Adrian arched an eyebrow. "In trouble? For what?"
"We told you before dinner you were in for some punishment." Hell, Packer couldn't remember what for.
Calleigh chuckled softly. "Although punishing him for making me come in the arena may not work in my favor in the future."
No, no. It was for not waiting for him. That was what the punishment was for.
"It was because you started without me, Chook." He grinned when Adrian's face fell, acknowledging that he had a valid point.
Calleigh leaned in close, whispering something low into Adrian's ear, and his boy blushed, turned a dark red. Wicked woman. Packer was tickled she'd come to play.
"Strip for us, Adrian." Packer loved it when Adrian was naked and he was still clothed. It made things a little uneven, a lot warmer.
Calleigh hummed softly, the sound pretty and musical as fuck.
Adrian was crimson in the face and neck, which was a good look for him. Then his lad obediently started on the buttons on his starched shirt. Calleigh went to him, took Adrian's wallet and watch, his belt, fingers touching him along the way.
Packer crossed his arms and spread his feet a little for balance, just like he would before a show. He watched carefully, taking in every detail.
Calleigh was still in jeans, a tank top, her hair loose, and she looked fine, taking Adrian's good shirt, hanging it up for them. She took Adrian’s jeans, too, folding them over, and then she skinned Adrian out of his undies, letting her hair brush his skin when she helped him step of them. He did like her style.
She even kissed the tip of Adrian's cock as she stood, Adrian's cry deep and hot as fuck.
Packer grinned. "Very nice, luv. Come here, huh?" He held out a hand to her.
She moved like a fucking wet dream, her nipples hard for them, lips wet and a little swollen.
"Hello, luv." He pulled her close when she took his hand, kissing her deep.
He could hear Adrian's moan, and he made it good, his hands framing her pretty little arse. She was soft, yet firm, and he almost distracted himself from Adrian with the feel of her. He heard Adrian take a step forward, a step closer.
"Ah-ah." He held up one hand to fend Adrian off. "I think someone is feeling neglected."
"Well, that's not good." Calleigh turned, smiled at Adrian. "I think he deserves attention."
"What sort?" He knew what he wanted. Packer wanted to see Adrian's ass glow.
Calleigh looked over to him, unsure for the first time.
He winked. "No worries, luv. Let me show you how wild he can get. Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed, Chook."
Adrian looked at him, mouth opening and closing, and it was Calleigh who nodded, spoke. "Come on, Ades. Pay attention."
Adrian stared at her a moment, too. Then that fine mouth snapped closed and Adrian moved, bending over the bed.
Calleigh hummed, eyes trailing over every inch of skin. "So fine."
"He is, isn't he? Have you ever seen his ass take on the most beautiful color?"
She shook her head, her pretty hair falling around her. "I want to."
"Pack..." Adrian's protest was low, deep.
"What, Chook?" He knew Adrian loved it, knew Adrian fantasized about Calleigh doing it. "This is right, us."
"Do you want me to go grab a shower, y'all? Give you some privacy?"
"No, love." Packer pulled her toward Adrian. "He's told me that you play sometimes. This is just a little more hardcore." He put her hand on Adrian's ass. "His skin is amazing."
"He's stunning." Calleigh’s hand moved over Adrian's butt, nails trailing on it, leaving tiny lines.
Adrian went up on tiptoes, his ass clenching. It was beautiful.
"See? A little color, and somehow he's even better." Packer moved her hand out of the way for a moment and gave Adrian a smack. Adrian gasped and Calleigh moaned softly, eyes on the handprint he'd left behind. "He loves it, huh?" Packer hit one more time, watching Adrian sway.
"Let me try?"
Adrian cried out, the sound strangled.
"Oh, yes." He backed off, letting Calleigh get into position.
Her hand swung back and the sound when she connected... Crikey, the sheila had some strength in her.
Adrian shouted, his whole body swaying, his arms giving out a moment. Packer went to him and helped him back up, positioning him so that sweet ass stuck out more.
"I'll take this side, huh?"
She met his eyes. "He's good?"
"He's good. Aren't you, Adrian?"
Adrian moaned, his ass moving side to side, begging for more.
She nodded, then took another swing, that hand landing again, hard.
Packer joined in, hitting the other cheek. In seconds they had Adrian dancing, ass moving, constant sounds pouring out of the man's mouth. That fine ass glowed, bright, dark red, the skin hot as hell. Packer waited until the tone of Adrian's cries turned desperate before he stopped, putting his hand over Adrian's skin. "Burning up."
Calleigh ran her nails over the skin. "Perfect, needy boy."
Adrian pushed back, legs spread, balls swaying. "Please."
Calleigh scratched that pretty ass, eyes twinkling. "Packer?"
"What do you want, luv? Want me to do him while he uses his mouth on you? You want to touch him while he sucks me? He'd let you."
"I want his mouth. I want to watch you fuck him. Hard."
How had Adrian left this girl home to wait?
Adrian looked up and over one shoulder, eyes wet, face glowing. "Oh, god."
"You want us, Ades?" Her fingers stroked his hole, almost delicate.
Adrian's back arched, and by god he was the prettiest thing. "Yes. Fuck."
Calleigh leaned down, lips brushing the small of his back before she slipped around the side of the bed, unbuttoned her jeans. Packer moved up and rubbed his clothed body against Adrian's glowing backside.
"Fuck. Fuck." Adrian pushed back against him. Sweet little wanton. Needy.
"Mmmhmm. Look at your woman, Adrian. She's going to taste so good."
Their pretty Calleigh blushed, the tight jeans down, leaving her in the tank and tiny lace panties.
Packer rocked, his hand squeezing Adrian's hip. "So pretty."
Adrian grunted, nodded. "Too many clothes, baby. Want."
The little shirt disappeared, then the panties, and fuck, Packer could smell how she wanted them. He almost envied Adrian. Almost. He'd get to see everything, though. Everything. And he got that amazing, tight, burning ass.
When Calleigh slipped into bed and pushed herself up on the pillows, Packer moved Adrian by pushing on that hot bottom. "Between her legs.”
Calleigh's fingers were sliding over her breasts, down her belly, over her thighs, and Adrian whimpered as he moved into place.
"Sweet." Laughing, Packer unbuckled his jeans. This was gonna be fun.
Calleigh grinned up at him, looked him up and down, and licked her lips. Packer hooted, pushing Adrian down when he would have looked back.
"Need you, Ades. I want your mouth,” Calleigh said.
Adrian looked back at Calleigh, and his back moved with a deep breath. "Yes, baby girl. Want to taste you."
Packer could see Calleigh's belly go tight, hear the needy little gasp. Grinning, he pushed Adrian down again, and his chook went obediently, kissing Calleigh's belly and thighs. That gave him a great view -- red ass, hard nipples, that dangling belly ring, Adrian's broad shoulders.
"God almighty." Packer cast about for the lube and all, not really wanting to move.
"Mmmhmm..." Calleigh's fingers were in Adrian's hair, moving him. Adrian bent to his task with enthusiasm, these amazing noises coming from the man, that hot ass rocking back and forth, up and down.
Packer finally broke and went to get the lube, needing Adrian now.
"Ades... Oh, fuck."
He glanced back, watching that amazing girl tugging her nipples, rocking up into Adrian's mouth. His cock pushed up harder toward his belly, and he moved back in behind Adrian, smiling down at Calleigh. "Ready?"
"God, yes. So ready."
"Good." He made short work of getting Adrian ready, only giving the man two wet fingers. He needed in, needed to hear Adrian cry out, needed to have Calleigh watch it. Packer covered and lubed up, pushing in behind Adrian, his cock at that tight hole.
Bright green eyes stared at him, and she smiled, the look slow and sensual, better than porn.
Gripping Adrian's ass, Packer pushed, getting past the initial resistance.
Adrian lifted his head, moaned, and Calleigh cried out, hips rolling.
"Going to fuck you so good, Chook."
"Please." Adrian's eyes turned to meet his. "Pack."
"Yeah, lover. I got you." Pushing hard, he made his hips smack Adrian's ass.
Adrian grunted, hands wrapping around Calleigh to bring her closer. Her legs spread as her butt tilted, and he could see over Adrian's shoulder. Fuck, she was lovely. They all three found a rhythm, strong and steady. Adrian's ass burned around his prick, the lean hips fit right in his hands.
He stroked Adrian's back and listened to the insanely erotic sound Adrian's mouth made on Calleigh's flesh. Christ.
"Oh, fuck. Y'all." Calleigh was watching him, watching his cock disappear into Adrian’s body.
Packer groaned, letting go with one hand to smack Adrian's hip, reminding him how hot that ass was. Adrian grunted, ass squeezing him like a fist.
"Yes. Oh, you should feel him, love. He's so tight. Does his mouth feel good?"
"Uh-huh. Good. He's hungry." She was riding Adrian's lips, belly tight.
"Yeah. Yeah, he is. Tight. Fucking hot."
"Good. Make him come on your cock," she moaned. Jesus Christ, listen to her.
"Gonna. I swear."
Adrian groaned, squeezing down around him, and whatever the hell he'd done to Calleigh made her cry out.
"Again! Ades, again."
Adrian rocked between them, like pure sex made into flesh. Packer swacked Adrian’s hip again, knowing they were all right there, so close.
Adrian cried out, almost a roar, and bucked for them. Those hands on Calleigh's thighs tightened up, leaving red marks. Calleigh moaned out their names and slumped back against the headboard.
Packer took, oh, a second and a half to follow them, coming so hard he almost blacked out. Adrian was... well, with Calleigh there, it was four or five times as good, not just twice.
They slumped together, making those amazing guttural, post-fuck noises. Packer grinned against Adrian's back, that ass on fire against his pelvis. Yum. He looked up, met Calleigh's eyes, and she winked. Once.
Yeah. Yeah, a man didn't have to win an event to have possibly the best night ever. He just had to have a really good ride.
Calleigh leaned back in the water, soaking. Resting.
The boys were having a slump of mammoth proportion and she hadn't gone to today's event after they'd both snarled and growled this morning. She knew about this part -- just lie low and be quiet. They'd played hard for five weeks, though, the boys flying ahead, her driving and following behind. They had two more events, then a two week break, and Calleigh hadn't thought about what she was supposed to do then.
She rubbed soap on her legs, shaving them while she tried not to think. She'd paid for the room tonight, not wanting to have to worry, but she thought maybe that made it worse.
Maybe they...
"...damn it, Chook. It's time for your sheila to go now. We can't keep doing this. We have to focus, mate. I can't keep this shit up. She needs to go home."
Calleigh winced, biting her lip as the razor slipped, nicking her leg. Fuck.
Okay.
Fuck. She pulled the plug and stood, grabbed her towel, and told herself to put it together. Time to go. Make a plan. A good plan.
She wrapped a towel around her hair, started putting on her makeup. Concealer. Base. Eyeliner.
"It's not like it's her fault, Pack." Adrian wasn't snarling, but he was standing up for her, which was dear.
"I ain't saying it is, but I'm worn out. One of us is gonna get hurt. She just needs to give us a few weeks."
She opened the bathroom door, smiled. "Hey, guys. Bathroom's free." She kissed Adrian's cheek, Packer's, then went to her laptop. Cruises came and went out of Charleston all the time. She just needed to find one leaving in the next few days.
Packer went into the bathroom next, and Adrian wandered. A lot. He hung up a shirt and pulled out his riding jeans.
She found a cruise to the Bahamas, got herself a cabin, then pulled out Adrian's bags. "Y'all are flying out tonight, huh?"
"Yeah." He grinned halfheartedly. "Gotta go on to Memphis."
"Good deal. Let's get you ready." She had them packed before Packer was out of the bathroom, had herself wrapped in her robe.
Packer raised a brow at the laid out clothes and the packed suitcases. He looked good naked and damp, muscled and scarred. His dark eyes didn’t miss much, and his mouth curved into that crooked grin she was coming to love.
She forced herself not to respond, to keep her game face on. She needed them to go, soon, or she'd start crying and then all bets were off. "What time's the flight?"
"Nine-ish. We have time for some food, if you want." Packer really smiled for her now, that amazing face crinkling up.
"It's okay. I don't." She smiled back, holding her shit together. "I'm heading off. Taking a cruise, seeing the sights. Fun stuff." She grabbed her bag, tossed on a little sundress, a pair of panties. "Call me after Little Rock, huh? Let me know if you want to hook up during your little break."
Neither boy tended to ride the event in the Keys. It had been bad luck for them.
"Wait." Packer blocked her way. "What?"
"I'm taking a cruise. Y'all have a good one." She grabbed her laptop, her toiletry bag, her phone, got everything in her purse while they stood there, staring at her. She kissed Adrian quickly, waved at Packer. "Good ride, y’all. Make money."
She could move like a whirlwind, when she needed to.
Packer could move fast, too, but Adrian cut him off. "Have fun, baby girl. I love you." Adrian's voice was gentle. Knowing.
"I know." She winked, waved, and let the door close behind her. She didn't even cry a little until she got to the truck in the parking lot, and by then she could let the storm come for a bit before she hit the road and went to explore.
***
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Okay, what the hell was that?" Packer slammed his hand against the door, right next to Adrian's head. Adrian was leaning on the door, blocking his way. "She just goes flat out like a lizard drinking, no telling us nothin'?"
Adrian nodded. "That's what you asked for, mate. That's what you got."
"I asked... I was just blowing off steam. She couldn't have heard." Right? Calleigh had been in there with water running. Packer wasn't mad at her. He was just frustrated at their lack of winning rides of late.
That made Adrian chuckle. "First thing, that woman has hearing like you can't imagine. She would've made one hell of a mom. Second, the best thing about Calleigh is also the worst. She hates being in the way, mate, and I told her once, wasn't nothing more important than the riding to me. She said she'd handle it. She does."
"I. Shit." Shit. He'd hurt her. Packer hadn't meant to, not at all. He'd just been wanting to blame his slump on the nearest thing that wasn't him.
"No worries. We'll call her when we get done in Little Rock, see what she's up to."
He wasn't sure how Adrian could just accept it, that she blew out like she blew in, so fast his head spun.
"No worries." Pack shook his head, backing off. "Shit."
"Yeah. You want anything to eat before we head for the airport?"
"No." His hands clenched and unclenched. He really wanted to beat something. Not Adrian, just a heavy bag or something. He wasn’t good at this relationship shit. "I'll get something there."
"Right." Adrian went to take his shower and he went to get his jeans. Calleigh'd packed damn near everything. Only thing she'd missed was one of his T-shirts she'd taken to tugging on at night so they had something to pull off.
Christ. Packer could smell her on it, and he snarled a little, flinging the damned thing across the room. Before going to get it and stuff it in his carry on. He might need it when they got to missing her.
Because, damn it. He was going to.