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This was Jeanie’s fault. What happened this afternoon had
been too impulsive, too fast. Too fucking intense, yet nowhere near enough.
It’d left him aching for more. Desperate to prove he could feel that kind of
connection with someone else, anyone else but her.

“Yeah?” He paused his sweeping.

“You’re wasting your time, Tia. Maverick’s all tucked away
right now so that Jason can be a good boy for Dan and Jeanie. We’ll have to
wait until Colton’s shift tomorrow. He and Nolan would do it.” Heather’s voice
was laced with amusement as she regarded her friend. The two smirked as they
regarded Nolan and Jason.

“Don’t drag me into whatever this is you two are cooking.”
Nolan flung the towel on his shoulder and headed toward him.

“What’s up?” Jason asked.

“Well, we only have a couple of days left here before we
start college up again and we were hoping y’all would show us some of your
signature moves. You know, seeing as how neither of us ever gets over to the
club when y’all are there.”

The invitation buried not-so-subtly in her words slid
through Jason like a shot of good bourbon after a great smoke. There was little
doubt this would end with the two of them bent over and filled. They’d both
flashed their sexy assets for a few days now and he was finally in the mood to
do something about it.

“You know…” He made his way to the women and smirked when
their eyes widened and they gulped. Yeah, they’d poked the caged tiger and he
was about to break free. “Maverick’s best moves are off the stage but I bet you
two aren’t ready for that.”

Heather grabbed his shirt and dragged him forward until his
body rested against both of them. She ran her hand across his stomach and
looked over at Nolan. “Oh we’re ready. The real question is whether or not you
play nicely with others.”

“I play very well with others,” he whispered as he leaned
down and kissed Tia’s neck just below the ear. She emitted something resembling
a purr during a sigh and his dick hardened in response.

Nolan swept his arm around Heather and Jason knew there
wasn’t any turning back. Group play was a hell of a joy ride as long as you
went into it with your dick already hard. The mental gymnastics of seeing
another man and his goods getting serviced had a way of messing with the
libido.

This wasn’t Jason’s first rodeo though. He’d been saddling
unspent sexual frustration for weeks now and earlier today had awakened the
beast within him. Knowing he finally had an outlet—albeit it in a crappy
location—calmed the agitation racing through his veins. Need, raw and potent,
took root in his balls.

He looked around and motioned toward the back. “Let’s head
to the back. There are too many windows up here.”

The women giggled as they wound around the bar and headed to
the back prep area. Cases of supplies took up most of the space. There weren’t
many options for locations but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t as if he or
Nolan intended to take their time. He headed toward the walk-in cooler and
tugged the door open.

“In there?” Tia asked. She shivered against his side. “It’s
going to be too cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm, sweetheart.”

He half pushed, half dragged her into the space and claimed
her mouth before she could argue. The easiest way to shut down an argument was
kissing. She melted against him. Pliant lips followed his lead. He blocked out all
thoughts of Nolan and Heather and enjoyed the pleasure of her touch under his
shirt.

“I’ve wanted you so long,” she whispered.

Confessions like that weren’t something he needed to hear.
He didn’t want to hear anything, truth be told. He tugged her top over her head
and tasted the swell of her tits, which fit nicely in his hands when he cupped
them.

He pinched her nipples through the thin material. A soft
moan echoed through the frigid space. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” She clawed at the shirt he had no intention of
removing. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Please.”

To hell with it. He made quick work of his clothes and hers.
Icy air swept across his skin, his dick. The cooler wasn’t the most brilliant
location. He pumped his cock a few times and got on his knees. Evidence of her
arousal coated his finger when he slid it into her pussy. He swiped his tongue
across the same path and tasted her on his tongue.

She began rocking her hips when he fucked her hot channel
with his tongue. He held her in place and increased the tempo until her moans
became uncontrolled gasps between forced breaths. Knowing she was close kept
his dick hard. Pleasure gravitated to his balls.

“You taste too good,” he whispered. “I can’t wait.”

In his peripheral vision he noted Heather on her knees, her
head bobbing up and down as she pleasured Nolan’s dick. Whatever. He ignored
the scene unfolding on the other side of the cooler and lifted Tia’s slight
frame.

Her hands grasped his shoulders and her eyes widened.
“You’re so strong.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.”

He impaled her on his dick. The heat almost made him shoot
right then and there but he had every intention of enjoying her and her cohort
in crime. The two of them had tormented the shit out of him for weeks now.

He fucked her savagely, letting her help keep the frenzied
pace up. Each slide of her pussy down and then up his shaft made his balls
tighten a little more. His entire body shook with the added need of keeping her
in position for the intense fuck.

She came quickly, which he’d expected. He relished the
silent victory of first climax—a little game he and the guys played in times
like this. He kept her hips in place and walked to the wall. She gasped at the
cool impact of the cold surface on her back but said nothing else. Fingernails
dug into his flesh and he grimaced. What the fuck was up with chicks and their
nails?

The carnality of the situation made him fuck harder and
deeper. No foreplay, no niceties. He pulled her hair when she closed her eyes.
He wanted her to watch him take her—wanted her to know all she could do at this
point was focus on the flesh-on-flesh impact and the pleasure sweeping between
them.

Her second climax came on the heels of his. Their breaths
mingled in the brief aftermath. Tentative hands swept down his chest and arms.

“You were awesome.” Tia sighed. “I can’t wait to do this
again.”

Yeah, that wouldn’t happen. Jason smacked her on the ass
then rubbed the spot slowly. Euphoric from their fuck frenzy, she settled into
his side like a kitten with a belly full of warm milk. Damn if that didn’t make
him feel like a god.

Nolan glared at him from the other side of the cooler.
Heather diligently pumped his shaft with her hand while nibbling on his neck.
Ha. He’d been there before. Getting hard after you’ve seen another dude get off
wasn’t easy and it didn’t look as if it were going to happen for his buddy
tonight.

He swatted Tia’s sexy ass again. “Why don’t you go see if
you can help Nolan out? I bet that sexy mouth of yours will do wonders on his
dick.”

Her eyes widened slightly but she nodded mutely and padded
across the frigid room. Funny how he hadn’t noticed that the cooler was
downright cold until she’d stepped away. The zone didn’t feel the weather. It
was the weather.

His dick hardened as potential scenarios ran through his
mind. He could do the righteous thing and get dressed, let Nolan have his
action. Or he could make sure neither of the ladies forgot him anytime soon.

As if sensing his intent, Heather looked over at him. Desire
reflected in her gaze as it swept across his body and paused on his hard dick.
He moved to stand behind her and ran his hands down her bare back and across
her ass. Something about a woman’s curves made his dick throb every time. She
moaned when he thrust a couple fingers into her wet pussy.

Nolan had his head thrown back as the two women took turns
sucking his dick off. Jason thrust into Heather and allowed his groan of
satisfaction to fill the room. He lasted longer than he expected. She moved her
hips backward with each thrust. Satisfaction that he’d had both the women
hummed in his veins, a pulsating awareness he’d carry long after his release.

He allowed reality to return soon afterward. The two ladies
collapsed near the door, their heads resting on one another. Knowing he’d left
them that well-fucked made a huge chunk of his shitty day slide away.

“Wow.” Tia regarded him. “You’ve got game. I’ll give you
that, Maverick.”

He grinned. “Anytime you want more you know where to find
me.”

“Indeed.” She pushed herself up and helped Heather rise. The
two of them reached down and grabbed their clothes. “We’re going to go freshen
up real quick. We’ll meet y’all outside.”

The girls pushed the cooler open and headed out. The door
slammed shut with a thud that made Jason’s heart race. He looked around for his
jeans and dread pooled in his stomach. “Dude, where are our clothes?”

“Man, I don’t fucking know. You cock-blocked me.”

“It isn’t my fault if you can’t get it up when the time
comes.” Jason walked around the cooler. “Seriously, man. Where are the
clothes?”

Nolan shoved against the door. “Son of a bitch. It’s not
opening.”

“What?” Feminine laughter boomed from the other side of the
door. Jason couldn’t believe they’d locked the fucking door. He banged on the
metal surface. “Very funny, ladies. Open the door.”

“I think you need a time-out to cool that libido of yours,
Maverick. Maybe then you won’t go after my friend too.” Tia’s voice sounded
amused, smug.

Shock streamed through Jason. “Tia, this isn’t funny. Open the
door.”

“Oh, I disagree. This is very, very funny.” A bang from the
other side of the door made him and Nolan both jump. “Now you two don’t get too
lonely in there or someone might think the wrong thing.”

The refrigerant fan kicked on, drowning out any sound from
the other side. Nolan wrapped his hands around himself. “This fucking sucks.”

Yeah, and Jason wasn’t sure how long the ladies intended on
letting them cool down. Hopefully they’d return soon and they could all have a
good laugh over it. He was all for practical jokes but he couldn’t see anything
funny about two naked dudes locked in a cooler. His nuts shriveled under the
frigid air now that he didn’t have arousal to distract him.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed. Nolan managed to perch
himself on a crate and sleep. Either that or he was pretending in order to
avoid the awkwardness of the situation. Voices captured Jason’s attention and
he stood quickly as the door cracked open.

“Police. Hands in the air.”

Son of a bitch.

Jason blocked out the next few minutes as he went through
the motions with the police. Shock kept him obediently silent as he was cuffed
and escorted to the front of the bar he’d been entrusted with managing for the
evening. Crap.

Guilt and shame kept his gaze downward aside from a thankful
nod to a cop who draped a blanket around him. At least his dick wasn’t on
display anymore.

“I’m sorry for the hassle, Officer. I’ll take it from here.”
Jeanie’s voice punctured through the defensive bubble he’d effectively cast
around himself.

She waited for a few moments as the officers made their way
to the two women sitting at the table without a care in the world. “Really? The
cooler?”

Her disdain grated on his nerves.

“Like you said, I fuck anything with a pulse and tits. Might
as well prove you right.”

At the moment their gazes collided he was pretty sure he’d
been tried and found guilty of being the lowest life form possible. Her blonde
hair was tied haphazardly into a bun. A threadbare red shirt stretched across
otherwise unbound tits. A pair of black sweat pants hung loosely on her hips.
And damn if his dick didn’t get hard right then and there.

The accusation reflected in her gaze as it swept away from
him. The hurt resonated in her stance, on her face. He’d lost any moral compass
he had a long time ago where she was concerned. That was abundantly clear now.
He looked past her and saw Dan there in his wheelchair, taking in the situation
with that quiet way he had about him. Even though he didn’t say anything, Jason
knew he saw everything.

The man he’d known and respected was finally paying the fuck
attention to those around him. In a fucked-up way, today had done a small
measure of good maybe. He clung to that, planted it into the guilt in his gut
and waited for hell to break loose.

The two of them had danced around the unspoken, yet still
uncomfortable conversation for a hell of a long time. Tonight only proved it
was time for Jason to move on. He couldn’t hand the daily exchange with the two
of them—not until he got his shit together and moved on.

Hell he thought he had. Apparently not.

More importantly, neither had she. Today proved the bond
between them was still felt by both. No way in hell did Jason want to carry the
guilt of that with him. He needed to get some distance between them, let her
get on with her life.

It was the right thing to do.

He didn’t bother trying to break the guilt-ridden silence
with an apology. Instead he focused on the thud of footsteps and the slamming
of the bar door as everyone made their exit except for him, Jeanie and Dan.

“Do you have any idea how stupid this was?” Jeanie’s voice
was harshened by a rage he felt stronger than if she’d punched him.

“Let me take care of this, honey.” Dan maneuvered over in a
calm, collected manner. Something about the ease with which he handled it
grated on Jason’s last nerve but he remained steadfast in his resolve to take
what he had coming to him.

He’d fucked up. Plain and simple. He wasn’t about to turn
tail and run for the nearest exit even though it sure as hell would avoid a lot
of questions he’d prefer not to answer.