Page 39 of Perfect Storm

As I reach the end of the barn, the grunting gets more pronounced.

It’s not well lit in here, so the horses can rest. I step around an open bay and my eyes pop wide.

Jack is leaning back against the wall. His pants are around his ankles, his shirt unbuttoned. Bobbing up and down on him is one of the stable hands. I’ve only ever seen Jack with women. I never suspected he was bi.

Watching them is an invasion of privacy. Jack may not want people to know. I start to turn away when his eyes open and he sees me. I expect him to freak out, but he puts his hand on the man’s head. Urging him to move faster. Then he winks at me.

My head is telling me to leave, but my feet are planted firmly in place. Jack stares at me as the guy works him over. His mouth opens and his hips thrust.

“Fuck yeah, that feels good. Suck it, just like that.” He looks down at him as he slides his dick in and out.

Shit, I can see Jack’s dick.

“You like that?”

He’s looking at me now, not the guy. He’s asking me. Do I? Oh God, I do. I’m a pervert.

Heat is pooling between my legs, I’m so turned on right now. I have no desire to join in. None whatsoever, I will never do that to Nick.

Jack’s eyes grow heavy as the guy on his knees leans closer, gripping Jack’s bare ass and moaning. I swallow hard, my hands clench at my sides, and I rub my thighs together.

His breathing becomes erratic. It snaps me out of my trance. I can’t just stand here. I turn to walk back the way I came, my heart pounding. Jack chuckles, then moans, muttering ‘fuck’ over and over as I hurry away.

As I’m nearing the doors, he finishes and doesn’t try to be quiet about. I almost scream when I see a figure in the doorway ahead of me.

Nick arches a brow at me, peering down the darkened corridor. He clearly can hear Jack. My cheeks are flushed and I’m breathing hard. Nick looks at me, a question in his eyes.

Ever since Jenna showed him the type of romance books the authors at her literary firm write, Nick has become obsessed with steamy romance stories. And not just run of the mill romance. He reads full on spicy romance and reverse harem books, where the woman is with more than one man.

Plenty of times I’ve come into the bedroom to find him reading one of those books, stroking his dick. Sometimes he reads it to me. His bandmates make fun of him for reading those kinds of books, but Nick doesn’t care. When I find him like that, Nick tosses his eReader aside and grabs me, then fucks me to within an inch of my life.

We’re both sexual people. I believe we’re kindred spirits, meant to find each other. What’s not to love about that?

There’s a hungry look in his eyes now. He glances around, spots the tack room, then grabs my hand and leads me towards it. I don’t know what Jack and that guy are doing now that they’re finished, but I get another thrill replaying it.

Inside the tack room, Nick wastes no time lifting my skirt and rubbing my wet panties.

“Shit baby, you’re soaked,” he groans.

His fingers slip beneath the fabric. I lean back, lifting one of my legs and resting it on a box beside us. He kisses my neck, his fingers working me hard. I untie the fastening at the top of my dress, peeling the sides apart. I’m not wearing a bra and Nick mumbles his appreciation as his lips roam my chest. He palms my breast as he continues what he was doing.

“Need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I moan, helping him undo his belt. He shoves his jeans over his ass, but doesn’t push them any further. He drags me over to a bench, lifting me up and stepping between my parted legs. Then thrusts into me. “Oh God,” I cry out.

Nick leans over me, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, pulling me onto him. Movement catches my eye and I look up to see Jack leaning against the doorframe. His pants are up but unzipped and his chest is still on display.

I gasp and falter. Nick looks at me, sees where my gaze is, then turns his head. I don’t know what I am expecting to happen when he sees the voyeur. He slows his thrusts as he looks back at me, then back at Jack.

“You can watch,” he says in a gravelly voice. “But that’s it.” He turns back to me. “If that is okay with you?” he strokes my cheek.

I nod because I’m speechless, but not against the idea of this, or the reality. Nick peels my top off my shoulders, lowering it down so my top half is bare, then starts fucking me again. I push my legs up and rest my heels on his ass. Alternately looking at him and over his shoulder at Jack. He is leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on us.

And just like that, I lose it. An orgasm slams through me and I throw my head back. Nick pauses, letting it work through my body. I almost drop backwards, completely breathless, but he wraps an arm around me and holds me up. Then he pulls out, drops to his knees, and puts his face between my legs.

“Oh God, yes,” I arch my back.

This time when I look at Jack, he has his dick in his hand. He’s stroking himself as he watches Nick’s tongue. He works me until I come again, then stands up, turns me around, pushing back inside. He goes harder now, and I look back, seeing Nick turning his head to watch Jack watching us.

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