apartment door, closing it behind him.
Xander entered the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor. When he arrived there, he walked the hall, looking into the open doorways. It only took about twenty steps before he found what he was looking for. He stood in the entrance, absorbing the scene in front of him. He’d been with this group of people many times before because there were no feelings, no love or commitment between the people in this group, just sex, demanding, almost animal in its expression. Several people stood against the back wall of the apartment, watching the writhing, sweaty bodies rutting against each other on the bed. There were more men than women in the heap of flesh.
Xander wasn’t interested in being with a man, but he couldn’t have joined in with the men even if he was. Being gay in New Atlanta was against the law. The citizens were constantly fed the propaganda that this was an “illness” needing eradication from the population. The “offense” of being gay was overlooked by the Amber police force. But as a cop he was still expected to abide by the laws in public.
From the other side of the room, Sasha held her hand out to him. She was in leather that pushed up her breasts and gave easy access to the short landing strip of hair at her cunt. She’d been watching, or more likely, waiting for the right situation. They were benefriends and she knew his needs well. There was scant romance in Xander’s sexual encounters and that was all right with Sasha. She liked rough.
With a few steps, she was on her knees in front of him, tugging down his shorts. A moment later his cock was consumed by the warm depths of her mouth. But there was no way he could withstand her talented mouth for long. He pulled Sasha up by her ponytail and bent her over the bed, holding her down with a heavy hand on her back.
Xander slipped his saliva-coated cock inside her and curled his body over hers, his abs conforming to the catlike curve of her back. He gripped each of her arms, holding them down on the bed. There was no warm up, no romance, just feral, reckless sex. He pounded into her, reaching around her body to stimulate her clit.
She begged for more of him when he came inside of her. He continued to pump his hips until she came, screaming her pleasure, as her body clutched and spasmed around his cock. The encounter took less than ten minutes.
“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered into her ear before he kissed the back of her neck and rolled away from her. Xander sat, looking away from the bodies woven together on the bed beside him.
Dread collected in his gut as he pulled his shorts on and left the room. This hadn’t worked. He walked away from it only slightly more relieved, but also more aware that, in his head, it was Jaci he’d fucked. Jaci’s cries that echoed in his ears. It was all Jaci.
Chapter 8
Her day had been perfect. What Xander did released all the pent-up emotions and stress she’d been battling. It drained right out of her. She couldn’t wait to see him and thank him for the relief. She couldn’t wait to talk to him about it, feel him out. She wanted to know if he had similar feelings for her or whether she was making something out of nothing. Had he done the same types of things with Diana? Somehow, she doubted it.
Most importantly, she wanted more of it. But when he arrived at the apartment later that night, and she had the opportunity to talk with him, she didn’t sense a change in the way he looked at her or acted around her. She had a hard time bringing it up after that. When Jaci realized that nothing had changed between them, that Xander immediately returned her back into the friendship category, she was crushed.
Confused and hurt, she wasn’t sure if she could play this game. She didn’t think she was strong enough. But she had too much pride to show even the slightest hint of what a sucker punch this return to friendship status was. And, because she
Xander entered the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor. When he arrived there, he walked the hall, looking into the open doorways. It only took about twenty steps before he found what he was looking for. He stood in the entrance, absorbing the scene in front of him. He’d been with this group of people many times before because there were no feelings, no love or commitment between the people in this group, just sex, demanding, almost animal in its expression. Several people stood against the back wall of the apartment, watching the writhing, sweaty bodies rutting against each other on the bed. There were more men than women in the heap of flesh.
Xander wasn’t interested in being with a man, but he couldn’t have joined in with the men even if he was. Being gay in New Atlanta was against the law. The citizens were constantly fed the propaganda that this was an “illness” needing eradication from the population. The “offense” of being gay was overlooked by the Amber police force. But as a cop he was still expected to abide by the laws in public.
From the other side of the room, Sasha held her hand out to him. She was in leather that pushed up her breasts and gave easy access to the short landing strip of hair at her cunt. She’d been watching, or more likely, waiting for the right situation. They were benefriends and she knew his needs well. There was scant romance in Xander’s sexual encounters and that was all right with Sasha. She liked rough.
With a few steps, she was on her knees in front of him, tugging down his shorts. A moment later his cock was consumed by the warm depths of her mouth. But there was no way he could withstand her talented mouth for long. He pulled Sasha up by her ponytail and bent her over the bed, holding her down with a heavy hand on her back.
Xander slipped his saliva-coated cock inside her and curled his body over hers, his abs conforming to the catlike curve of her back. He gripped each of her arms, holding them down on the bed. There was no warm up, no romance, just feral, reckless sex. He pounded into her, reaching around her body to stimulate her clit.
She begged for more of him when he came inside of her. He continued to pump his hips until she came, screaming her pleasure, as her body clutched and spasmed around his cock. The encounter took less than ten minutes.
“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered into her ear before he kissed the back of her neck and rolled away from her. Xander sat, looking away from the bodies woven together on the bed beside him.
Dread collected in his gut as he pulled his shorts on and left the room. This hadn’t worked. He walked away from it only slightly more relieved, but also more aware that, in his head, it was Jaci he’d fucked. Jaci’s cries that echoed in his ears. It was all Jaci.
Chapter 8
Her day had been perfect. What Xander did released all the pent-up emotions and stress she’d been battling. It drained right out of her. She couldn’t wait to see him and thank him for the relief. She couldn’t wait to talk to him about it, feel him out. She wanted to know if he had similar feelings for her or whether she was making something out of nothing. Had he done the same types of things with Diana? Somehow, she doubted it.
Most importantly, she wanted more of it. But when he arrived at the apartment later that night, and she had the opportunity to talk with him, she didn’t sense a change in the way he looked at her or acted around her. She had a hard time bringing it up after that. When Jaci realized that nothing had changed between them, that Xander immediately returned her back into the friendship category, she was crushed.
Confused and hurt, she wasn’t sure if she could play this game. She didn’t think she was strong enough. But she had too much pride to show even the slightest hint of what a sucker punch this return to friendship status was. And, because she
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