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Dustin

I don’t know what’s hotter, watching my cum drip down her thighs or seeing the marks I left on her ass. It’s a tossup, I decide, stepping out of my shorts and using them to clean off my dick. I tuck my junk away in the compression shorts I still have on when I’m done.

If you had asked me weeks ago how I’d feel about being not only friends but lovers with Tina, I would’ve laughed in your face. Now, not going to lie, I feel like I want everything—a future with her, her belly fat with my kid. The thought makes me happier than I thought I’d ever be again. Good thing, since we can’t seem to remember to use a condom.

When she makes a move to stand, I stop her with one of my hands on her back. She grumbles a half-hearted protest as her skirt settles back over her head but doesn’t say a peep when I scoop the escaping cum and finger it back into her abused cunt. “My girl got the dicking of her life just now, didn’t she?” I like the little tremors traveling up her body the more I massage her.

“Dusty…” she pleads. Her legs stiffen like I know they do right before she orgasms.

Licking my lips, I lower to my knees. “Seems like someone isn’t done.” I’m busy sucking and nibbling at her swollen nub when I hear the outer door creak open. She tenses beneath my tongue, but doesn’t push me away, so I don’t stop. Let’s see just how freaky my girl is.

I sense, rather than see, Tucker leaning at the end of the row of lockers. I know it’s him because no one else would dare be so bold. Plus, the dude likes to watch. I pull my mouth away, letting my fingers continue working Tina’s pussy, and face my friend. He’s lucky the best view of Tina is hidden otherwise I’d have to kick his ass. “Need something?” I ask tempted to smack the smirk off his face.

“Nah. It can wait until you’re done.” Grinning, Tucker throws me a Sharpie. Like me, he saw Tina’s face earlier when the chicks got my name inked on them. I uncap the pen with my teeth and scribble Chip’s on both of Tina’s ass cheeks.

She gasps. “W-what are you doing?”

I admire my handiwork. “I’m branding my stock.”

Tucker laughs, catching the pen when I throw it back.

Since she’s flooding my hand with her milky goodness, I’d say she likes it just fine. I alternate between watching Tucker’s face and my fingers pumping into Tina’s hole. For me, I can do this all day long. Within seconds, Tina’s no longer trying to hold in her moans and she’s pushing back her hips to get me deep. One glance at the bulge in Tucker’s pants tells me he’s not doing much better.

Surprisingly, Tucker is the first to throw in the towel. He gives up his casual pose and wipes a hand down his face. “Fuck.”

I smirk. “Did already. This is an encore.” Tina gasps and anyone watching might think it’s from embarrassment. I might too, if her walls weren’t squeezing the living shit out of my fingers as she unravels. I add voyeurism to the list of things she gets off on. Unable to resist, I slap her ass again before I slip my fingers free and suck them dry. I can tell the moment the euphoria fades and she realizes what just happened. I bend over her trembling body and speak for her ears only. “Go shower, peach. I’ll be there in a minute.” She scurries off without a backward glance. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing her complaints later. “Okay. What couldn’t wait?”

Tucker sits on the bench and cups his junk. “You wanna suck my dick first? Because I’m all worked up now.”

I scoff. “In your dreams.”

“You won’t mind if I take care of it myself, then?”

I lower to the bench next to him, waving my hand at his lap. “Be my guest.”

He wastes no time, pulling his dick out of his shorts, groaning at the first touch of his hand. Mindlessly stroking himself, he says, “Damn, that’s good.” Pre-cum drips from the head. “Your girl is into this shit, huh?”

“That’s what I’m learning.”

“Have you taken her to Ropes yet?” I shake my head, wondering how he can whack off while otherwise seeming relaxed. “It’s fucking hot as hell, dude. Watching what goes on in those back rooms…” He lets the sentence trail off, and if his leaking dick says anything, it’s that he’s imagining the scenes right now. Still working his dick, Tucker finally gets to the reason he came in here in the first place. “So, the dude you just fought? He’s one of Hernandez’s men.”

I sit up straighter. “No shit?” No wonder I recognized some of them.

Years ago, a few of the gang members dared attack Frankie and Rosa here at the gym. They hadn’t been expecting Frankie to kick their asses, though. I smile, remembering how Christian, Raul, Lucius, and I showed up to rescue the girls only to find the three dudes knocked out cold. Some of the guys here tonight showed up at court—that’s where I recognize them from—but nothing ever happened to their buddies on trial, because a week later they mysteriously ended up dead.

“Lucius knew,” I say. It explains his attitude earlier. “What about Christian?” There’s no way he’d be okay with any of Hernandez’s men being at the gym or anywhere near the girls again.

We hear a faint moan from the showers and that’s all it takes for Tucker to start coming all over his hand. I grab a towel nearby and toss it on his lap. “Thanks,” he grunts. “From the sounds of Christian and Lucius’s heated conversation I overheard before coming in here, I’d say he knows now and isn’t too happy about it.”

“What about Rosa?” If Raul wasn’t out of town with Ben, he’d be as livid as Christian.

With his cock finally put away, Tucker shrugs. “Rosa was looking pretty miserable listening to the shit hit the fan.” When I go to stand, he stops me. “Stay with your girl. I just wanted you to watch your back. Now you handed one of Hernandez’s guys’ asses to him, you’re no doubt on his shit list.”

Great.

Tucker leaves and I sit for a minute bewildered. Why would Lucius set something like this up? Why let those assholes in our gym?

Tina moans again and even if Tucker couldn’t tell before, I know her well enough to know the sound isn’t one of pleasure. Seems I have some ruffled feathers of my own to smooth over. Lucius and his shit can wait.