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Holding her down as he slammed into her, he felt her strain under him and then her hands were on his back as her nails raked him, the sting of her scratches making him hiss in pain and pissing him off. He rose, pulling her arms roughly from around him and pinned them over the edge of the bed. She sneered at him and he threw himself down on her again, burying his face in her neck as he pounded into her, trying to fuck her hard enough to hurt her, as she hurt him, holding her hands tight over the edge of the bed.

He could feel his orgasm coming, his irritation adding fuel to his fire. Perhaps sensing his approaching release, she began moving under him, squirming and straining. “Come on! Give it to me! Harder!”

He heard the heavy rumble of a motorcycle pull up and fall silent outside, but he was too close to his climax to stop now. Breathing hard he continued to slam into her, reaching for his release.

“Shit, fuck!” she gasped. “I’m going to come again. You’re going to make me come again.”

Hearing her breathy exclamation added to the growing pressure in his loins. “I’m going to come,” he panted releasing her hands and pushing himself up.

Her hands traveled up his body, squeegeeing the sweat from his chest before twisting his hair up in her hands. “I want you to come hard! Fill me with your fucking come!” She acted as if she was going to say more but her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh…
fuck!
I’m coming again,” She went still and tense, holding him as her eyes squinted closed. “Still coming,” she mewled out as she seemed to twist in on herself.

Watching her fall into another orgasm, her skin aglow with sweat, her face a twisted mask of pleasure as she curled up and jerked softly, pushed him over the edge. With a shudder, his orgasm took him, burning through him as he held himself deep inside of her before collapsing on her, holding her tight, wanting to feel the closeness. As his orgasm washed away he relaxed into her with a sigh, the body satisfied but the soul still wanting.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Stiles swung his leg over his Harley just as the woman inside of Treble’s RV cried out in pleasure. He shook his head and grinned. It was only a few minutes after six and Treble was already giving some woman the horn, and he wondered if it was Lindy.

He debated waiting outside, but he was tired and needed to piss, and Treble could be hours yet. It wouldn’t be the first time he had walked in on Treble fucking someone.
Hell, it’s hard not to walk in on him fucking someone, since that seems to be all he does.
He rapped on the door solidly then opened it and stepped in.

“Don’t mind me. I just need to take a leak.” He grinned as a sweaty Treble and some woman he had seen before, but whose name he couldn’t recall, looked at him from the bed at the back of the RV. They were locked in a tight embrace, and he could see them only to just below her breasts, but there was no doubt what they were doing.

Treble pulled out of Marci and rolled off of her as Stiles walked toward them then turned into the bath. He looked at her and smiled in bemusement, Marci giggling as she rose up and kissed him soundly.

“That’s the Treble I remember,” she purred seductively. “It took you longer to warm up this time than normal, but it was worth it. You get better every time we fuck. I wish I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow. I would like to have another taste in the morning.”

“Sorry,” Treble said, kissing her softly. “I have to work, too.”

“Night’s still young,” she murmured as the toilet flushed and Stiles stepped out into the hall.

“I’ll wait outside until you’re done,” he said as he turned away.

“Why don’t you join us?” Marci suggested, turning away from Treble to show Stiles her breasts. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a threesome…and you look like someone who knows how to please a woman. We’ll see which of you two is the best fucker.” She looked at Treble and blew him a kiss. “J. J. has set the bar pretty high. You think you can do better?”

Stiles looked at her a moment. She was certainly sexy enough, and her shining skin and sex tousled appearance made her even more appealing. Maybe she was just what he needed to take his mind of Bridget.

“I can clean up first if you don’t want sloppy seconds,” she encouraged, rising off the bed and moving suggestively toward him.

Stiles allowed her to melt into his arms and kiss him. He wanted to feel something, to feel the heat and rush of passion that he felt with Bridget, wanted to release his darkness on this woman and fuck her into submission, to pound into her until she begged him to stop. But he felt nothing.

“Sorry, love,” he said, slowly pushing her away. “Maybe another time.” He could tell she took it as a slap in the face, but that was her problem.

Treble appeared behind her, his cock still hard but slowly deflating. “Nothing personal. Stiles here is on the wagon. I’ve called Uber for you. It should be here in about ten minutes.”

“Just like that, you’re kicking me out on my ass?” she demanded.

“I need to talk to Stiles. Nothing personal.”

“Nothing personal about fucking me then kicking me out? It feels personal to me.”

“Look,” Treble said, his voice becoming hard. “You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted. You said you couldn’t spend the night anyway, so what are you pissing and moaning about?”

“I just don’t like being kicked out on my ass like I’m nothing but a hole, all right?”

Treble felt bad for how he was treating her, but not bad enough to back down. He leaned in and kissed her softly as a compromise. “Nothing like that. I’ll call you later, okay? Stiles and I have some business.”

She looked between the two men and then shoved Treble out of the way as she stomped into the bedroom and began to quickly dressing. “I hope you and your hand are good friends because you’re never sticking that thing in me again.”

Treble shrugged. “Have it your way.”

She stomped past and out the door, slamming it hard behind her.

“Sorry,” Stiles said. “I could have waited outside.”

“No. It’s okay. I’m glad to be rid of her.”

“Oh? It’s still early, and what happened to Lindy?”

“Yeah, I know, but after I got her here, I realized I wasn’t in the mood for her shit.”

Stiles arched an eyebrow as Treble turned and returned to his bedroom to dress. “What shit is that?”

“I don’t know. I just wasn’t feeling it tonight,” Treble said as he turned into the bathroom to remove his condom and clean himself up with a damp cloth.

“And Lindy?”

Treble snorted as he stepped out of the bathroom. “That bitch is nothing but trouble. Thursday night she was all sweetness and light. By Saturday she had clamped her pussy so tightly shut Wells Fargo would have been proud. Who needs that?”

Stiles snickered. “What did you do?”

“Me? Nothing! I didn’t do a goddamn thing! I called her Friday for lunch, just to spend time with her like you said. She couldn’t go because of same lame ass excuse about the air conditioner being broken. Then she wouldn’t answer my call Friday night, and when she did finally answer Saturday, she was the fucking frozen witch of the north.”

“So you gave her the boot?”

“No,” Treble said as his head popped out of his shirt. “She gave it to me. It wouldn’t be so bad except I didn’t
do
anything to deserve it. I was treating her, well, better than most women. I was better off before, when women were for only one thing: fucking.”

Stiles paused, thinking. “So she wasn’t just for fucking?”

Treble pulled two beers from the fridge and offered one to Stiles. “I don’t know, man. I liked her, okay? I told you that. But I’m not going to grovel for her. Fuck that!”

“Have you called her since Saturday?”

“Fuck no!”

“Why?”

“Why should I? She made it pretty fucking clear what she thought of me. Why are you busting my chops?”

“I’m not busting your chops.”

“Sounds like it to me.”

“I’m just asking questions.”

“Well, they’re stupid questions.” Treble took a long pull from his beer. “I’ll be fucked before I let a woman turn me into a monk.”

“And yet, you had a damn sexy woman here tonight that you couldn’t seem to wait to get rid of. Why is that?”

“Beats the fuck out of me. Stupid, I guess.” Treble paused. “Actually, it was because she was annoying the shit out of me. I just wanted to fuck and she wouldn’t shut the hell up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Nothing. Just okay.”

“If you have something to say, just say it. I’m not in the mood for your kung fu-y mystical bullshit tonight.”

“I was just wondering if the reason, what was her name?”

“Marci.”

“I was just wondering if the reason Marci annoyed you was because she wasn’t Lindy.”

“That’s just stupid,” Treble snapped. “I’m not in love with Lindy. Besides, you are hardly the one to be giving love advice. Just because you got tired of women doesn’t mean that I have.”

“Is that what you think, Treble J?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? When was the last time you got laid?”

“Friday.”

“Of what year?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m serious man! When did you last have some pussy?”

“Friday morning. The problem with you, Treble, is you don’t know
shit!
I haven’t given up women. I’ve just gone exclusive. I found someone and fell in love with her. So don’t give me any shit about not knowing what I’m talking about. I know that—”

“Wait!” Treble called, interrupting Stiles. “You’ve fallen in love? With who?”

“None of your
fucking
business!”

“Whoa! Calm down. I didn’t know. Come on, McCoy, who is it? Anyone I know?”

“No.” Stiles thought a moment and then decided that Treble deserved to know. It was why he was here after all, to talk to him about what he wanted to do. But Treble was pissing him off with his attitude. He would give anything to have another chance with Bridget, and Treble might be pissing away his chance with Lindy because he was too fucking stupid to see what was right in front of his face and too damn proud to fight for it.

“Stiles, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say anything? I thought you had gone gay or something.”

“I couldn’t. She’s engaged to another man.”

“Whoa! Damn, man! What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t. She wasn’t engaged when we met. Then, well, things happened.”

“Do I know her?”

“Bridget Willis.”

“Lindy’s sister? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t she getting married next week?”

“Saturday.”

“Shit, man. What are you going to do?”

“I broke it off Friday.”

“Is that why you disappeared?”

“Yeah. I needed some time to think.”

“You loved her?”

“Still do.”

“Did you tell her?”

Stiles looked at Treble in annoyance. “Of course I told her.”

“Does she love you?”

“She said she does.”

“And she is still going to marry the other guy? That doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t. I don’t know what her problem is. She won’t tell him. She keeps saying she will, but then there is always some excuse. Now she wants to run away with me.”

“So do it.”

“I can’t do that, Treble.”

“Why not? If you love her and she loves you…”

“Does she love me, though? That’s the question. If she really loved me, she would end it with Terry. Until she does, how can I be sure?”

Treble scratched the side of his face. Stiles’ argument made a certain amount of sense, but on the other hand, leaving the other dude behind would certainly be sticking a fork in that relationship. “I guess I can see your point. But the way I see it, sometimes you’ve got to risk it all.”

“I know, but it’s not right. It’s not fair to Terry or me. She needs to make up her fucking mind. But since she can’t do that, I’ve made it up for her.”

“I’m sorry, man. I really am.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. I think it’s time the Aces move on.”

Treble felt his stomach sink. He liked Charlotte and didn’t want to leave. “What? Why?”

“The block thrower for one thing. We have always moved on after we complete a contract like that.”

“Yeah, I know. But the cops think this is an accident. Colin set this up real sweet and we caught him in the act. We didn’t even have to cover our tracks. The stupid fuck had the block right there, so we just left it where we found it.”