“Whoa.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” The husky tone of Ty’s reply made it clear he sported a hard-on at least as painful as the one suddenly jeopardizing Mason’s zipper.
Graphic pictures of full-frontal male nudity were the least outrageous items in her bawdy collection. Most of the photos featured women being pleasured by multiple men in various ménage scenarios. A large percentage also depicted men engaged in salacious acts with other men—on their knees giving blow jobs, kissing, jerking off together and even having full anal intercourse. But the scores of BDSM scenes included in her fantasy repertoire fascinated him most.
Ty’s left hand dropped to his crotch, rearranging the notable bulge there while he navigated the mouse with his right hand. The corner of his mouth pulled up in a mischievous grin that did nothing to settle Mason’s raging hormones.
“I made a copy of a few of my favorites to show you. There’s more to her than you want to admit. More than we let her be when we’re blinded by the little girl we knew growing up.”
Mason didn’t bother to mention Rob’s threats about keeping their hands to themselves around her. The man had been right. They were too rough for his sister. Mason refused to disgrace the memory of his friend by betraying his wishes the moment he wasn’t there to enforce them.
“You can’t change my mind with some dirty pictures, Ty.”
“Fair enough. But, come on, take a look anyway. She has some good shit in here.”
Mason knew he should get up and leave but he was horny, male and only human. The first image Tyler displayed full screen kept him riveted to the chair. A blindfolded woman lay spread-eagled and tied with silk scarves to a mammoth king-sized bed. One man fed her his giant cock while the other knelt between her thighs as he plowed into her pussy.
In addition to arousal, a sense of loss rocked him. He’d never indulge in fantasies like these again. He couldn’t see having a threesome with anyone but Ty. Though they’d never touched each other during one of their liaisons with an adventurous woman, the act itself was a kind of sharing he couldn’t conceive of undertaking with someone other than his partner.
Ty had just flipped to the next file—a woman in a suspension harness flanked by several men with their cocks in hand—when something rustled behind him. They’d been so engrossed in the decadent imagery that they hadn’t noticed Lacey yawn and stretch.
She’d already made it most of the way to their spot by the computer before Ty started frantically clicking windows closed. Those little X’s in the corner must have been hard to hit accurately when most of his blood supply had ventured south because he’d only managed to get rid of a couple by the time she crossed the intimate space.
“You’re back.” Her sleep warmed arms looped around Mason’s neck in a fleeting embrace as she murmured, “Did either of you find anything?”
In an act of desperation, Mason gave in to his urges and stroked her hair, hoping to keep her face tucked against his chest while Ty hauled ass on Operation Hide-The-Smut but she didn’t hold the awkward position for more than a fraction of a second.
“What the… Are you guys looking at porn?”
Chapter Eight
“Busted.” Ty didn’t bother to conceal his lopsided grin.
“Did Rob ever use this computer?” Mason wanted to know.
“Are you asking if it’s my porn?” Lacey propped a hand on one hip and raised her eyebrow. Who were they to judge? The smell of cheap liquor and cheaper perfume billowed around them. And, if the hungry gleam in their eyes was anything to go by, they had enjoyed the fruits of her searches.
“Well, uh… Yeah. I guess that’s what I’m asking.” At least Mason had the good grace to clear his throat in chagrin.
Screw this. She was done hiding what she wanted most. Like she’d said to Ty before, life was too short to take detours. “Hell yes, it’s mine. Can’t a girl
“Yeah, no kidding.” The husky tone of Ty’s reply made it clear he sported a hard-on at least as painful as the one suddenly jeopardizing Mason’s zipper.
Graphic pictures of full-frontal male nudity were the least outrageous items in her bawdy collection. Most of the photos featured women being pleasured by multiple men in various ménage scenarios. A large percentage also depicted men engaged in salacious acts with other men—on their knees giving blow jobs, kissing, jerking off together and even having full anal intercourse. But the scores of BDSM scenes included in her fantasy repertoire fascinated him most.
Ty’s left hand dropped to his crotch, rearranging the notable bulge there while he navigated the mouse with his right hand. The corner of his mouth pulled up in a mischievous grin that did nothing to settle Mason’s raging hormones.
“I made a copy of a few of my favorites to show you. There’s more to her than you want to admit. More than we let her be when we’re blinded by the little girl we knew growing up.”
Mason didn’t bother to mention Rob’s threats about keeping their hands to themselves around her. The man had been right. They were too rough for his sister. Mason refused to disgrace the memory of his friend by betraying his wishes the moment he wasn’t there to enforce them.
“You can’t change my mind with some dirty pictures, Ty.”
“Fair enough. But, come on, take a look anyway. She has some good shit in here.”
Mason knew he should get up and leave but he was horny, male and only human. The first image Tyler displayed full screen kept him riveted to the chair. A blindfolded woman lay spread-eagled and tied with silk scarves to a mammoth king-sized bed. One man fed her his giant cock while the other knelt between her thighs as he plowed into her pussy.
In addition to arousal, a sense of loss rocked him. He’d never indulge in fantasies like these again. He couldn’t see having a threesome with anyone but Ty. Though they’d never touched each other during one of their liaisons with an adventurous woman, the act itself was a kind of sharing he couldn’t conceive of undertaking with someone other than his partner.
Ty had just flipped to the next file—a woman in a suspension harness flanked by several men with their cocks in hand—when something rustled behind him. They’d been so engrossed in the decadent imagery that they hadn’t noticed Lacey yawn and stretch.
She’d already made it most of the way to their spot by the computer before Ty started frantically clicking windows closed. Those little X’s in the corner must have been hard to hit accurately when most of his blood supply had ventured south because he’d only managed to get rid of a couple by the time she crossed the intimate space.
“You’re back.” Her sleep warmed arms looped around Mason’s neck in a fleeting embrace as she murmured, “Did either of you find anything?”
In an act of desperation, Mason gave in to his urges and stroked her hair, hoping to keep her face tucked against his chest while Ty hauled ass on Operation Hide-The-Smut but she didn’t hold the awkward position for more than a fraction of a second.
“What the… Are you guys looking at porn?”
Chapter Eight
“Busted.” Ty didn’t bother to conceal his lopsided grin.
“Did Rob ever use this computer?” Mason wanted to know.
“Are you asking if it’s my porn?” Lacey propped a hand on one hip and raised her eyebrow. Who were they to judge? The smell of cheap liquor and cheaper perfume billowed around them. And, if the hungry gleam in their eyes was anything to go by, they had enjoyed the fruits of her searches.
“Well, uh… Yeah. I guess that’s what I’m asking.” At least Mason had the good grace to clear his throat in chagrin.
Screw this. She was done hiding what she wanted most. Like she’d said to Ty before, life was too short to take detours. “Hell yes, it’s mine. Can’t a girl
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