Page 14 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

My mind snapped back to the present. I tried desperately to track with the conversation that occurred while I lost myself to my fantasy. We’d been talking about a missing delivery at the Fleet Readiness Center.

Military Consultancy was a strange hybrid paper pushing, research, and the occasional investigation. Most of the time our efforts rarely resulted in anything newsworthy. Especially since I consulted for shipping and logistics. But lately we’d had some fun watching cartels try to infiltrate our supply chain. We’d nabbed them, every single time.

“Yes sir, the discussion sparked a thought, and I was trying to locate Ship Registry 4N4S2C.”

It was bullshit. Ship Registry 4N4S2C was one we’d closed and solved months ago. But it at least sounded feasible I would want to look and see if there was a pattern. It at least got the white-hot glare everyone’s attentions off me.

“All right. Report back whatever you find.” Vice Admiral Stevens voice was always focused and clipped. The king of no nonsense. It meant my time was never wasted in these meetings. He sought information. And once whatever question he had was answered he’d release us back to whatever we’d been doing. Which, in my case was thinking about Miele and debating whether or not to sign off for the day and go jerk off.

“Go get ready,” Obsidian barked as the pair pushed through the garage door, the notification chiming through the entire space. “We’re going to dinner.”

“Dinner? It’s not even three o’clock.”

“Semantics.” Ryker pressed, “Are you busy? Can you shut down or do we need to alter plans.”

He was already shrugging out of a suit I know he hadn’t left wearing, the buttons of his shirt practically tearing from the cloth as he unbuttoned them.

“Where’s the fire?” I looked between the two of them as they unwound their tightly reined in, well-coiffed exterior.

“Your friend here ate Miele within an inch of her life in a fucking hotel bathroom.” Obi kicked his shoes off in front of the fireplace, nodding toward Ryker who wore a guileless smirk.

“She called?”

I’d been sporting a semi most of the day. Hearing from Obi that Miele wanted to meet with us sent me into a full erection. One I didn’t think I could satisfy with a quick pull in the shower.

“Not exactly.” Ryker ran his fingers around his lips, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “We had a meeting at the hotel today with the interior designer responsible for the artistic direction. The one I’m supposed to work closely with in order to ensure my vision and theirs are seamless.”

“It’s Miele.” Obi finished for him, already down to his boxers and undershirt, he carried his suit to the laundry room to place in the dry clean bin. “And instead of carry on a professional business meeting, Ryker here cornered her in the ladies’ room and ate her to a screaming orgasm so loud I’m nearly certain it shook the chandelier.”

“Sorry bud.” He slapped my shoulder as he crossed toward his bedroom. “I claimed her little pink wrinkle for myself.”

That bit of information had me rocketing to my feet. My computer, ignored. I didn’t even bother to shut down or close it. Instead, I followed Ryker into his bedroom like a wayward puppy, demanding an explanation.

“Youfucked herin herassin abathroom!?With no preparation? What the fuck, Ryker?”

He continued to disrobe, shucking off his underwear and tossing them into the laundry basket in the corner of his bathroom before stepping into his walk-in shower and turning the water on.

“No.” He barely regarded me. Instead, facing the shower spray, roughly scouring his face with his hands. “I fucked her asshole with my tongue. And she came so hard she whited out. It was glorious.”

His cock agreed. It bounced against his abdomen. The deep purple color and leaking tip a clear sign he had not had a similar orgasm.

“Why would you embarrass her like that?”

“She was nowhere near embarrassed. Otherwise, why would she agree to have dinner with us?”

He looked at me as he pulled against his cock, each rough pull causing his lip to curl with pleasure.

“You gonna watch me come, or are you going to go take care of that semi in your own bathroom before we leave?”

Prick.

I turned, stalking toward my bedroom, but not before I heard Obi screaming his orgasm into the heavens from behind his bedroom door. Jesus. What the fuck had I missed?

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“Are you an artist too?”

Miele sat between Obi and I, and across from Ryker. It was impossible to not stare. The woman was a vision. She’d swept her hair up into some fancy braided thing that made her look like Athena. The stunning green pleated dress she wore set off her ivory skin so beautifully that my teeth ached with the desire to mark her with bite marks and hickeys.

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