“Alright, you two relax. You can have your lovers’ quarrel another time. We need to discuss everything you know so far. Give it to us, Kam.”
Taking a deep breath, I run my hand through my hair.
It’s been a long fucking few days.
I go over the ins and outs of how Everton took in their new members, at least everything I know so far. It isn’t much yet, but Marcus needs all the information I could give him to get our plan sorted out. While I give them every last detail, I can hear him typing away on his computer. By the time I’m done with debriefing, the bathroom is filled with steam.
“That’s all I have so far, guys. I’ll let you know when I find more.”
“Hey, Kam.” Marcus clears his throat. “Be careful, okay? Don’t let Elliott get in your head.” The line is silent for a second. “For all we know, she could be in on all of this.”
I am about to lose it.
He is just looking out for me because we barely know Elliott and who she was. But it still rubs me the wrong way that he talks about her like she is the enemy.
Shaking my head, I let it go, glad he isn’t throwing me more daggers through the phone.
“I’m always careful. Night, guys.”
“Night,” they say in unison.
I click the End Call button on the screen and let it fumble onto the vanity. I hang my head low, thinking about all this crazy shit.
I’m always the one to go undercover. Hunter says Ihave a face no one could resist. Either it’s my good looks or my way of being able to get people to relax around me.
It might sound easy, acting like a different person and just getting the information. While that part is fairly easy, especially with years of practice under my belt, the fake smiles and swallowing down your morals are what eats at you. I’ve had to see some pretty fucked-up shit to get people out of some fucked-up situations. The world has a way of hiding the scumbag people and the horrible things they liked to play and do. It’s my job to convince them I’m one of them to help the victims they dragged into their world.
After stripping off my clothes, I toss them on top of the vanity alongside my phone and slide the shower dooropen. The scorching water burns my skin as I let it cover me. Hissing, I step farther under the shower head.
I need to clean myself off. Clean my body and mind of the reality of Everton. It’s going to be a rough mission, but having to see how many women are actually here... I don’t think any amount of preparation would have prepared me for it. I counted as many as I could, and the numbers are sickening. I know where they came from. There will be more, and I hate that they have been getting away with it for so long undetected.
I grab the bodywash and loofah, then scrub. My mind reels in all the information I have gathered and all that I know I still need to get.
I’m finishing my hair when a flash of Elliott crosses my mind. One from when we are in the bathroom of the bar. The way her face contorted when she let herself indulge in the pleasure I’m desperate to give her.
Another flash came to mind of Marcus and Hunter in bed. The same one I pictured when I first heard Marcus speak up on the phone. I missed what we had. But I also want Elliott. I don’t know how that would work. We don’t have the best track record when it comes to involving a woman in our situation... well, what was our situation. That is over now.
But it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about both. Letting my imagination think of a world in which it would all work out, having them all.
Fucking hell.
My dick is rock hard, in need of relief, with just the thought of all three of them together.
I guide my hand to grip my aching cock, letting myself indulge in this moment. I slowly stroke it as I picture Elliott on her knees alongside Marcus. Hunter fists Marcus’s hair and brings his lips to his thick cock.
Thrusting into my fist, I groan at the sight of Elliott looking at me. She leans down on her hands and crawls on all four to sit right in front of me. I don’t stop my strokes, looking between Marcus taking Hunter down his throat with ease and Elliott looking at me with needy eyes. I caress her cheek with my free hands, watching her lips part slightly. I bring my thumb to her bottom lip and slip it into her mouth. She doesn’t wait a second before wrapping her lips around it as I push it as far as I can down her throat.
“Please,”she begs around my thumb.
“Please, what? Tell me what it is you are begging for,” I growl under my breath as I lean forward, bracing myself on the shower wall with my arm as I hunch over.
“Please, Kam. I need a taste.”
“Yeah? You want to taste it on your tongue, gorgeous?”
I picture her nodding, eager to take me into her mouth.
I smile at her enthusiasm. “Then, open wide and let’s see how much of me you can take.”
