pillowcase.
“Holy shit,” I heard Rich whisper like a virgin. I don’t know why he bothered to conceal his presence.
Braxton knew we were here.
She planned this.
I watched her ass and tits jiggle every time she moved her hips. My pillow was providing the friction her clit needed as she rode it like a professional jockey. She was at the perfect angle for me to see everything while she performed like we weren’t even here. Hell yes.
“What the hell is she doing?” Houston asked no one in particular.
Without taking my eyes off Braxton, I answered my best friend. “She’s upping the ante.”
I was willing to give whatever at this point to make her mine.
Ours.
Whatever.
I wanted to move in closer, maybe touch her or join in. I knew the second I did that it would be over, so I stayed put.
Meanwhile, Braxton sped up her pace, her cries becoming more desperate as she humped my pillow with reckless abandon. Her small hands clutched the casing, her nails digging in as she held on for dear life.
The only thing that could make this moment more perfect was if she were sitting on my face and not my pillow. Swallowing when my mouth-watered, I admired the moonlight washing over her and the sweat glistening on her skin.
If this was her way of punishing me, she could count on more trouble.
The closer she drew to her orgasm, the more captivated I became. And when she finally reached her peak, I was hard enough to break a brick.
The three of us looked on as she slumped on the couch, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. She wasn’t at all shy or bothered by her nakedness even though we stood fully clothed.
A minute or two must have passed, and no one said a goddamn word. I think Houston and Rich were as speechless as I was. Maybe even more so since they didn’t know the reason behind her stunt.
When she could trust her legs again, Braxton stood, grabbed my pillow, and tossed it at my feet. While she disappeared inside the bunks, I stared at my pillow, admiring the wet spot she’d left behind.
Touché.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up.
Loren was too loose a cannon and a terrible influence. He made me want to throw caution to the wind and beg Braxton to give us a second chance.
We hadn’t come to that part of the plan yet.
Right now, we were trying to make her see that she didn’t want to be without us. I knew whatever the reason for Braxton’s behavior tonight, Loren was behind it. And with him off his leash, for every step forward, we were bound to take two steps back.
I heard the shower running when I pushed inside the bunk area and knew Braxton was washing away the remnants of her private show. Spotting a scrap of purple lace on the floor, I swooped them up just as Loren pushed through the door. Feeling my fingers brush something white and sticky, I immediately tossed the material away.
“What the—is that jizz?” I yelped.
Staring at the lace hanging from the toe of Loren’s boot now, I realized they were Braxton’s panties. Why was there cum on Braxton’s panties? I was pissed off, wondering who it had come from since it sure as fuck hadn’t been me. It couldn’t have been Houston or Loren either since we were all in the doghouse together. I don’t recall ever being this angry as I considered the possibility that Braxton had fucked someone else.
I didn’t realize I was storming toward the bathroom, ready to interrupt Braxton’s shower, until Loren caught me.
“Relax, man. It’s mine.”
Whirling on him, I shoved him back. “How did your cum get on Braxton’s panties?”
“As much as I wish it was what you think, it’s not, so chill. I used them last night.”
“You used them,” I echoed. I waited for him to explain.
Loren’s face balled up in irritation. “I beat my dick and nutted in them, bro. You want a fucking play-by-play?”
“So you left them for her to find, and that’s why she put on that show?”
“Not quite.” Loren scratched his fucked-up head while I waited for the other shoe to drop. “She kind of saw me, and that’s the reason for her show.” I didn’t realize my desire to hit him until I’d already bloodied his nose. “What the hell was that for?” he had the nerve to shout.
Gripping his collar with both hands, I