Page 61 of The Dollhouse

“Anyone care to join me?” Zoey asked, tempting. She did not wait for a response from either me or Carter, instead turning and jumping into the pool. She swam a ways away, her form smooth in the water, signaling the fact that this was not her first time in a pool like this.

She was a Marbella. If I had to guess, I’d say she grew up with a pool much like this one. Money was the norm where she came from, though around here, money was made in different ways.

I glanced at Carter, saying, “I’m not feeling the pool tonight, but you can go in.” It had been a long while since Carter had her; the man was practically a sex addict, dying to have it at any given moment of the day. When it came to Zoey, it was worse. Hopefully he would learn to separate his feelings for her and our jobs, otherwise a bullet in the arm might be the least of his worries.

Carter didn’t need me to say anything else; he started to shed his clothes, stripping naked in front of me, much like Zoey did mere moments ago. It was not long before his strong, muscular frame descended into the pool.

Zoey had swum to the middle, treading water as she watched Carter get in. She shot me a look, and I responded by grabbing my glass and lifting it to her, toasting her and everything we could be together.

That girl… I did not want to let her go. I could not say what it was about her, but I’d known it from the beginning, from our very first meeting. Carter had taken a bit longer to come around, but once he did, it was obvious. Zoey was our drug of choice, one neither of us wanted to give up.

She swam towards Carter, stopping when she reached a part of the pool she could stand in. Her gaze traveled down his bare chest, and her eyebrows came together when she spotted a fresh scar on his arm. Fresh as a scar on a body could be. It had stopped scabbing a while ago, though Carter had no self-control when it came to resisting the urge to itch it. I was sure that didn’t help his body speed up the healing process.

Her head tilted, and one of her hands came out of the water, lightly running up his arm. It was not the only scar on his body, but she’d seen him naked before, so she must’ve realized it was newer.

Their eyes locked, and then it was over. Carter grabbed her, pulled her against his chest, his arms snaking down in the water to hoist her up. Though I couldn’t see what was happening beneath the water, I could imagine her legs wrapping around his hips much like her arms were doing around his neck, could picture his erect cock, thick and ready to take her.

He carried her to the edge of the pool, wading through the water, bringing her closer to me, so I could hear better. I sat only ten feet away from the pool, so I’d see and hear all I needed to, now. I took a slow sip from my drink, finishing it up before setting the glass down for good, all of my focus now on what was about to happen in that pool.

Carter forced her arms to drop from his neck, and he turned her, making her face me. Zoey hugged the edge of the pool, her eyes lifting to meet mine as Carter positioned himself behind her. I imagined his feet were spread wide to lower himself, to get a better angle, and I found myself leaning forward as I waited with bated breath for it to happen. For Carter to shove his cock so deep inside her she would have no choice but to cry out.

I knew the moment Carter pushed inside her, for the expression on her face twisted into one of pure rapture, her eyelids falling slightly, her mouth hanging open as he started to rock behind her, his strong body keeping hers pinned to the wall. She might come out of this with scrapes or bruises, but no one here cared. Everyone here—me, Carter, Zoey—we all wanted the same thing: for Zoey to get fucked.

Her fingers held onto the side of the pool, her pink hair wet and messy as Carter took her from behind. She let out moans every time he got a little rougher with her, every time he pushed his cock deep into her, the sounds instantly hardening my own dick.

Fuck, I wanted her, I wanted to feel her again… but not here, and not until I watched Carter have his way with her.

The water around them shook with the movements of Carter’s powerful body, his masculine face twisted in pleasure, carnal and instinctual. He was claiming his girl, making up for lost time, time that I’d kept him away from her.

Carter set a hand beside Zoey’s body to brace himself, and all the while he thrust into her, Zoey’s half-lidded gaze remained on me, watching me as I watched her. I wondered if she liked knowing I got off at seeing her at the mercy of another, if knowing I found it titillating made her even wetter between her legs.

His thrusting grew more frantic, Carter’s hairline lined with sweat. I could count down the moments right before he came, having watched him so many other times before. His chest spasmed, a deep-throated groan rising in the air as he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed Zoey hard against the wall of the pool, his dick as deep into her as it could possibly go. He emptied himself inside her, letting his orgasm run its full course before drawing himself out.

In all honesty, he could probably go for another round or two, but I had something else in mind now.

I got to my feet, acting as if I didn’t have a raging erection pressing against my pants. “Bring her to my room,” I said, turning and walking there myself, ignoring the looks that were shared between Zoey and Carter.

Most of the time, I got enough pleasure from watching. I could get that mouth around my cock or use a hand, but the only thing I wanted right now was for her to lay bare beneath me on my bed, spread eagle.

I’d taken her cunt once before, when she’d riled me up enough with the whole Lake business, but that was different. That had been quick and fast in every way, most of our clothes still on. This time… this time would be much different in that respect; I planned on showing her Carter was not the only one here with stamina.

I knew it would take some time for Carter to bring her to my room; they would need to get out of the pool and dry off a bit first, though I wasn’t very concerned with the chlorine. My bedding could always be washed.

When I arrived at my bedroom, I flicked on the lights; the switch was on a dimmer, so I kept it low, going to pull the curtains closed. The next thing I did was yank the sheets down, practically tearing them off my bed. We wouldn’t need them.

My shoes and belt were already off by the time Carter came in, still one hundred percent naked and still sporting a boner, carrying an equally naked Zoey. I pointed to my bed, and he deposited her on top.

“Give us the room,” I said, and though I knew leaving was the last thing Carter wanted to do—he wanted to fuck her again and again, I could see the hunger in his green gaze—he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Zoey propped herself up on the bed, her hair still damp, but the other parts of her skin dry. She gazed around my room, taking in its extravagance, the dark walls and the lavish furniture in it. “So, this is where the all-powerful Roman sleeps?” she asked, grinning.

I moved to the side of the bed, reaching up to loosen my tie before slipping it off. I said nothing, keeping my mouth firmly shut as I took off my suit jacket next. Bit by bit, I took everything off, baring myself to her in a way I never had before, stopping only when I stood there, utterly nude, my erection plain for the both of us to see.

Once I was bared to her, Zoey sat up, inching toward the edge of the bed, her eyes raking over me, the desire in them evident and only furthering the rush of blood between my legs. She spotted every single scar on my chest—and she must’ve felt compelled to touch them, for she did. Within a moment, Zoey was on her knees on the bed, nearly my height as she ran her hands along my chest, her fingertips lightly tracing the white scars there.

She said nothing about them, but I knew what she was thinking. What I did was dangerous, the things I did deadly. All of these scars proved it. There might be a time when I did not come home after a job gone wrong… but tonight was not that night. Tonight was all about Zoey and me.

Though she was still touching my chest, exploring the body she’d never seen before, I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back. Her body bounced a bit when it collided with the bed, and I crawled on top of her, biting her lower jaw, pressing my hips against hers, forcing her to feel the hardness between us and causing her to gasp.

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