16. Garett

Finally. With Sabrina’s legs around my waist, I walked us up the concrete steps out of the pool. I’ve been here often enough to know where the showers are, and I headed that way without hesitation. My wet feet made slapping sounds on the tile, sounds I was about to repeat with my cock buried deep and the thrill of hearing Sabrina scream my name teasing me to completion. I cupped her ass with both hands, giving her support as she ground her hips over my stiff cock. I’d carried the boner long enough it was iron-hard in my shorts and every move of her slick body on mine sent the blood rushing down.

We bypassed the hot tub, and I turned around backward to knock the door open with my ass, spun through the open space, and kicked it shut. The door didn’t have a lock, but the showers did. “You’re killing me.” I buried my nose in her neck and slid my hands beneath her bikini to finger her.

She gasped and arched against me, pressing her hands to my shoulders and riding my finger. Desire hooded her eyes, but a flash of curiosity burned there when she looked around. “I’ve never fucked in a shower.”

Walking us into the nearest empty stall, where blue tiled walls stretched to the ceiling and a frosted glass door kept us out of sight if anyone walked in, I twisted the lock and turned on a spray of hot water. “Then allow me to introduce you.” I set her on her feet and shucked my shorts in a quick move. My aching cock sprang free. I palmed it with a groan and reached for her bikini. Peeling it off her, I reveled in the last bit of exposed flesh. Perfect tits with peaked nipples and a firm ass I couldn’t stop squeezing made my dick swell even more. I was going to explode just from looking at her. “I’m not gentle, Sabrina.” I gave her the warning even as I lifted her back into my arms and locked her legs around my waist.

Her slick heat told me she was already hot and ready for me. I lifted her high enough to suck a nipple into my mouth, then drove her down on my cock, impaling my full length into her.

“Oh shit.” She grabbed my shoulders and mewled, “Harder.”

Fuck. This girl was going to end me. Nipple still tight in my mouth, I slammed her over my cock a second time, then a third, burying myself so deep I might never get out.

“You feel so good.” She met my pace, her lithe body arching into each thrust. “That’s it. Right there. Oh God I’m coming already. Fuck, Garrett. Oh. Oh.”

Her walls fluttered around me, the tight spasms clenching her pussy around my cock so tight I sank my teeth into her tit to keep focused. Each drag of my dick through her pussy caused her to clench harder. Her breaths tore out of her chest and into the air. Steam swirled around us.

I drove her back into the tiled wall and fucked her until my vision swam. She came with another scream, my name bouncing off the walls. But I wasn’t done yet. Not when I had dreamed of this for so long.

I worried her nipple between my teeth, then switched sides while raising her to the tip of my cock, pressed her ass cheeks together for an even tighter fit, and buried everything I had in a series of deep, powerful thrusts. Releasing her tit, I watched her breasts bounce and her eyes glaze over. Her mouth opened in a silent O, her nostrils flaring as a second orgasm shuddered through her body. “You’ll never shower again without thinking of me.” I withdrew until she opened her eyes, then slowly filled her again. “Every time you smell chlorine or step into a hot shower, you’ll think of me. Of this. Of us.” I ground my teeth together, the cusp of my orgasm tightening my balls. “I’m going to come now, and so are you,” I demanded it of her, not at all worried she wouldn’t be able to fulfill the demand. “Come. Now.” Increasing the pace to a frenzy that left us both gasping, I slapped her ass and drove her down hard over my shaft. Her pussy seized.

“Damn it, Garrett. That feels so good. I never want it to stop. My whole body is tingling.” Her arms and legs shook, and I pushed her harder into the wall.

Pleasure exploded through me. My cock expanded and twitched, filling her with my cum. I kept moving until she’d milked every last ounce from me and the quakes of orgasm subsided. No wonder Chase and Russell looked so relaxed. I’d never come that hard in my life. Sabrina held a spell on me that I’d never be able to break. Dick still inside her, I nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in her fully sexed-up aroma. “Thank fuck we have all weekend.”

“I’m not sure I could survive much more like that.” She chuckled, but I caught a bit of challenge in her eyes.

I smirked at her while lowering her to the floor. “Trust me, you can handle that and much more.” I grabbed a washrag and soap and began scrubbing her smooth skin. “You’ll see just how much once we all start fucking you at the same time.” I imagined her with all three of us, a dick in every hole, and my cock twitched. Later. We had time.

We showered and climbed back into our clothes, then made our way upstairs for some real clothes. Russell and Chase met us in my room. Chase gave us a quick, assessing look. “We’re headed down to the bar for dinner. You two want to come?”

Sabrina laughed, a deep, throaty sound that brought all of us to attention. “I’ve already come several times today, but dinner sounds nice.” She walked backward through the adjoining doors. “Give me a half hour to get ready.”

We all watched her leave, no one daring to ask why it would take so long.

Exactly thirty minutes later, Sabrina sashayed into my room in a black dress that accentuated her curves. It dipped low in the back, showing her smooth spine and cut off at the knees, revealing toned calves. She clutched a black purse to her stomach and fluffed her hair. “Ready?”

I wasn’t the only one eye-fucking her. At one look or one word from her, we’d call off all dinner plans and never leave this room.

Chase moved first, breaking the sexual tension. He held out his arm to Sabrina, who threaded her hand around his elbow with a smile. We made our way downstairs, somehow surviving the enclosed space in the elevator without pawing Sabrina’s clothes off, and stepped into the lounge where several others were already enjoying their meals.

Chase led the way to a booth in a dim back corner. He ushered Sabrina into the seat and followed her while Russel and I took the opposite side.

“What’s good here?” Sabrina asked. She looked at us, completely ignoring the menu.

I relaxed into the seat, Russell and Chase doing the same.

“Get anything you want. It will be good,” Chase spoke with the quiet confidence that made him the kind of leader we were willing to follow. His calm assurance relaxed the atmosphere, and I drew in a deep, soundless breath.

Sabrina tapped her finger to her lips and finally picked up the menu.

My body melted into the firm leather booth. I felt more relaxed than I had in months. Maybe years. A quick look at Russell and Chase’s easy grins and I knew they felt it too, this sense of peace and completion.

“What if I want to order all three of you, with a side of ice cream?” Sabrina’s foot worked up the inside of my leg, her toes wiggling against my slacks. She winked at Russell and dropped the hand closest to Chase beneath the table.

“I think you should eat first,” Chase said in a no-nonsense tone. “We have all weekend to play. You need to keep your strength up.”

Her toes continued to slide over my inner thigh, her expression giving nothing away. I liked this cute, flirty side of her. We were anonymous here. Other than the man who checked us in, no one even knew our names. We could be anyone, do anything, without repercussions. Sabrina made it easy to forget about business and what we’d do if our tech kept disappearing.

Chase cleared his throat. “Can we consider this one of the business meetings you demanded we have?”

Sabrina’s foot moved away. She straightened in her seat and nodded. “Yes. That would be great.”

“What?” I sat forward. “What do you mean business meeting?”

Chase eyed Russell, who turned to me. “We agreed to pay Sabrina for the weekend, but only if we conduct actual business and not treat the whole weekend as a fuck festival.”

I wanted to be angry that any of our time would be wasted talking about business, but I understood her perspective. She deserved to be more than a vessel for fucking.

“What are we going to do about our next release?” Chase dove right into the business end. “We haven’t launched a new app in a year. That’s unacceptable. We need to make this next one remind the world that Grady International is a leading producer of the best and most innovative apps.”

We’d delayed the release because of the theft, which I couldn’t mention since Chase didn’t know that Sabrina knew about the theft. The convoluted situation caused an ache behind my eyes. I rubbed my temple with one finger. “Are we close enough to completion to start a marketing campaign?”

“Depends.” Russell shifted beside me. “We are pioneers in the tech industry, but we can’t release an unworthy product. As of the last testing phase, the app was not performing the way we hoped.”

“Have you considered sending it to a small study group of college kids? No one can break down an app problem faster than them.” Sabrina joined the conversation, offering a valid point.

Chase seemed to consider the option. “It’s a matter of trusting the testers not to take what they see and create something of their own.”

“If they do, and they create something better, hire them.” The simple solution Sabrina threw on the table sent all three of us sitting back.

Was it simply her age that gave her this sense of compulsory actions or was she really onto something?

She shrugged. “Something to think about. The technology age is always going to be a fast track. The younger generations are more in tune with what’s needed and how an app will perform overall. Why not bring in some of the people who will make or break your app and see what they think? Transparency and all that.” Looking each of us dead in the eye, she picked up her cocktail and took a deep drink. “Told you I’m not just a pretty face who can answer phones and make schedules.”

The conversation died down as our food arrived and we all chewed over the new information. Sabrina had a point. Grady International was considered innovative, always coming up with fresh ideas. Really, we spent a lot of time studying the market and growing trends. We needed to get ahead of the curve.

“If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would you go?” Sabrina popped off the question toward the end of the meal. Her sly smile teased us, and the way she relaxed with her arms out by her sides as she bounced in the seat kept our attention locked on her.

“Paris,” I responded automatically.

Chase ran a hand over his jaw. “Belize.”

Russell thought it over. “What is my purpose for being there?”

Sabrina’s grin widened at the question. Typical Russell. He preferred to have all the facts before he made a decision.

“No purpose. You’re there because you want to be. You can do anything you want.” She winked at him and leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. The move pulled her dress down enough to reveal a few inches of cleavage, a fact she knew damned well from the way her eyes sparkled when I finally pulled my gaze away from her perfect skin.

Russell stretched out his long legs and smoothed his pants down over his thighs. The motherfucker had a semi tenting his pants. He wasn’t the only one. I’d sported one for the last few minutes.

“Then I want to be right here.” He captured Sabrina’s attention. “I want you, naked on the balcony, watching the sunset over the water while we fuck.”

Her chest hitched on a sharp breath. “Okay.”

We scrambled out of the booth fast enough to set the leather on fire.

Sabrina led the way to the elevators, and we piled in together. She stopped, her hand hovering over the button for our floor. “Should we get more business done first?”

“No.” I pressed the button and clenched my hands to keep from reaching for her. I wanted her in the room, not here in the elevator.

By the time we made it into our rooms, we had our shirts unbuttoned and Sabrina was carrying her heels.

“It’s good to take a break from business. Forget about all the shit waiting for us back home.” I tugged Sabrina around and slid the dress zipper down.

“No shit.” She sighed and leaned into me.

Curiosity gnawed at me. What was Sabrina escaping from? Her tone held a warning note, and I realized we knew almost nothing about Sabrina. We didn’t even know she had a kid until a few days ago. “What’s your son like?” I stopped undressing her and pressed for information. I wanted to know her, not just her body, but her heart and her mind.

“He’s amazing. The best thing that ever happened to me.” She sounded wistful. A slow tension pulled her away from me. “I never expected to be a teen mom, but I’m grateful to be his mother.”

“What about his dad? Your family?”

“They’re not important.” She turned in my arms.

“But—”

The shrill ring of Sabrina’s phone yanked her away from me. She dug her phone from the black purse still clutched in her hand. Her face whitened. “Miranda?”

The woman’s panicked voice shattered the stillness. “Keith is sick. You need to come home.”