Page 63 of Commander in Briefs

“Hold on to me,” I tell her, looping her arms around my neck. Her legs tighten around my waist instinctively. This isn’t our first rodeo.

Spreading my legs a little farther to get maximum power, I ram into her over and over. Pounding her delicate body against the glass so hard that it rattles. Not enough.

I brace my hand on the doorframe, above her shoulder, the other clutches her waist, and fucking pound her senseless.

With a quick look to see if we still have an audience, I notice that Thad, too, has also woken and is now perched on the sofa, scotch in hand.

Cade, well he’s still trying (and failing) to tear his eyes away.

My brother, however, the kinky fucker, holds my eyes and watches me fuck the living shit out of Ans.

“I’m gonna come,” she screams, completely oblivious of our audience.

With every ounce of asshole I am, I meet Cade’s eyes through the glass, lowering each of my fingers until only the middle one remains standing. And then I thrust so hard into Anniston that the rollers jump track. Anniston doesn’t even notice her body is bouncing on mine, chasing her orgasm. I watch the two men who want what’s wrapped around me.

I let them observe.

I let them behold me take everything from her.

First, I take a scream.

Then a moan.

And right before I take her orgasm, she stops me, grabbing my face, forcing me to look at her. “Watch me,” she demands with a firm grip on my cheek. “Be with me, Theo.”

I lock with those baby blues that hold my heart captive. I watch her fall apart in my arms as a cry tears from her throat. The love I have for this girl is so overwhelming that I can’t keep up the eye contact. I turn my head, leveling my cheek against her shoulder as the tingling starts in my balls.

“Look at me,” she snaps.

I drag my head up, fighting the urge to look away, my orgasm seconds from hitting.

“Look. At. Me.” Her hands cradle my face sweetly, totally opposite of her behavior a second ago, and she croons in a syrupy coo, “Let go, baby.” Her switch to sugar-sweet sends both of us to the ground as my orgasm rips through me spilling into her. I grunt out a tortured moan and she swallows it up with a slow, honeyed kiss.

We sit on the cold concrete, chests heaving, circled in each other’s arms. When we start to shiver, Ans pulls back.

“Come on,” she says, pulling me into a standing position.

“Cade and Thad are in the kitchen,” I admit.

She sighs, wordlessly scolding me. Reaching for her shirt, she adds, “You’re an asshole.”

I nod. I am an asshole.

“I’m going to run the fuck out of you today. See if you sneak out here for some coffee again.”

I gulp and nod my acceptance of her punishment, taking note that she only is punishing me for the coffee and not the voyeurism.

I let her fiddle with the door as I throw on my shorts. When we manage to pry it open together, she speaks to the men that I imagine are trying not to replay what they just witnessed over and over. “I hope you all enjoyed the show. Since we’re up, I say a family run will help clear our heads.”

Thad and Cade give her a terse nod.

And what do I do?

I wink.

Checkmate assholes.

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