by Karen Raines
And where the fuck is the lesbian friend?
“That. Is. Nasty.”
I can’t help but agree with Bri as Nadia finally sinks home on the creep’s cock and takes Gomez’s little dick into her mouth. I don’t really know if it is small, my brain refuses to focus on his wood.
“Can we mute this? I can’t sit here and listen to her pornstar moans any longer. Seriously, who does that?”
I chuckle as I hit the button and switch the audio to alarm. If the system detects a new voice in the room, audio will switch back on.
“Pornstar moans?”
“You know, don’t act like you don’t know. Put your big cock in me, oh yeah… oh god… it’s not normal.”
She jumps from the bed and goes to check the feeds from the surrounding area, and I go back to watching the fuck fest that is happening in the cabana. Nadia is having the time of her life, her mouth working open and closed, most likely moaning and yelling while the big guy pounds her from underneath. Gomez pulls from her mouth and drops down onto the bed, a big goofy grin on his face.
“Oh look, Gomez is gonna get some pussy.”
“Ugh… I’m not watching.”
“But it might be important.”
“Really Colby?” Her laugh fills the silent room, the sound doing more for my cock than the Mayor’s wife’s moans had managed.
My eyes dart back to the screen where Nadia is being thrown off Calvin’s cock and flipped over so she can straddle Gomez. “I think we’re gonna get a little DP action here.”
“What the hell is that?”
I gasp in shock. “Is that a joke?”
“No asshole,” she snorts as she returns to the side of the bed. “I don’t talk desperate loser.”
I snag her arm and pull her down on top of me. She tries to wriggle out of my grasp, but I soon have her settled in my lap, her back flush against my chest. My arms wrap around her tightly, just as my prediction comes true and Calvin sinks his dick straight into the bimbo’s ass.
“That looks painful,” she whispers.
I roam a hand down her stomach and play with the waistband of her shorts. “Not if it’s done right.”
She turns her head towards me, an inquisitive look on her face. “Have you done it?”
“Once,” my fingers slip lower, just dipping under the cotton.
“Oh…” she murmurs, focusing back on the screen.
I have to hand it to Calvin, he’s a pro. Gomez is just lying there like a lazy fuck, Nadia isn’t doing much better, but Calvin is pounding into her at an impressive rate.
“I much prefer one-on-one.” Done with the sneak attack on my girl’s pussy, I dip down into her shorts until I’m met with the Promised Land. She whimpers slightly as I slip my fingers through her silky wet skin, roaming over her flesh before the tip of a finger finds her greedy entrance.
“Colby…” she whispers, her hips starting to shift on my lap.
I groan as the movement rubs along my painfully hard shaft. I want nothing more than to push her shorts down and sink deep. But I don’t. This is way too hot to rush.
“I wouldn’t want to share you with another man. Or another woman.” I push my finger a little deeper and curl it inside her. “But I could give you the same pleasure.”
“What would you do,” she breathes.
I smile against her hair, withdraw my finger and plunge two back inside her tight heat. She gasps, her body arching into the air, her perfect tits rising, begging for me to touch. I snake my other hand up under her tank and grasp a firm hold on one of the mounds.
“I’d be everywhere,” I whisper against her ear. “My fingers would pull at these perky nipples.”
I give her breast some more attention before slipping the nipple between my fingers and tugging the flesh. She whimpers into the empty room but pushes her body further into my hands.
“I’d fill you here,” I pump a third finger deep inside her and nearly come in my shorts when her walls clench around my digits. “Then, when you were begging for more…”
I remove my soaking fingers and trail a path down to her puckered hole. Her legs work uselessly against the bed as I probe around the forbidden flesh. “I’d slip inside here… just the tip.”
“Holy fucking shit,” she gasps as I sink in to the first knuckle, her ass clutching my finger and pulling it deeper. I go with it, sinking in as deep as I can before pulling out and plunging back, filling her in every way. She mewls as I control her sex, my moves speeding up and hitting deeper with each stroke. I’m so hard beneath her, but this is too good to stop for anything, even my cock.
My eyes stray to the monitor for a moment. The threesome have passed out on the bed in a tangled, sweaty heap that looks anything but attractive. Unlike the wanton woman writhing about on my lap.
With a flick of my wrist, Bri is breaking apart on my fingers, her entire body shuddering with the force of her climax. It is fucking epic.
She collapses back against me, her body still trembling as I pull the blankets over us. She turns her head and gazes sleepily into my eyes. “What about you Colby.”
I drop a kiss to her nose and watch as a small smile lights her face. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
“You can be so sweet for a douchebag,” she mumbles, her eyes closing as she falls asleep.
I watch her for a few minutes and try to make sense of my jumbled thoughts. This is the part where I push the girl away and get out of dodge. But, A, there is nowhere to go and B… I don’t want to.
Before my mind can sink any further into this, I switch the audio back on and hit the lights. Sleep, I just need some sleep.
“It’s done,” I hear whispered from the feed. My eyes spin to the monitor and see Calvin leaning over the side of the bed and holding a phone to his ear. “You better have it all.”
He drops the phone to the floor and slumps back onto the bed, leaving me to wonder who the fuck he was talking to.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Briella
“…in your tight ass and you’ll be begging me for more.”
I’m writhing on the bed with Colby’s hands all over my body. Then he slides his cock to my entrance and…
“Shit.” My eyes fly open and the disappointment sets in at the realization it was just a dream. I’m a sweaty mess and my hands have a tight hold on the sheets. “Damn that was a good dream.”
“I’d say so. If I heard you call out my name one more time I was about to give you the real thing.”
My cheeks flame red and when I pop my head up I notice he’s not looking at me but the monitor of our surveillance equipment. He’s furiously punching away at the keys obviously up to something.
“What’d I miss?”
“From the looks of it an orgasm.” He chuckles. “Fuck…” Colby goes back to tapping away on the keys.
“Seriously, what’s going on?”
“An alarm started going off on Cross’s computer back in Boston. He tried tracing it and came up with nothing. Just a bunch of dead ends and false IP addresses.”
“Can we see what they’re monitoring?”
“We sure can. They have a camera solely in the bedroom. Meaning…”
“Someone was waiting for Nadia to suck some dick.”
“Bingo.”
“But who?”
Before Colby can answer my laptop in the far corner of the room goes off. Looking at the clock I curse knowing it’s the Mayor.
“You should have woken me up earlier, I have a video call with the fucking Mayor!”
“And let you miss out on my slick fingers?” Colby smacks my ass as I turn.
“They’re not as slick as you think.” I toss over my shoulder while running for the bathroom. I’ll call the Mayor back in a second no way am I answering the video call with bed head and stank breath. Whether he can smell it or not is irrelevant.
Ten minutes later I press the button to connect with the Mayor.
“It’s about time.”
I can hear Colby chuckling from the other side of the room and I flip him the bird off-screen.
“How’s your progress?”
“I think you’ll be pleased to know we got some footage of Nadia in a very compromising position last night, or positions would be a better description. It’s all on our surveillance footage.”
“Excellent. And McGregor… was he involved?”
“Not as far as we can tell. Good news, right? We’ll be able to finish out the day, get all our stuff together and head home.”
“You aren’t coming home yet.”
The look of anger on his face stuns me for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“I paid you to do a job.”
“To see if your wife was cheating on you. We have the proof so the job’s done.” I don’t like where this is going.
“You’re not leaving until I know beyond a shadow of a doubt Frankie McGregor isn’t involved. I’m not convinced. Do I need to worry about you doing your job?” He sits back and looks at me like I’m an incompetent fool.
I have half a mind to tell him to fuck off but think better of it. He is the Mayor after all.
“We’ll continue surveillance with everyone she comes in contact with. Do you want the names of the guys she was with last night?”
“Guys?” He chuckles. “I always knew she was a whore. It’s not necessary. Get it done Briella.”
Then the screen goes blank.
“What the hell?” Colby walks up to me.
“Apparently catching his wife fuck two guys is small potatoes compared to what he’s looking for. But why is he so intent on Frankie McGregor? What are we missing?”
“That is the question of the hour. Cross just got back to me and managed to break through and find the link.”
“Well, don’t leave me in suspense!”
“See, that’s the funny thing. It traces right back to the island.”
“Well that’s a game changer. Where do we go from here?” Think Bri, think.
We’re silent for a few minutes when an alarm goes off. When we look at the screens there’s a new person walking through the house.
“Who’s this guy?” Colby questions as his phone rings.
“Hey Cross, anyone who’s stepped foot on this island needs a background check. Anyone that’s encountered Nadia and her crew, anyone that’s questionable and don’t leave any stone unturned.” He looks at me. “We need to figure out who that fucking feed belongs to. The sooner the better.” He walks away to continue his conversation.
I look back towards the screen and all I’ve seen so far is this guy’s back. It’s almost like he knows where the cameras are, which is impossible. We use top-of-the line cameras that are undetectable. He’s a lucky bastard for picking the right angles.
When I change rooms, I see Nadia’s still passed out in her room by herself. When I switch back I see Calvin talking to the mystery man.
“Here’s the footage.” He passes him a small object. It looks like a USB drive but it’s hard to tell. “How the hell have you kept her satisfied all these months? Girl’s a fucking animal!”
“I’m a fucking beast, that’s how. I know what I’m doing unlike your sorry ass. This better be good and exactly what I asked for.”
“It is. Now I can head home back to…”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“But you said…”
“Do we have to go over why you’re here again?”
Calvin sighs and leaves the room. Before he exits the door, the mystery guy tells him to meet at a bar tonight to discuss further plans.
“Cross is on it.” Colby comes up beside me looking at the screen.
“I’ll get Syd on this too. It’ll go faster if they work together.” I walk over to the nightstand and grab my phone. After hitting her name, it begins ringing.
“lo…”
“Did I interrupt?” I laugh.
“Just woke up… where the hell am I?” I can hear rustling then a Hey doll in the background. A door shuts a moment later and I hear the phone moving again.
“Next time I decide to troll a pool hall smack me in the vagina. These frat boys are so fucking lazy and couldn’t find my clit if it had a buzzer on it.”
“Noted. Need me to call later when you get home? This requires your attention.”
“No, I’m good. I just sent for an Uber. What’s up?”
I give her the information and tell her I’ll text her all the information we need.
“Perfect. You know how much I love making that nerd eat my dust. He’s slow as shit. Colby will hire anyone these days.”
“Whatever gets the job done.” I laugh. “How’s it going?”
“Fabulous. Having the apartment to myself has been eye-opening and I’ve decided you can’t live with me anymore. Walking around naked is too freeing.”
“You walk around naked when I’m home. Bitch! I can’t believe you’d kick me out so fast!”
“I’m sure someone wouldn’t leave you out on the street. The man you said has the cock that’s always locked and loaded. The dick you claimed could cure…”
“Okay I get it, I get it. I’m still not moving out Syd. I’ll text everything over. Let me know what you have in a couple hours.”
“Yes Captain.” Then the line goes dead.
“Could cure…” Colby wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his body.
“Why does she have to talk so freaking loud?”
He chuckles then kisses my neck. “Let’s take another shower babe.”
I pull away and take a step back. “There’s no time Maitland, keep your hands where I can see them. I need to get to Nadia’s and see who’s there?”
“He hasn’t shown his face on camera yet?”
“Nope and we can’t miss him leaving.”
I grab my bag, but Colby takes it and places it back on the table. “You went yesterday, I’ve got it.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and look into his brown eyes. “Sucking up won’t get you laid any faster. You forget, I know you better than anyone else. I’ve got your number Maitland.”
“A guy can dream.” He closes the distance between us and slides his tongue in my mouth.
I pull back in a daze and push him towards the door. We can’t waste an opportunity to find out who this guy is. I’m hoping this is Nadia’s mystery man. Judging by their conversation they’re planning something pretty big. The only thing I can think of is they’re gonna use that video of Nadia’s threesome against the Mayor. Blackmail maybe? It isn’t original but it’s effective for getting large sums of money.
Why is the Mayor convinced that Nadia’s fucking a mob boss? There’s no evidence they’re linked, we’ve looked everywhere. None of this is adding up.
We’re on the second day of this job and it’s already a clusterfuck.
Thank god, I love a challenge.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Colby
With the early morning sun shining down on me, I begin my leisurely stroll through the glorious scenic pathways…
What the fuck was that? Who the fuck talks like that? When the fuck did I start talking like that?
I let my swagger come back full force. I may have even given a well-timed ‘sup to a guy I passed along the way and dared my inner pussy-whipped poet to even fucking mention the sweet-smelling flora.
This Island is playing havoc with my brain. I know we’re here to do a job, that is top priority and as epic as Bri’s bedroom skills are, I need to focus. I round the bend just in time to see a tall man veering away from Nadia’s hut and my gut tells me that this is the one to follow. No point in hanging around to see that woman get frisky again, once was enough.
Although the experience did bring out a pretty impressive reaction from Bri… for fuck sake, focus.
I match the guy’s pace and manage to snap off a few shots, albeit of his back, and soon realize we’re hea
ding away from the living quarters and towards a harbor. The resort has a small jetty with roughly a dozen boats docked. Only one or two are private, the others are for hire. The guy in front is heading down towards the private boats and I can’t follow without looking suspicious, so I duck into the tourist hut on the pier.
Which is a stupid move. The second I set foot inside I’m being accosted by a pair of kids no older than twelve, trying to book me in for a trip on their boats. I try to keep an eye on the target, but he’s already out of sight. Some fucking detective I am.
“Hey kids, listen up. I’m not sure what day I’m going to book for yet, just wanted to get some information. How much…”
“40 American dollars, best buy,” one of them shouts.
Not to be outdone, the other one grabs my shirt and pulls me away offering his boat for 30, plus a deep-sea fishing lesson from his dad. They start bickering and tugging on my arms, each one trying his best to give me the hard sell. I suddenly know what it must feel like to be the last chicken wing at a barbecue.
Breaking free, I’m backing slowly towards the door when I bump into someone.
“This man is with me boys, go bug the newlyweds walking on the beach.”
Two crisp $100 bills waft past my nose and those boys don’t waste a heartbeat. They snatch the money and then they’re off, chasing each other down the pier and off into the distance. I let out a sigh of relief and turn to thank my brother-in-arms.
“Thanks for that, I thought I was gonna be ripped apart by the locals,” I quip, only to startle inwardly when I recognize the back of the man’s head as he watches the ocean. It’s the same man I followed down here.
“No problem son,” he chuckles. He turns back to me and I’m overcome with a strange feeling, almost like I know him from somewhere. He looks a lot like Calvin, only older and much harsher. He has the type of weatherworn face that comes from living outside. Where Calvin was rough but polished, this man was hard.
And Jesus he was tall. I come in at a solid 6’ 2” but this guy? I have to crane my neck to look at him.