![]() ![]() ![]() It’s overwhelming…and I realize I may not have to imagine it after all. I imagine being some girl in a bar, being picked up by two men as big and strong and sexy as these two. I had no idea that Blue was kinky enough to watch a couple have sex-although he’s been plenty kinky in other ways with just me and him. The room feels twenty degrees hotter as testosterone and arousal swirl in the air. “Some girls like an audience,” West says, the drawl in his voice more pronounced. There are, what? Two men for every woman there. We’d get a night off and head to the bar near base. The words come out in a rush, and I know from the sultry, smug looks on their faces that I’m right. So intimate it makes me wonder if they’ve ever done more than tease. ![]() It’s some kind of tease, an extension of their friendly competitiveness, natural and somehow intimate. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I think he likes it. He’s watching me, lids low, a dark expression on his face. For the first time since he showed up, lust flashes across his face. Instead his gaze drops to where Blue’s hand is on my a$. They have a competitive camaraderie that is fun to be around. ![]()
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