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Obviously caught up in the bizarre moment, Gallo didn’t waste much time with niceties. He slathered more lube on his hard shaft, pressed the crown of his cock head against the tight pucker of Austin’s anus. Austin’s head came up the instant he realized Michael’s intention, but before they could discuss it, Michael pushed his thick cock into the taut opening. He had a good grip on Austin’s hips, thrust forward steadily as he pulled Austin’s butt against his thighs.

“Fucking dear Christly God in heaven, Jesus, Gallo. You have a freakin’ fence post hangin’ between your legs.”

Michael didn’t stop, but he did slow down. Then, he hit an easy rhythm as he pumped deep into Austin. “Man, if I knew you’d feel this good before—”

Wallis was dumbfounded as she realized Michael was actually fucking Austin, even more so to realize she’d buried two fingers deep into her pussy, and was about to come. “Omigod, Michael, fuck him for me. I’m gonna come—come with me! Now!”

When Michael looked over to see Wallis bringing herself off, he lost what little control he’d kept, and plowed Austin to the hilt. He roared as he shot his load into Austin’s tight canal, the same moment Wallis shrieked as she brought herself to orgasm.

Michael leaned forward and rested on Austin’s back, as Wallis collapsed back on the chaise, her casted leg falling to the side.

Austin came up on his hands. “Oh, bullshit. You guys aren’t finished with this.”

He slid out from under Michael’s weight, pushed the big guy onto his back. He kissed the dark man, long and deep, rolled him onto his stomach.

“Whoa, fella, what’s up?”

“My cock is up, that’s what. Fair is fair. My turn.” Austin pulled Michael onto his hands and knees, reached between his legs and caressed his balls. He flipped the cap on the lube, dripped the slippery stuff down the crevice of Michael’s ass. Michael had more hair than Austin, and the massage-like strokes left dark swirls. He took a bit more time with Michael, spreading the cheeks of his ass, massaging more lube into the virgin sphincter. When Michael finally caught his breath, Austin pierced Michael’s hole, and worked his finger deep.

Michael groaned, dropped his forehead to the mattress. “
Mmm
, damn, that feels different.”

Austin looked over at Wallis. She was trying to watch, but she could feel her eyelids grow heavier and heavier. “Girl, don’t you even
think
about falling asleep. You started this game, and you’ll stay for the ride. Work that pussy. I want to see you play with it. I want to watch you come—and, baby, I’ll know if you try to fake it.”

Wallis’s eyes indeed opened wider at his forceful tone. Is that my sweet Austin? Giving me orders? She pulled herself together. “
Yessir
. Aye, aye,
Capitán
.”

Austin continued to work his finger, then two fingers, into Michael’s ass. He added more lube, then anointed his own crown and shaft. Michael’s cock was just a hair shorter but thicker. Austin had some serious length to his. And after he pressed his cock head into Michael, breaking through the tight ring, he drove every bit of that length into his friend’s channel.

Michael’s spine stiffened, and his head rose. “Oh, man, Coop, Jesus sweet Christ. Damn, if Wallis can take you, so can I. Fuck me, man. Grab my balls, and fuck me.”

To Wallis’s surprise, not only did Michael want to be plowed hard, he was jacking his own cock, which looked rigid again.
Christ on a cracker, the man is a damned machine
.

Austin pushed their voyeuristic cruise director. “Wallis, honey, you’re slow to the party. Play with that pussy, work that clit. There’s no way I’m gonna last long with this vise clamped on my dick. I’m gonna come, baby, any minute now.”

Wallis didn’t know if she had any more to give, but she started it, so she needed to see the thing through. She fingered herself harder than she ever had, nearly to the point of causing pain.
My clit is never going to forgive me
. As she played, Austin’s thrusts became closer together, looked like he was slamming deeper.

All of a sudden, Michael roared as he came for the third time.

“Oh man,
oh shit
, I can’t hold off, he’s milking me, I can’t wait—” Austin pounded Michael with such force he nearly lifted him off the bed.

That did it for Wallis. Her pussy exploded with tsunami-like shock waves, as she came for the third and last time.

 

***

 

With muscles cramped and complaining, Theo toppled from the flat landscaping boulder he’d been perched on for what felt like hours. Both hands covered his mouth tightly, so he didn’t give himself away with the scream that had been building.

He’d been grateful to discover that Wallis’s bedroom was on the ground floor, as well as being on the dark side of the house. Using his high-powered binoculars at close range as he perched on the rock, Theo could see most of the action through the ultra-sheer summer drapes covering the windows in Wallis’s room.

He groped in his pocket for his inhaler, took half a hit, hoped he didn’t overdose and collapse. He’d already used it three times, as his body reacted to the sexual action between the three partners. He’d even forgotten to count, which seriously messed him up.

Omigod, omigod, omigod
. He’d only ever read about the sort of unnatural sexual acts he’d witnessed tonight, studied such things on the Internet. Two men and a woman at the same time. Two men, together? He knew that sodomy was a sin of the worst sort, knew it from experience. He’d been convinced the men in those nasty movies, the porn videos only pretended to be gay. He’d convinced himself what happened on the porn sites was all acting, like WWE wrestling. All choreographed.
This was real
! What happened tonight, everything he’d seen right in front of him,
was real
!

When the overhead light came on in the bedroom, he scuttled to the dark side of the boulder, hands over mouth, binoculars hanging from his neck, His knees folded up to his chest, which pressed the binoculars painfully into his flesh.

If Theo removed his hands, the shriek would fly out of his mouth, then race around in the still night air like the wail of a banshee, resulting in his capture. As it was, he was already hyperventilating.

Omigod
, what if those two men caught him? They would pound him into pulp. They might even try to fuck him to death!

Deep breath, count to five. Dressed, they were impressive. Naked, they were awesome. Especially the dark guy, the one who looked like a fighter. And their penises,
omigod
, their penises were so huge. And stiff. And they had orgasms. Three of them. Each. So did the woman. At least, he thought she did. She moaned and groaned and screamed like the whores on the Internet sites when they had orgasms.

He slid one hand away from his mouth. Counted to five. Took away the other hand. Counted to five. He was under control. He breathed, deeply.
I’m all right now
.

A short time later, the overhead light went out in Wallis’s room. Taking what he thought was a huge risk, he climbed onto the boulder again, took another look. As the blond man reached over to shut off the reading lamp, Theo counted all three in Wallis’s bed. She was turned toward the dark man, Michael, her head on his chest, looking as if she was already asleep. He assumed Austin, the blond man, would be spooning against her from the other side.

They should be exhausted. They won’t hear me leave. My vehicle is quiet, stealthy, not loud and obnoxious like the truck those men drive.

I’ll be back before they wake.

Let the real games begin
.

 

***

 

Both pagers went off well before the trio intended to rise. Wallis opened one eye so she could see what was going on, but she refused to move. Various body parts ached from last night’s excesses, but she’d finally gotten her leg settled. At the moment, she was supremely comfortable.

Austin shut off both pagers, then left the room to call in. He returned to the bedroom, shoved Michael. “C’mon, sleeping beauty. We gotta go.”

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Way.”

Michael sat up, his eyes still unfocused, rubbed his eyes, blinked. The sheet barely covered his manhood. “You can’t be fucking serious. We just fucking a-well got to sleep.”

“You’re beginning to sound like Wallis. Y’know, Little Miss Trash Mouth.”

Wallis slid a hand from under the bedclothes to flip Austin the bird.

He grinned and threw a kiss at her, before he turned his attention back to Michael. “Yeah, well, Gallo,
you
can be the one to tell the crew
why
we didn’t take advantage of our time off to sleep.”

“Bugger off.”

“Nice. We still gotta go.”

Wallis finally rose up on an elbow. “Christ on a cracker, enough with the two of you. What in bloody blue hell is going on?”

Austin had returned half dressed, zipping up his pants. He sat on the chaise to pull on his socks. “Another missing woman. A movie usher left after her midnight shift ended, didn’t make it home—in two years, it never took her longer than fifteen minutes to drive home. Twenty-three years old, moved back in with her parents to save money. Pretty girl. Red hair. Blue eyes. Big smile for everyone.”

Wallis shook her head. “
Ah
, fuck.”

Michael rose, still naked. “Where did she go missing?”

Talking over his shoulder, Austin headed out of the room to finish dressing. “About two blocks from where we went to dinner last evening.”

With a groan, Wallis threw the blankets off her cast, swung to the edge of the bed. “All right, I’m up.”

Graced with a great view of Michael’s naked ass as he followed Austin out of her bedroom, she sighed deeply, going for dramatic effect.

Michael spoke over his shoulder. “Stop ogling me in that tone of voice.”

“Well then, stop walking around nekkid.”

Then, never being one to mince words, Wallis called the ball. “Hey, guys. Before you leave, I need to say this. Last night was totally incredible, even
before
the pain meds kicked in. Are you both okay with what happened? And the three of us? Are we okay?”

Both men returned, one half-dressed, one naked. Their combined bulk was wider than the entire doorway. They glanced at each other then nodded.

Austin answered for the both of them, while Michael left to pull on his clothes. “Yeah, baby, we’re okay. And, yes, we did…things…we’d consider doing again, as long as you were up for it, too. All right?”

“That’s wicked awesome. I love you guys.”

“Love you, too, baby. Look, Gallo and I need to get moving. You don’t. Why don’t you sleep in this morning?”

“Because something’s been bothering me about these cases, and I need to do some research. I can’t help out in the field, but maybe I can help from here. There’s a certifiable crazy out there, killing women. I worry about you both being in the line of fire.”

“We’re BCI. We don’t get in the line of fire.”

“Oh, yeah, right, sport. That makes me feel all warm and cozy.” She pointed at her casted leg. “I’m BCI, too. I wasn’t supposed to be in the line of fire, either. Remember?”

 

 

Chapter Six

 

 

“Glennon, I need your help.”

Wallis sat behind her desk, stared at the handsome man taking up the pixels on her oversized twenty-one inch laptop screen. She had her leg propped up on a hassock, an extra pillow under the cast.

“Wallis, for you, anything. What do you need, sweet thing?” His smile lit up the display.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, don’t laugh, but I think I have a line on a serial murderer. At least, I have an idea. You’re the only one with a wide enough data net to find the connection. Maybe.”

His expression went from sociable to serious. “Serial murderer?”

“Three women. One a month for three months. Austin and Michael found the third victim a few days ago. Another girl went missing last night. Nothing official yet, but I’m thinking she’s another victim of this guy—only she would be the fourth, and the time frame is too short. There’s a possibility it’s not the same perp.”

“Coop and Gallo, what’s their take?”

“They agree with my theory of a possible pattern. Again, I have nothing official. Seems like everyone wants to avoid panic in the streets. I guess I kinda understand where they’re comin’ from, but I’m thinking these incidents are not isolated, and the neighboring towns should be warned. Glennon, I feel it in my gut—he’s killed more than these three, maybe four. Trouble is, no one’s made the connection.”

“Understood. So, what would you like me to do?”

She cleared her throat, knowing what she was about to ask was a huge undertaking. “Search as many data bases as possible, using the variables I’m forwarding to you. Three young women abducted—assume murdered—one a month for three consecutive months, all within a thirty-mile radius. Then, nothing. I’m not sure how this fourth missing woman fits in, if at all.”

“Wallis, what are you suggesting, so I know we’re both on the same page.”

Taking another deep breath, she committed. “Here it is, then. I’m thinking there are more trios of abductions and homicides. What if the killer strikes in sets of three then moves on. Enough to get the attention of the cops, then he stops. If he’s careful, the cases go cold. End of investigation. He’s already become someone else’s headache.”

Glennon was quiet for a moment. She could see him tapping a letter opener against the top of his desk. “All right. So, we’re looking for someone who travels easily. Maybe a long-haul truck driver, a construction specialist that works big projects. Maybe a salesman of some description. Photographer, journalist. Someone who wouldn’t seem out of place showing up in new areas. Someone who is comfortable changing locations.”

Whew, he’s going with it. Doesn’t think I’m a lunatic—at least, not yet
. “Exactly. I’m sure the killer is a man, someone with a huge surplus of anger. He doesn’t just kill. He tortures then humiliates his victims. But, he’s a chameleon—someone who fits in without too much effort. Your victim search should highlight young women, age twenty to thirty, pretty, reddish hair, blue eyes.”

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