Page 31 of Blind Justice

Fuck…he sure as hell hoped so.

“The deal the FBI is offering isn’t contingent on both. I can take one, but they won’t sign off on the deal without the other.” Duncan wasn’t willing to leave Enzo behind anyway. At least not until he got a taste or two of the other man.

“Agreed.”

He stood. “We done?”

Asher glanced at his watch. “We are.”

Duncan left R.O.O.T. headquarters, heading back to his apartment at the club after he stopped and got himself cup of coffee from a drive-thru. He was dragging ass, unfocused, and didn’t want to worry about not making it back to the club safe and sound. While he sat waiting for his coffee, he located his over-the-counter pain meds. He had a specific dosage he took of a mix of pills to help combat his migraines when they were still in the infancy stage. With a dose of caffeine, he hoped the beginning of his headache would dissipate before he pulled into the club.

He had to check in with Thomas. The other man had called him earlier, asking for an update. Thomas also let him know he was heading out to the club with Scotty and AJ for some fun. The call connected through his Bluetooth, allowing him to be hands-free while he drove.

Duncan didn’t expect the other agent to pick up on the first ring, so he took a long sip of the hot, slightly sweet coffee. His lips still touched the rim of his cup, as he prepared to take another hit when Thomas answered.

“You okay?”

He sighed, putting the styrofoam cup in the holder with regret. “Yeah. Just checking in.”

“How’d your meeting at R.O.O.T. go?” Thomas asked.

Duncan had finally made it to the interstate, pressing the gas as he merged onto it. “Same shit, different day.” He then gave Thomas a brief run-down of what exactly happened earlier. Once they went through all pressing work, Duncan asked when they’d be arriving at the club.

“We’re already here,” Thomas said. “Things are... looking up.”

Duncan smirked, hearing the relaxed undertone of a man who was no longer sexually frustrated. “I can see this is going to be an interesting night.”

Thomas chuckled. “Is talking about our sex life something we normally do?”

Not normally, but being that they were often in the clubs at the same time, he’d seen Thomas at work more than once. “Well,” Duncan took another sip of his coffee, “I kind of figured since I watched Scotty bang the fuck out of AJ not too long ago less than five feet from where I sat, we were all good.”

“Nosyasshole,” Thomas’s amused voice filled the car. Duncan took another long sip of his drink, not willing to confirm or deny the other man’s accusation. “Fine. I’ll answer your question, even though you didn’t ask. Yes, I finally did a scene with AJ and Scotty, and yes, I finally fucked Scotty. Tonight, we’re going to be dominating our lovely little sub.”

“And yet you’ve taken my phone call,” he teased. “Couldn’t wait to hear my voice, huh? Or are you having second thoughts about being able to keep up?”

“Fuck you.” Thomas laughed. “They call me an older man, but the moment we got home, the two pups passed the fuck out.” His partner’s voice was filled with sexual frustration. Thomas wasn’t done with the other two.

“Give’ em a break, Thomas. Don’t you remember how exhausting doing a scene for the first time was?”

“I remember. It’s why I’m allowing them a reprieve at this time.” He paused.

Duncan felt sorry for both AJ and Scotty now.

“Enough about me though, how are you? Still sporting a massive case of blue balls?”

He grunted, not willing to answer his friend.

Thomas sighed. “As a favor to me and so I don’t have to deal you’re your grumpy ass, either dip your foot into the pool or blow off steam at the club with us.”

Duncan had considered it. Several times. Except over the last couple of days, his group had expanded from Enzo to Bella. He found himself watching her at odd times. If he took the gang out of the equation, Bella was the type of woman he liked to fuck. She was dainty but tough and curvy. He got off on shorter women. The smaller the better, and she often wore her dark, long hair in complicated braids he found intriguing. Yesterday when he was in the shower, he imagined plowing into her pussy from behind while using those braids to hold her to him. Given her short stature, he figured her slit would be delicate, like a tight fist wrapped around his cock. He loved watching a woman’s pussy as it stretched and struggled around his girth. It wasn’t exactly PC and maybe made him a Neanderthal, but he didn’t give a fuck. He liked it, and in his mind, that was all that mattered.

Feck me.He was getting an erection just thinking about it. While he was driving and speaking to Thomas!

He had no shame.

It also wasn’t a line he was willing to cross. Fucking siblings would cause some massive issues. A threesome would be out of the question, for sure. In his experience, most opposite-sex siblings weren’t down with ménage. The reason being, even the most vigilant of lovers experienced some level of touching while engaged in sexual activity with three or more partners.

And even though he wanted to fuck Bella, he wanted Enzo more. Being with him was what Duncan had focused on.

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