed. She’s probably playing pool or darts.
Instead of the usual glare from the harsh overhead spotlights, floor and table lamps bathed the room in a soothing incandescent glow. A masked woman bending over the edge of the pool table wasn’t playing pool. A man, also masked, stood behind her, his pants around his ankles. Her bare ass was in full view and she was getting screwed. Royally.
His brain shorted. What the hell?
Behind him, groaning grabbed his attention. A masked threesome was getting it on in a chair. A dude was kissing one lucky lady while a second chick was on her knees blowing him. A blonde slunk into his field of vision, snapping him out of his sex-induced trance.
“Hey, there, big boy. Wanna play?”
Maverick’s straining cock twitched. Not having sex in over two months had turned him into a raging horndog, but he couldn’t do it. Not here. Not now. And where in the hell was Carly?
“Thanks, darlin’. I’m here to see someone.”
“No problem. Have fun.” She moved on, leaving Maverick firmly rooted in place.
Maybe she’s on a stakeout or working late at the office. Her roommate could have thrown this together without her knowledge.
After tossing back more brew, Maverick strolled around the corner. He spied three masked people tucked against the wall behind the sofa. The brunette—wearing a bustier that exposed her breasts, plaid panties, and thigh-high patent leather boots— was getting it on with two dudes. She stood with her back against the wall, her arms raised overhead and gripped at the wrists by one of the men who sucked her nipple, while the second guy had yanked aside those schoolgirl panties to feast on her.
She writhed and groaned, her gritty, sexy sounds sending heat rocketing through him. The man sucked her other tit while fondling the first one. Her breasts were just shy of oversized. Pliable, yet firm, with engorged pink nipples made red from being bitten and sucked. Those tits are fucking perfect.
She wiggled one of her hands out and pressed the second guy’s face into her crotch. Another blast of energy pummeled Maverick. This chick was on fire, her raw, unfiltered moans turning him rock hard. He wanted to throw the two men off and take her with everything he had. Ravage her until they both collapsed on the carpeted floor, too boneless to move. But not too drained to do it again.
As if she could hear his filthy thoughts, she opened her eyes and locked on his. The charge jolted him to his core. With the intensity of a tigress hunting prey, she stared into his eyes.
And then, her body jerked. Her guttural groan made his balls ache, and she convulsed so hard her head rolled back and her eyes fluttered closed.
Fucking hell. It’s Carly…my Carly. His tomboy, smart-ass friend of twenty-five years stood fifteen feet away getting her rocks off by two masked guys.
A kaleidoscope of emotions flooded him. A dangerous elixir of anger and envy. But those were nothing compared to the surging need to take her against that wall until they both surrendered to the mind-blowing euphoria.
Desire pounded him hard enough to steal his breath and he turned away to compose himself. The image, now tattooed on his brain, rocked him. She’d marked him for life and she hadn’t even laid a hand on him.
No way in hell would he stick around to catch up. What would he say? You really know how to rock an orgasm. Wow, those are some fantastic tits you’ve got there. Two men because…what…one wasn’t enough?
He tore off the mask, threw it on the floor, and hoofed up the stairs. Then, he powered toward the front door.
“Hey, did you find her?” asked Carly’s roommate.
He set the bottle on the table. “I sure as hell did.” Maverick didn’t stick around long enough to hear her reply.
Oh, my God. Carly couldn’t catch her breath, but her inability to suck down air wasn’t from her orgasm. It was from the man who’d been the reason she’d had one.
Ashton.
Her friend Ashton.
Even the mask, the wooly beard, and wild hair couldn’t hide his identity, though she doubted he was trying.
A pang of panic clouded her thoughts. “Wow, that was intense,” she said, pushing off the wall.
“Natasha, you’re not leaving us, are you?” asked one of the men.
She brushed her fingers over his smooth chin. “I am. Please clean up the area. An old friend just got here.”
