I figured I had taken enough punishment that I could now go on the offensive. I threw a vicious overhand right that hit his left eyebrow, splitting it wide open. Mike staggered back as I closed and threw a left that bloodied his right cheek. Mike suddenly realized that I wasn’t going to be a pushover. He made the mistake of standing straight up, which opened up his ribs for me.
Over the last four years, I’d worked on my strength training, quickness, and endurance. I’d also been in a car accident and had experienced firsthand how excruciating it was to get hit in the ribs. I threw three devastating right hooks into his side, which had Mike crying out in pain.
He dropped his elbow to try to protect himself when I came over the top and smashed his nose. I was shocked at how much blood suddenly gushed all over the front of his shirt. For it to bleed that much, I had to have broken it.
“Enough,” he begged.
“Did you stop with my brother?” I asked.
Mike knew we both could guess he hadn’t.
“Get out of here. If I ever hear you pull something like this again …” I left hanging.
“It will never happen again,” he said, and stumbled toward the door.
As much as I wanted to beat him senseless, I recognized that was a bad idea. My bodycam would show that he started it. I didn’t need it to show that I continued to kick his butt after he’d given up.
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As Mike left, Paul, Cassidy, Tim, and Wolf came in.
“We need to get going. The police have been called,” Paul warned me.
He must have been listening to his police scanner app.
“Give me a minute. I need to check on Jill and get her home,” I said.
“Okay, but we don’t have all night,” Paul said. He turned and told Cassidy, “Go get the car.”
I tossed her the keys and walked back to Luke’s bedroom.
When I opened the door, I came to a stop. I’d expected to find Jill passed out, but what I saw was something entirely different. In fact, I had to step back into the hall for a moment just to make sure I hadn’t imagined what I found.
I looked back in and confirmed my eyes weren’t deceiving me. Jill lay in the middle of the bed, blouse gaping open, eyes closed, earbuds plugged into her phone, with her hand down her panties.
I licked my lips as the sexual beast in me held me in place while she squirmed in pleasure. What was it Scarlet said? “Holy sweet baby Jesus riding on a unicorn.” I suddenly got what she meant. Jill Lacier was magnificent to behold at that moment.
What should I do? I contemplated my options as I began to breathe hard. I could do the right thing and close the door until she finished. That way, I could act like I never saw my brother’s hot girlfriend pleasuring herself. I would take that image to my grave.
Better yet, I could use it to fuel my fantasies when I wanted to pleasure myself late at night. I would have to somehow get my bodycam footage of this out of my security’s clutches. They never let me keep the good stuff. Her being underage might be a slight problem, but I felt confident I’d find some way to overcome that obstacle.
Then I remembered something. Tami always said I shouldn’t do the first thing that popped into my head. My second through fifth choices were to watch. I won’t even mention what number six was. I would probably burn in Hell for that one.
Seven, I could go out to the kitchen and down a couple of Jell-O shots. Or … choice eight was still to perv out and watch.
Better yet was number nine: I could tell Jill that I’d arrived to save her. I contemplated how I might manage to do that. Mr. Happy and the Sexual Beast both had some fantastic ideas that would definitely alert her to my presence. All that stopped me was that I was sure it would embarrass her to be caught in the act.
Or … I could watch.
The big brain finally figured out that the evil twins were distracting me into inaction. Mr. Happy and the Sexual Beast had paralyzed me so they could watch. At least, that was the story I would tell if anyone caught me.
Jill was getting close to her goal because I saw her bite her lower lip and push her hand in deeper. She was almost angrily abusing herself.
Jill then reached up and pushed open her blouse, so I got a full view of her breasts. They were as spectacular as I’d imagined, and when she began to play with her nipple … let’s just say I was a big fan of how Jill pleasured herself.
She gasped in short and desperate breaths, and her hips bucked as she twisted in on herself. The moan she let out caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.
Jill frantically used both hands to push her jeans off her hips so she had better access. If her panties had come down, it would have been game over.
I found myself rubbing the bulge in my jeans, but I resisted the urge to get a grip on myself as I watched her hand gain purchase. Every fiber of my being wanted to come with her.
