Page 40 of Perfect Storm

Another orgasm is building and Nick thrusts into me harder, knowing my body well. Nick holds on until I detonate again and then he roars as he comes.

Jack makes some noises in the doorway, but he’s much quieter. When I turn to look at him, his hand is covered in cum. I gulp, my head lowering, but my eyes are still on him.

He winks again, gives me a half smile, then tucks himself away and walks out of sight.

Nick turns to the empty doorway, then he straightens up and pulls me back against his chest.

“You liked that,” he says against my ear.

I nod, because words fail me.

“It was hot, knowing he was watching,” Nick says. “I’ll never share you baby, that ain’t happening. But how that affected you, feeling you go over again and again. Fuck, that was… incredibly sexy.”

He steps back and I turn to face him. He re-dresses me and pulls up his jeans.

“Is it weird that we did that?” I ask.

“No,” he strokes my long hair back over my shoulder kissing me. “It’ll be a little weird seeing him tomorrow, but I’m not embarrassed. I’m pretty sure he won’t tell anyone.”

“Oh,” I say with a shaky breath. “I don’t want people knowing.”

“I’ll have a word with him. I’m sure we’ve got nothing to worry about,” he grins, then steps away and takes my hand. “We should go back.”

I agree, and we leave the stables.

Jack is in the hot tub when we reach the deck. He watches us but says nothing. We wish everyone goodnight and head inside.

The next day, I watch as Nick mounts the beautiful white mare from last night. She is gentle and patient and stands still while he settles. He looks anxious and his posture is so rigid he’s going to be stiff tomorrow. He needs to relax.

Jordan is standing outside of the fence beside me. His forearms rest near my hip and he’s chuckling as Nick takes the reins handed to him. The stable guy leads the horse around the paddock.

It isn’t the man from last night. As far as I know, he hadn’t noticed he was being watched.

So far this morning I haven’t seen Jack, but after eating breakfast in bed, Nick disappeared for a while. When he came back, he’d spoken to him, and they agreed it was a private moment.

In fact, Jack is offended he asked, like it is a given he won’t tell anyone. That helps a lot.

I wiggle a little, my hands gripping the fence on either side of my thighs at the memory of him watching us. We've never explored my voyeur kink, but I’m excited after Nick welcomed it last night.

I’m not sure if I want to explore it more, but I can ask.

Nick isn’t afraid to have conversations like that. We’re always open and adventurous sexually. Bringing someone into our dynamic isn’t something I’d thought would happen, let alone want. No one will physically become involved, but I got off on knowing we were watched.

Don’t they have clubs like that? Where you have sex with people watching? My thighs clench at the thought.

“What’s up with you?” Jordan looks up from beneath his cowboy hat. “You’re squirming like a sea bass at an all you can eat buffet.”

I turn to look at him. “What?” I frown, but he just laughs.

“He’s not gonna fall off. We have the best trainers in the state here.”

“I’m not worried,” I brush my hair back. Thank God he mistook my squirming for concern about Nick being on a horse.

“Ah,” he gives me a dirty grin. “It’s getting you hot, seeing your man up there with that giant beast between his legs.”

“Stop it,” I laugh, nudging his Stetson so it tilts up. The sun goes in his eyes, making him squint.

“Nah, I get it,” he turns so only one arm rests on the fence and looks up at me. “Alessa was a wild woman after seeing me on a horse. Took me straight inside and rode me like-”

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