Page 33 of Blind Justice

Duncan dug his wallet out before pulling out a hundred. “Use that.”

Omar cocked a brow. “What the hell am I getting with this?”

“Fast food. Keep whatever change.”

Omar grunted. “You realize I get paid for this job, right? You’re not required to tip me.”

“What?”

Omar waved the bill in front of his face. “You gave me a hundred.”

“I’m sure this won’t be the last time I ask you to get something, so just keep using that. When you’ve used it all, let me know, and I’ll give you more.” His gaze flickered to the divider between the living room and where the bed was. Omar needed to leave so he could check on Enzo.

And Bella.

Fucking hell, this shit was going to get complicated.

“Fine by me. Talk to you tomorrow,” Omar said on his way out.

Duncan, attempting to keep himself busy, pulled the bed down and fixed the bedding before he headed to the bathroom to take a piss. He waited until he turned on the water at the sink with the hopes it would dull the sound of the toilet flushing. When he stole a glance, both of them looked exhausted. He wanted them to rest and relax as much as possible.

He removed all his clothes and flicked open the top of the hammer. Sitting front and center were a pair of Bella’s underwear. They were pink, and he wondered how the tiny triangle of fabric even covered the lips of her pussy. Before he could stop himself, he snatched them up, rubbing the silky fabric between his fingertips. He bit back a groan when he got the barest hint of apple blossoms and female musk. Knowing nothing good came from being a creepy bastard, he deposited her underwear back where he found them and added his clothes to the growing pile.

After he turned the bathroom light off, he opened the door, getting a bird’s eye view of his bed. Bella whimpered, and Enzo mumbled something. It seemed to comfort her because she stopped. His focus was on Enzo. He took a moment to appreciate the muscular body of the younger man. Enzo wasn’t bulky by any means and happened to be the type of male physique he preferred in a sub.

His dick hardened, pressing against the soft fabric of his sweats. Thomas was right. He needed to get laid, or at the very least come. Although not ideal, he’d be able to rub one out once he got into bed. The shower would be a better idea, since the sound of the water would mask the sound of his hand as he jerked off. Or his moans. He didn’t risk it though, because he didn’t want the shower waking the tired duo.

With a tired sigh, he pulled the sheets back and got into bed. He listened for a moment or two to make sure he didn’t hear any rustling from the other bed. When it was clear, he slipped under the sheets, pushing the waistband of his sweats out of the way, and he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock.

Fuck…

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