Nick jerked his head.
“Into the apartment,” he rasped. “There are cameras in the hallway.”
And we filed in, three massive, hulking forms, one sweet female between us.
But there was a point to be made.
“Get naked,” Aaron commanded Joanie again. “Get naked and let us see.”
Nick tried to intervene once more.
“Yo, you guys are overreacting. Seriously, get some perspective. Joanie and I went around Central Park, seeing the sights. Calm down assholes.”
And that did it. I was so fucking tired of his bullshit. We were on our time right now. Joanie was supposed to be in Atlanta at this very moment, and instead we were arguing like a bunch of toddlers.
So I did it.
I reached over and yanked those sweatpants down her legs.
The cotton was soft and plush, dropping immediately to pool around her ankles.
My twin stepped in then. Eyes flaring, he reached one big hand over and ripped that g-string right off her body, so that Joanie’s puss was bare, the pink folds swollen.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She was so beautiful.
And she’d been fucked, there was no doubt of it. Semen caked her thighs, some of it still moist, the flesh gleaming under the lights.
But oh shit.
Because the semen wasn’t pouring from her pussy. It was pouring from someplace else.
“Turn around,” I rasped. “Bend over.”
And slowly, Joanie did as told. Trembling, those small feet spun, luscious moons coming into view as she bent at the waist.
It was true.
There was no denying what had happened.
Because as those white spheres parted, her brown hole came into view.
And oh shit, but it was a mess.
The rim was red and chafed, still quite a bit of gape showing. But it was the inside that pushed us over the edge.
Because fuck, Joanie was filled with cream. Nick must have spurted two or three loads in there, the seed virile and hot. Even as we watched, more of it bubbled to the top, hot white spilling down one big thigh.
“I’m sorry,” she mewled, looking at us over one shoulder, eyes pleading. “I didn’t know it was wrong. I wouldn’t have stayed in New York if I knew it was against the rules.”
It wasn’t just against the rules. It was against the laws of the universe.
Because what the fuck?
We made a pact. The Elite Air girls belong to all of us. They stick to a strict flight schedule to ensure that we get even shares.
And that asshole Nick had violated it.