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Jack let out a raspy chuckle. “You’ll be the prettiest thing on the shore no matter what. Wear what you want.”

Her cheeks flushed hot. Maybe it was his compliment, or maybe it was the way Spencer nibbled his way down her belly. She eased back against the cushions and flicked her fingers into his hair, half-swat, half-caress. “You’re not giving me any help. This will be my first trip hanging out with the swanky Hamptons set. I just don’t want to stand out like a sore thumb.”

“No question, you’re going to stand out. There’s nothing you could wear that won’t have everyone’s attention.”

Rory wondered for a moment what to say to that. As it happened, she didn’t have to say anything. “A sundress or walking shorts are fine for the regatta,” Jack continued, “but I plan to take the two of you to the opening gala, so pack something for evening also.”

“Something for evening? Like a cocktail dress?”

“I’m sure you’ve got one of those all-purpose little black numbers tucked in your closet somewhere.”

Rory squirmed under the delicate slurps Spencer made on her ribs. The tiniest of whimpers eased over her bottom lip.

Jack’s voice took a turn back toward that gritty tone that made Rory’s toes curl. “Can I help with anything else, Rory?”

She managed to answer him somehow. “No.”

“Spencer still being a bad boy?”

Her pussy creamed and she heard Jack swallow hard on the other end of the line. That curious electricity wasn’t just with Spencer. “Umm…we’ll see you on Friday.”

“Friday, yeah.” He paused for a second. Rory took a breath, ready to say good-bye, but there was more. “It’ll be a good time, I promise.”

“With you, I don’t doubt it.” Spencer was pulling her panties over her hips. “Got to go now, Jack.”

“Good-bye, Rory.”

“Bye, Jack.” She closed her connection and peered over her partially exposed breasts at Spencer as he trailed his lips along the inside of her thigh.

“Get what you needed?” Spencer asked, his mouth forming the words against her skin. He slipped two fingers into her wetness and looked up at her with a mischievous grin. “You sure had a lot to chat about.”

“I bet you thought it was hilarious to make me sound like a dribbling idiot on the phone with him.”

He scissored two fingers slightly and pulled her lips apart. “Baby, you’re dribbling all right.”

Rory watched as he slurped up the juices glistening on his fingers. The pop of greedy suction made her insides clench with hunger.

“Only I didn’t think it was hilarious. It was sexy as hell to watch you get all buzzed and slippery, trying to hold it together with him.” He nuzzled her clit with his nose and placed a soft openmouthed kiss on her entry. “Don’t worry, Jack had no idea what was cooking between these gorgeous legs of yours while you two discussed proper attire.”

But he did know. Rory was sure of it. “I think he was getting off on the idea. He could hear it in my voice.”

“I thought you said he was gay.”

Rory shrugged. “He knew, and he liked it.”

Chapter Eight

By Friday afternoon, Spencer was bursting out of his skin with boredom. Hanging around the house with his bum ankle while Rory crammed her brain full of fun facts about sex was driving him mad. All he could do was count the hours until they were headed down Montauk Highway. The weekend stretched out in front of them with a heap of possibilities trespassing at the back of his mind. It had been that way since Jack had invited them. No matter how wrong Spencer told himself it was, Jack was there, lingering uninvited in his daydreams. Rory’s new fascination with his finger-sucking skills didn’t help. The idea of her watching him suck Jack off was more than he could stand without touching himself.

His ringing cell phone was a welcome distraction. When he saw it was Jack, a mix of fear and excitement churned in his chest. With a grimace, he shook it off and snatched the phone from the counter. “Hey bud, what’s up?”

“Ready for some fun in the sun?”

“Rory sure is looking forward to it. I think she’s packing everything in sight. What time should we head out there?”

“I’m sending a car to come get you two; should be there in about an hour. There’s no way you want to be sitting in that Hamptons traffic without a minibar and a good movie.”

“You don’t have to do that, man. But shit, thanks. The only thing I hate more than traffic is crowds.”

“And maybe dark places full of water.”

“Yeah, that too.”

“So Rory’s looking forward to the weekend, but how about you?”

Spencer had thought he’d managed to sidestep that question. “Oh, you know. I’m not much for hobnobbing with the rich and the richer, but it’ll be nice to get away.”

Jack laughed. “Is that what you think we’re going to be doing? Hobnobbing?”

Spencer grinned in spite of himself. “Dude, I know you’re not laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry.” Jack struggled to calm his voice of any chuckles. “Just get on out here and make sure you bring your appetite. I’m barbecuing tonight.”

“How much beer do you have?”

“Plenty, don’t worry.” Jack paused a minute. “Oh, and feel free to use the privacy screen in the Escalade. It’s a long ride.”

Spencer’s cock surged on that last note. It wasn’t a subtle hint, not the kind you could ignore even if you wanted to. “Nice. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and fought the urge to wait by the window. Instead he made his way to the bedroom where Rory had half of her closet laid out on their bed.

“Jack’s sending us a car in an hour. So baby, do you think you could start putting some of this stuff in your bag?”

“A car? Wow.”

Spencer furrowed his brow a bit. “Don’t be too impressed. It’s probably no big deal to him.”

Rory climbed over her suitcase and held both arms out in front of her. Spencer caught the bulge of her cleavage in his gaze as she came to him in her bra and panties. He licked his lips, thinking of Jack’s hint about the ride over.

“I didn’t mean to sound so ga-ga over it. We could drive ourselves.”

“What? Why? There have got to be some perks of knowing someone with that kind of cash.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to hang out with him just for his cash.”

“No.” Spencer’s neck stiffened. “You know that’s not what I’m about.”

Rory quirked her lips and toyed with him with her eyes. He knew that expression. Sometimes she could read his mind, and that look told him she was doing it right now. But she didn’t make him speak anymore about it. She was kind enough to always let him spill his guts when he was ready.

The car came before Rory was finished with her makeup. He’d never seen her so obsessed with how she looked. “Babe, come on already. You look amazing.”

“Just get my bags, OK? I’ll be right there.”

He sighed and grabbed up the satchel from the bed. By the time he returned, she was still in the bathroom. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out into the hall. “Ok, that’s it. You are perfect. Let’s go.”

Rory huffed, but didn’t struggle. “All right, fine. I’m ready. You got everything?”

“Yep. All loaded up.

“Then take me to my chariot, kind sir.” Rory was all teeth. It was nice to see her smiling and relaxed. The last week had been one big ball of stress for her. He was looking forward to spending the weekend hearing her snorty, cute as hell laugh and enjoying her smile.

He held the door open, making a big show of it. “Getting prissy on me, huh?”

Rory craned her neck and did a catwalk strut out the door.

“It looks good on you.” He smacked her ass as she passed him.

Rory shot him a playful sneer and he tossed his arm on her shoulder. Of course she melted right into his embrace. She was his girl, from his core to hers. One day he’d make it a permanent condition.

The car smelled new and could hardly be recognized as the same mode of transportation he endured every day. Driving was more like floating in this living room on wheels. The engine was whisper quiet with the temperature control set for perfection. The seats were huge, each one big enough for two. He turned to watch Rory, laughing heartily at the romantic comedy playing on the screen in front of her. There was plenty of room to have her bouncing in his lap. A little more than an hour and a half to make her come at least three or four times. He’d engaged the privacy screen almost as soon as they’d taken off. After a rum and Coke for each of them, he was starting to imagine all kinds of uses for their semiprivate arrangements.

He crept his fingers inch by inch along the leather seats toward her. She caught him before he made a dive for her thigh.

“What are you doing?”

Spencer cracked a wry smile. “What?”

“Don’t think we’re going to get into any of that in this car, mister,” she said with a giggle.

Spencer pulled her closer in one swift motion. “Come on, Ror,” he whispered. “You love the idea.”

She made a face, stubborn with her jaw fixed. He pressed his lips there and her mouth turned into a soft pout. “Why do you make me want to do these things?”

“I’m not making you do anything.”

“No, but I could blame you if we get caught,” she purred, letting her legs fall apart.

He held her jaw, turning her face and aligning their lips. “I’ll take all the blame,” he said before plunging his tongue into her mouth. The cotton sundress she wore rode way up her thighs, revealing the absolute softest and creamiest thighs he’d ever had the pleasure of sliding between. “Aw baby,” Spencer growled.

She giggled and jumped into his lap, her hair falling into his face. It smelled like peaches and vanilla and he could have drowned in it. “There is someone on the other side of that partition, you know.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s the whole point now, isn’t it?”

She nuzzled his nose with hers. “What do you think we can get away with?”

“Everything, if you can be quiet.” She seemed to like the sound of that, because she crushed her lips against his so hard it caught him by surprise.

He grabbed two big handfuls of her ass, shoving her into his groin. She pushed away, but only to tear at his zipper. Heaving her tits in his face, she didn’t have to ask him to free them from the scoop neck of her dress. When one was in his mouth, the other was being worshipped in his hand. She had his cock firmly now, dragging her panties to the side and guiding his growing staff to where she wanted it.

“OK, you asked for it,” Rory whispered with a very naughty glint to her eye. She rolled forward on him, sinking him deep inside her soft, wet cunt. Her mouth fell open with the start of a moan. Instantly Spencer reached up and covered her mouth with his hand. She did the same, cupping her palm over his lips as her hips corkscrewed, successfully saving him from repeating her indiscretion.

Spencer bucked his hips and held her by the waist with his free hand. She nodded, indicating that she appreciated his efforts, soft whimpers escaping past his fingers. And then she was coming, fast and hard. Even as she collapsed on top of him with a single silent, yet violent shiver, she was whispering in his ear, “Again.”

She popped off his lap, taking advantage of the roomy backseat to lift her ass into the air, gripping the handle above the door, which was meant to help old ladies exit the car. He watched her peer over her shoulder with gritted teeth and a demanding look on her face. Spencer was up for her challenge, running his fingers into her hair until he had a handful and entering her from on low. He made slow work of her this time, drawing out his own orgasm for as long as he could. They were in bumper-to-bumper traffic, after all. There was no rush. He could be inside her forever. The only thing to add to the sensation was the knowledge that Jack had predestined the whole thing. He liked that idea, liked the fact that Jack had thought about them together in the car he sent for them. It was almost like he was there too in a small way.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.” He spent himself deep inside her as predicted, as promised.

* * *

Rory raked her fingers through her hair, imagining the wild mess it must be in after Spencer had his way with it. She lowered her window to enjoy the cool coastal air of early evening. It couldn’t be much longer to Jack’s house. The trip to the Hamptons was notoriously tedious, or so she’d heard, and the reality of the two-and-a-half hour stop-and-go nightmare that was the Long Island Expressway would have been a true buzz kill had she not been so delightfully distracted.

Spencer looked pleased with himself and he had every right to be. He had somehow managed to make her come three times in the confines of a backseat. But instead of feeling relaxed and sated, Rory felt energized and even more excited than when they’d started. She glanced again at Spencer. His eyes still glinted with intensity, his mouth set in a self-satisfied grin.

At last they approached a gated driveway hidden among ancient-looking pine trees. The gate sat open, however, welcoming them onto the fine gravel that led to the weathered cedar home with white painted shutters on its arched Palladian windows.

Rory caught her breath at the first sight of the home.

“It’s not
that
big,” Spencer said.

“But it’s beautiful,” Rory replied. “This is going to be a really great weekend. I just know it.”

They exited the car. The driver retrieved their bags from the cargo area, but Spencer quickly moved to help him. If the quiet man from Priority Car Service had any clue about the party they’d had in the back of the Escalade, he didn’t let on. Somewhere deep down, Rory hoped he at least suspected.

The door to the house was unlocked too, with a note perched on the hall console table:
Out back for a swim.

Looking out through the wall of windows in front of them, Rory pressed her lips together and then read it again. “I’m not sure if this is an invitation or just an FYI.”

“If you want to go swimming, babe, it’s fine with me, really.”

Rory studied his face. Spencer certainly wouldn’t be joining them. Casted ankle aside, neither swimming pools nor the ocean held much appeal to Spencer, but the jewel-colored sky over the sprawling sea called to Rory like a siren.