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Not because I don’t want to, just because I’m now thoroughly distracted by what she’s doing.

Which is… grinding her pussy back and forth across the denim covering my growing cock.

I lean back and… Fuck it.

I let her grind.

My hands go looking for something. Land on her legs, fingertips clenching into her skin.

And now they’re working themselves up, gripping the muscles in her legs, my thumbs massaging the insides of her thighs as they travel forward, pushing the bathrobe aside as they journey up.

She keeps grinding. Left to right. Front to back. And my cock is swollen and throbs more with each move. My hips push up to meet her. Silently asking to be freed from the burden of my pants so that my dick can find a home inside her.

As my hands reach the interior of her upper thighs, warmth radiates out in waves. But I don’t stop there yet. I keep pushing, gliding my rough hands up the sides of her hips. Then her ribs. Pushing the bathrobe away with each inch.

The belt is finally loosened. The robe falls away. She shrugs it from her shoulders and her whole, quivering, naked body greets me. My hands land on her breasts. Cupping them from underneath, tracing them, and then finding her nipples and twisting them between my fingers. Her head falls back, and she moans without opening her mouth, the sound rumbling from her throat.

She unfastens my pants and lifts her hips just enough to get the zipper down. Then raises her arms and stretches, extending her hands above her head, pinching her shoulder blades together, and rearing back wide. It is a gesture that says she feels safe enough to be totally exposed and also a gesture that allows me to see every possible millimeter of her, and it makes my dick harder.

The only thing that feels off is…

Her hands are in the air.

And my hands are on her.

So… who the fuck is taking off my pants?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - ALEC

You can call me a lot of things, but I don’t want it ever said that I’m not a helper.

I can feel Danny stiffen. Everywhere. His head pivots from around Christine and he and I make eye contact. I try to convey to him a sense of don’t worry, bru. I ain’t gonna do nothing. And he tries to convey a sense of something I can only interpret as worry.

But I don’t let it stop me.

I’m knelt down, working his jeans along his legs, and find that in so doing, my face is right by Christine’s extraordinary ass. I’ve had the chance to observe it from every imaginable angle, hundreds of times, but it never ceases to impress.

I pause long enough to give her a tiny kiss on both cheeks and then slide my tongue up along her crack. She giggles and glances ever so briefly over her shoulder. I smile and continue unencumbering Danny from his trousers.

I recognize the risk. But I’ve always found that old expression, “fortune favors the bold,” to be true. I’m of the belief that in this moment, being bold is my best ally. Danny and Christine fucked for the first time ever earlier. I know how it feels. I know how fokken good she feels when you’re inside her. And Danny is not going to be able to shield himself off from another opportunity to be satisfied.

I look at it in the following way: Christine has now gotten something she’s wanted for a long time. And Danny has gotten something he’s wanted for a long time as well, even if he’ll not admit to it readily. And dear old Alec? Well, dear old Alec should be entitled to get something he wants.

I recognize there is an argument to be made that dear old Alec always gets everything he wants. But that’s just life then, ain’t it?

As I pull Danny’s jeans free from his ankles, he kind of tries to kick at me, but Christine has leaned forward and is kissing his chest while still rubbing her wet clit along his shaft. He may not want me here. He may want to fokken kill me. But there’s no way he doesn’t want her more.

Watching her writhe against him; watching her back rise and fall as she kisses him and sucks at his nipples; watching her tease his cock as it slides back and forth between her legs, almost sliding inside her but then her pulling away…

What it’s doing to my own cock is providing a clear answer to the age-old question, ‘What is there in the world that’s harder than a diamond?’

I want to touch her. To touch him. I want to join them. Complete the triangle. But it’s not right. Not yet. I pushed too hard too soon the last time and it was the beginning of the end. So I will just have to satisfy myself for now with continuing to watch.

That’s fine. I can wait. But just because I’m waiting doesn’t mean I have to feel unfulfilled. I can still share in this. I can be part of it. I am part of it. As are they a part of me.

Fokken hell, man. When I was killing Wallace and his men just the other day, I didn’t imagine that I’d find myself here. Now. Life’s funny that way.

I unfasten my trousers and let them fall to the floor. Kicking them off along with my boxers, I look down the length of my body. I’ve never felt my cock so full. So engorged. So thick and pulsing with the blood pumping through my veins.