He pocketed the camera. "What? We're going to just let her come along?"
Packer stared at him. "Christ, you're a thick one."
"Oh, fuck off, mate. She was good when I explained about you, but this is... Well, she's here."
"Did you see her legs? Her ass? This is a good thing." Packer thought about everything in the lowest terms. Adrian wasn't sure he could be that easy.
"Of course I saw her ass." Sort of. He thought. He'd more been more just staring at her hair, those boots.
"Well, she's got 'em. You never told me." Packer reached out under the table and touched his knee. "You have to think about this. Can you let her walk off like that?"
He sighed, met Packer's eyes. "I can't fucking believe she just showed up here. Hell, I don't even know how she got into the damn room." Not only that, but he had to ride tonight.
"She's your wife." Packer stood up, tossing some bills on the table. "You're acting a right wanker, Chook."
"She already left cash, mate." And the food wasn't even there yet.
Damn it.
Things were always getting fucking complicated.
"'
nother drink, beautiful girl?"
Some pretty-pretty man with pale blue eyes and blond curls smiled at her, finger sliding along her exposed collarbone, and Calleigh nodded. "Please."
She'd cried for an hour, slept for ten, then she'd gotten a massage and a facial. Her flight home wasn't for two more days and she wasn't going to hide in her room, damn it. This was her vacation. The little girl at the casino boutique had helped her pick out a new dress -- a jeweled, emerald green halter with a tiny little gauzy skirt that showed off her belly button jewelry and the tattoo she'd gotten over spring break. Add that to a great pair of black pumps and stockings that hugged her thighs, and she hadn't lacked for a second of attention.
Her head was up and she'd been dancing with a pair of beautiful Brazilian men before this lovely blond had offered to buy her a drink.
Fuck Adrian. She didn't have to beg for attention. Damn it.
Something pretty and pink was handed to her, and she took it, murmuring her thanks.
"Anything, beautiful." That touch came again and she blushed.
That drink went down easily and he took her hand. "Eduardo and Matteo and me, we want to dance with you again."
And off she went. The lights were swirling, the music driving, and the hard bodies around her were all interested. Eager.
Appreciating her.
Wanting her.
It was almost perfect, but almost perfect was good enough. She danced, her head falling back, her arms rising up, and those Brazilian boys could shake it. Hard. Someone lifted her up and somehow she was on a bar, the lights going crazy, and she was moving, hips rolling.
There was hooting and hollering and catcalls, and she closed her eyes, letting the music have her. At least until the world tilted when someone snatched her off the bar, her tummy landing on a broad shoulder.
"Hey!" She beat on a fine, muscled back. "Let me go!"
"No. What the Hell are you thinking, Calleigh?" Adrian. It was Adrian.
"What? I was dancing!" She relaxed for about a second, before she remembered she'd left him. "Let me go!"
"You were dancing. You're not now." She bounced when he hefted her to keep her from sliding.
"Careful!" She couldn't kick too much without her everything falling out. "Adrian! You're not listening to me!"
"Nope. Tried that. You walked off." Oh, he was doing the caveman thing really well. His hands were like iron bands around her thighs and that was making her a little dizzy, a lot wet.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Up to my room." He grunted when someone almost smacked into them.
"Put me down!" His hands were sliding up her thighs, and she started wiggling.
The security guard stopped them on the way to the elevator. "Is everything okay?"
"Yessir." Adrian chuckled, sounding completely normal. "She's my wife. She was trying to make me jealous. It worked."
"Ah. Have a good evening, sir." The bastard laughed!
"Hey!" Calleigh tried to breathe enough to talk.
Someone was holding the elevator and Adrian went right in. Adrian smacked her butt a little. "You hush."
She gasped and whapped him back. "Asshole!" God, he smelled good.
A low chuckle sent shivers up her spine even as Adrian rubbed the spot he'd hit. Packer. It had to be Packer who'd held the door.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I was having a good time..."
"You were? It looked like you were taking bids." The bell dinged, and Adrian hit the hallway, her body bouncing with his every step.
"What the fuck do you care? Let me down!"
Packer was following right behind, cock hard, evident in his tight Wranglers.
"Oh, now, you're the one who didn't give me time to even think about things! I want to come with you, she says, and then takes off her ring and walks off." Adrian waited for Packer to open the door before striding into the hotel room and dumping her on the big king bed.
She pushed right up, determined to just walk back out. Deal with this shit on her own. Cope.
Adrian planted a hand against her chest, the heel of his hand covering her left nipple. "No. We're going to chat."
Her nipple went hard like whoa, and she saw him grin, saw that he felt it. Jesus, that pissed her off. She slapped his hand away, ignoring the way that her top scraped over her breasts, bared her a little. "Fuck you."
"Now you're talking, baby." Adrian grabbed her by the shoulders, yanking her up against him. Then he kissed her senseless, like he hadn't since they were first married.
Oh, god. He felt like Heaven, hard and solid against her, one thigh pressing between her legs. She didn't know what to do, but her body did. Her body wanted him to touch her.
He did, too. His hands slid down to push her up by her butt, his hips rolling against hers. He was hard, really hard. For her.
She lost one shoe, so she hooked her leg around Adrian's hip, dragging them together. She distantly noticed as Adrian's hat went flying, then his fingers found her garter belt, her G-string, and it just didn't matter. He pushed her back down against the bed, pushing between her spread legs. Even through his jeans, she could feel him, rubbing up and back against her.
She growled when she felt the elastic bit of her G-string let go, but his fingers pushed against her, and Calleigh thought she'd just make him buy her another pair. Then his thumb found her clit and she arched, heels digging into the mattress.
A rough sound pushed out of him, but he didn't ruin it with talking. He just kissed her again, his fingers working her, making her want to scream. When he pulled back, she reached for him, but he only left long enough to undo his jeans.
He was still mostly dressed when he pushed inside her, fucking her with deep, strong strokes that she couldn't begin to argue with.
Calleigh couldn't remember the last time he'd been this desperate for her. Maybe he never had been. He was now, slamming into her, his lips latching on to her neck to suck up a mark.
"Adrian..." She was going to scream, it was so big. So hot.
"Yeah, baby. Oh." His skin slapped against hers, his balls pushing at her with every thrust. His hips managed this little slip and slide and he was nudging her clit with each thrust, driving her higher and higher and higher. She just needed a little more. Just a little.
She got it. Adrian yanked her up, sliding against her, his cock so deep inside she thought they'd never get apart again. Calleigh sobbed and came apart, the room spinning as her orgasm flooded her.
Adrian groaned, so rough and deep that his chest vibrated against her breasts. Then he came for her, filling her deep, wet, and good.
She rested her forehead on his shoulder, the shirt still smelling a little like spray starch.
Oh, god.
He never said a word, just stroked her back, his big hand soothing. Warm.
She took a deep breath, feeling like she could, for the first time in months. Everything was kind of sparkly and perfect, at least until someone chuckled, someone who wasn't Adrian.
"Oi. You're over each other, all right. Broken up for good." Packer snorted. "My arse."
***
Packer sat in the most uncomfortable hotel easy chair on earth and watched Calleigh and Adrian scramble to cover themselves. That was right amusing, considering how much he'd seen of Adrian over the last years.
Finally Calleigh gave up and hightailed it to the bathroom, stumbling along in that little tiny bit of dress. Like they were newly met and still deep in lust. Over each other. Adrian had thrown a wobbly about Calleigh showing up, but the moment he'd seen her dancing with the Brazilian boys, Adrian had lost his shit.
Packer just stared, one hand on his crotch, rubbing a little. Mostly it was an absent movement, but it could have some intent at any moment. They'd gone at it hammer and tongs, his boy and the pretty lady.
Adrian looked over at him, gave him a half-grin. "Not classy, mate."
"I'm the epitome of decorum, me." Packer shrugged. "You gonna go get her, or are you gonna come get me off, too?"
"I have to pick one?" Adrian asked.
Oh, ho! Some lad had made his mind up, Packer thought. "No. You can do both. Consecutively, not concurrently." He grinned, letting his arse slide to the edge of the chair and spreading his legs.
Adrian's eyes dragged up along Packer’s body, then he licked his lips, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Mmm." Packer did love that pretty chest, the ripped abs. Adrian did damned near as many crunches as Joaquim the amazing Brazilian.
Adrian was still raring to go, buzzing, pretty prick filling up again.
Packer's cock jerked as he wondered what Calleigh tasted like. He knew Adrian. Spicy. Almost like there was pepper mixed with the salt. Packer unzipped his jeans, letting his cock free.
He heard the bathroom door open, looked over to see Calleigh coming out, grabbing her shoes.
"Wait." He barked out the order just like he would at any young filly, and she stopped in her tracks. He'd known she would. "You aren't going anywhere. Not after the effort this lad put in to go get you."
Her lips parted and, for about half a second, he could see them, wrapped around his cock, the image so perfect and wonderful. The very thought made his hips roll, which made Adrian moan. His boy knew him. He crooked a finger at Calleigh, banking on her confusion.
She took a step forward, and he admired how that little ass moved, side-to-side, the little dangly belly ring catching the light.
"Closer, luv. I don't bite unless you ask me to." He supposed he could put his cock away, but it would be a shame to waste such nice wood.
That made her chuckle, and she came a step closer. That brought her arse to where Adrian could see it. He heard the deep moan and knew Adrian had seen that wild butterfly inked across her back again. That glimpse down in the bar had set his lover on fire.
"Good. Now..." He stopped to stroke himself a few times, just to keep things revved up. "I think you need to quit running off without giving Adrian a chance to chat."
"Are you sure you're thinking, Packer?" Oh, ho! Hot and quick on her feet.
"Unlike my mate here, I can think and fuck at the same time." He winked at her, then rubbed Adrian's arm when the lad muttered a protest.
"This is..." She fluttered and Adrian reached for her, stroked her lower back. That got her to arch and those breasts were right there.
Packer did what any red-blooded male would do. He reached out and squeezed. Mmm. Not fake. Soft, warm, firm, and he wanted to see. Good thing for him, Adrian was a smart lad, working ribbons and ties open.
Once the ridiculous excuse of a dress was gone, Packer pulled Calleigh into his lap. Might as well hang for a wolf as soon as a sheep.
Two things happened at once -- Calleigh moaned and Adrian moved, shifted to kneel between his legs, hands sliding up his thighs. Such a smart boy. He grinned at Calleigh, pushing his hips up. This was going to be such fun.
"This is probably a bad idea,” she murmured. She had a black garter belt on and a soft, pretty belly. Her underpants had been sacrificed to Adrian’s need.
"You think so? It was your idea, lovely." He found her ass with his hands, lifting her a little so he could settle her up against his stomach more, giving Adrian access to his cock.
"I have a lot of bad ideas." Her nipples were hard as pebbles and right there at his lips.
Speaking of lips, there was a pair of lips wrapping around the tip of his prick, working his foreskin.
"I'm all about them. I haven't had a good idea in years. It works for me." Packer bent to lick at one perky nipple, wrapping his lips around it, just like Adrian was doing to his cock.
"Oh..." Now that sound Calleigh made was something worth remembering -- a little shocked, a little hungry, desperate.
She had no idea about hungry. Packer pushed up, giving Adrian more, taking more of Calleigh's sweet body. He might just be in Heaven. He heard another soft cry and Calleigh bucked, rubbing against his belly.
"Pretty girl." Packer loved on her, his mouth coming back up to take hers in a kiss.
Oh, soft. Her lips were so soft and wet. Different than Adrian's, which were hot and hard, the suction sweet around his prick.
Packer groaned, letting some of the immense tension out with the sound. He reached around between him and Calleigh, touching her, finding her wet, hot folds.
He also found Adrian's fingers, playing her, stroking. Adrian helped, showing him how to make her fucking crazed while sucking him like a Hoover. Such a good lad, his Adrian. Such a fucking beautiful mouth. Greedy, too. Adrian could suck like a dream. Calleigh was soft and giving and her clit was sensitive as anything.
Happy little cries pushed into his lips, Calleigh's eyes were heavy-lidded, but she was watching him, looking at him.
That was important. He needed to know she was with them, that she knew who she was fucking. Adrian gave Packer a little hint of teeth and Packer pushed two fingers inside Calleigh's body, wanting her right there with him.