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you fucking her like that. It makes
me so wet.”
    “You’re next, sweetheart.” He slowed his thrusts and tweaked
Tracy’s nipples with his fingers. “Rub her clit. I want to hear her come.”
    “I thought I was in charge.”
    “It’s my turn now.” Tyler chuckled and repositioned himself
over Eva. He fucked her with deep, hard thrusts that made her scream.
    Tracy moaned. “Harder. God I love how her tongue feels in me
when she’s screaming.”
    Son of a bitch. Women weren’t supposed to talk like that but
it sure as hell made him hot. He groaned when Eva’s muscles tightened around
his dick. Tracy’s wails of delight tumbled in his ear when she rested her head
on his shoulder.
    He thrust a couple more times in Eva then pulled out and
dragged Tracy across the other woman. He lifted her and bent her over the edge
of the bed. Her pussy was wet when he thrust a finger into her.
    The soft gasp propelled him to ram into her hard and fast.
He lifted her legs so that she had to rely on him for support as he mercilessly
fucked her. Each thrust made her scream louder. His body tensed and he knew he
was close to finished.
    He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged like she
did with Eva. “Come for me.”
    Eva. He’d almost forgotten about her. She was there,
watching avidly as he pounded Tracy. He should’ve gotten her into a better
position—one where he could play with her clit easier.
    But it didn’t matter. Tracy was close. He could sense it in
the way she gripped his dick. The way her body tensed. And her screams. Shit,
her screams were about to send him over the edge.
    His muscles ached from the exertion but he didn’t give a
shit. This was, hands down, the hottest, most intense night of his life. The
guys would never believe this shit.
    The second her orgasm started he increased tempo and
surrendered to the overwhelming sensations engulfing him. He continued thrusting
until exhaustion plagued his limbs and he collapsed on the bed beside Tracy.
    Wow.

Chapter Five
     
    “I never even saw you leave that night, man. I was in the
zone.” Tyler grinned. “Maybe I should find a couple of ladies and re-create
that night.”
    “There’s not enough Viagra in Texas to make that happen.
Besides, you’d be in traction for a month and I’d have to listen to you
bitching the entire time.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “I keep telling you that you’re not my type.” Jason thought
back on the night for a moment. “Come to think of it, Jeanie was the one who
made sure I got home that night. I was pretty out of it.”
    “You were always gone.” He peeked over his sunglasses. “You
never told me you and Jeanie had hooked up, man. What the fuck is your problem
then? Man up and jump on that before Titanium does.”
    “I didn’t hook up with her that night. Dan moved in on her
that night.”
    “Oh.” Tyler shrugged. “Well, still. It could’ve happened. It
wouldn’t be the first time you’ve shared a girl.”
    “You’re a twisted son of a bitch.”
    “The ladies never complain.”
    “That’s ’cause they aren’t ladies.”
    “Watch it.” Tyler’s voice rose. “You can’t sit there all
high and mighty. I remember those nights when your freak flag flew—even if you
choose not to.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    “Well, several come to mind but do you remember the power
outage?”
    Jason laughed and shook his head. “Man, that wasn’t a freak
flag moment. That was just plain fucked up—for you—because I sure had a great
time.”
    * * * * *
    “Listen up.”
    Dan’s voice echoed in the dark dressing room. The dance
manager appeared calm even though the roar of feminine voices drifted in
through the open side door. Even though it’d been a slow Thursday night the
storm raging outside had knocked out not only the lights but their chances at
decent tips.
    Storms made the ladies go home and that wasn’t good for
anyone.
    “Get out there, keep them happy. Free table dances.

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