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will be my first trip hanging out with the swanky Hamptons set. I just don’t want to stand out like a sore thumb.”
    “No question, you’re going to stand out. There’s nothing you could wear that won’t have everyone’s attention.”
    Rory wondered for a moment what to say to that. As it happened, she didn’t have to say anything. “A sundress or walking shorts are fine for the regatta,” Jack continued, “but I plan to take the two of you to the opening gala, so pack something for evening also.”
    “Something for evening? Like a cocktail dress?”
    “I’m sure you’ve got one of those all-purpose little black numbers tucked in your closet somewhere.”
    Rory squirmed under the delicate slurps Spencer made on her ribs. The tiniest of whimpers eased over her bottom lip.
    Jack’s voice took a turn back toward that gritty tone that made Rory’s toes curl. “Can I help with anything else, Rory?”
    She managed to answer him somehow. “No.”
    “Spencer still being a bad boy?”
    Her pussy creamed and she heard Jack swallow hard on the other end of the line. That curious electricity wasn’t just with Spencer. “Umm…we’ll see you on Friday.”
    “Friday, yeah.” He paused for a second. Rory took a breath, ready to say good-bye, but there was more. “It’ll be a good time, I promise.”
    “With you, I don’t doubt it.” Spencer was pulling her panties over her hips. “Got to go now, Jack.”
    “Good-bye, Rory.”
    “Bye, Jack.” She closed her connection and peered over her partially exposed breasts at Spencer as he trailed his lips along the inside of her thigh.
    “Get what you needed?” Spencer asked, his mouth forming the words against her skin. He slipped two fingers into her wetness and looked up at her with a mischievous grin. “You sure had a lot to chat about.”
    “I bet you thought it was hilarious to make me sound like a dribbling idiot on the phone with him.”
    He scissored two fingers slightly and pulled her lips apart. “Baby, you’re dribbling all right.”
    Rory watched as he slurped up the juices glistening on his fingers. The pop of greedy suction made her insides clench with hunger.
    “Only I didn’t think it was hilarious. It was sexy as hell to watch you get all buzzed and slippery, trying to hold it together with him.” He nuzzled her clit with his nose and placed a soft openmouthed kiss on her entry. “Don’t worry, Jack had no idea what was cooking between these gorgeous legs of yours while you two discussed proper attire.”
    But he did know. Rory was sure of it. “I think he was getting off on the idea. He could hear it in my voice.”
    “I thought you said he was gay.”
    Rory shrugged. “He knew, and he liked it.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    By Friday afternoon, Spencer was bursting out of his skin with boredom. Hanging around the house with his bum ankle while Rory crammed her brain full of fun facts about sex was driving him mad. All he could do was count the hours until they were headed down Montauk Highway. The weekend stretched out in front of them with a heap of possibilities trespassing at the back of his mind. It had been that way since Jack had invited them. No matter how wrong Spencer told himself it was, Jack was there, lingering uninvited in his daydreams. Rory’s new fascination with his finger-sucking skills didn’t help. The idea of her watching him suck Jack off was more than he could stand without touching himself.
    His ringing cell phone was a welcome distraction. When he saw it was Jack, a mix of fear and excitement churned in his chest. With a grimace, he shook it off and snatched the phone from the counter. “Hey bud, what’s up?”
    “Ready for some fun in the sun?”
    “Rory sure is looking forward to it. I think she’s packing everything in sight. What time should we head out there?”
    “I’m sending a car to come get you two; should be there in about an hour. There’s no way you want to be sitting in that Hamptons