Page 126 of Triggered By Love
“Sure they will. I’ll tell them we were having a foursome.” Larry’s leer grew on his slimy face. “Me, you, Tatiana, and Avery. We fucked every combination, sandwiches, buffet style, train, and you used meth to enhance your performance.”
“Like you did to Garm and Longshanks, and who knows how many other male models you screwed.”
“Meth heads might fuck like the devil, but they don’t last long without refills.” Larry gestured with the gun. “Go. We’re meeting in the greenhouse.”
“Why? Is there a king-sized bed there?” As soon as he got to the greenhouse, Jason was going to get control of the gun, kick Larry’s ass, and take Avery from the premises. He was right. The Leaches were responsible for the models’ deaths.
And then it hit him. The bodies were marked.
Tufts of feathers.
Threaded porcupine quills.
What if Avery had prepped them for the parties?
Led them to their demise?
Larry opened the greenhouse door, and Jason spotted Avery alone, standing in front of a bed surrounded by plant stands full of orchids.
“Ave—” He didn’t finish. Someone jabbed him with a syringe. A rush of energy shot through him, and stars shattered behind his eyes.
“And now, the fun begins,” Larry announced, uncuffing Jason.
It should have been his opportunity to turn the gun on Larry, but Jason’s entire body shook like he was having a seizure of flashing lights coupled with the most incredible feelings of expansive strength and sexual desire.
He shoved Larry aside, and in three steps, he tackled Avery and landed with her on the bed. He was so aroused his dick would fall off if he didn’t bang her until kingdom come.
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“Stop, Jason, stop.”Avery pushed Jason’s greedy lips from her mouth. She writhed beneath him and dug her knuckles into his throat. “He gave you a shot of meth. You’re high as a fucking kite. Get a grip.”
“All I want is to make love to you, but you’re right. Have to get you out of here.”
“Not before you have sex with her,” Larry commanded.
Avery heard the whirl of the professor’s wheelchair behind a one-way mirror hiding him from them. His pants were unzipped, she was sure, and he was getting ready to masturbate to the show.
“This is entrapment,” Avery whispered to Jason. “They have videos. I’m wearing a wire.”
“I want to fuck you before the meth wears out.” He lifted himself off her and threw off his suit jacket.
“Jason, get a grip. They’re watching.” Avery could see Larry skulking behind a clump of orchids.
“Avery, get with the program,” Larry ordered. “I should have told Tatiana to give you a stronger dose. Or do you want coke?”
Oh, shit. She was also supposed to be drugged. Was this how Saul’s brother died? Performing sex for the professor’s enjoyment?
“You two are taking too long,” Orson’s thin, reedy voice piped up from behind the one-way mirror.
She’d better start acting fast. Tatiana must have forgotten to inject her.
“Oh, my, I’m so hot!” She threw her head back on the bed and cupped her breasts, being careful not to dislodge the wires. “Jason, kiss me. Fuck me good.”
His expression was confused, but his control was overwhelmed by the rush of dopamine to his brain. He smashed her lips with a crushing kiss, and she could feel him unzipping his pants.
She muttered while Jason’s tongue passed around her mouth. “We’ve got to get them to confess. Tatiana wired me. Maybe she’s not working for them.”
“How?” He groaned as he backed off from her.
