Nightwatch

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Nightwatch ***

Do you ever watch your favorite movie love scenes and wish you could see every detail for real? I know I do, and porn is…well…cheesy and not satisfying. If I can’t see beautiful people in the throes of passion Doing the Deed, at least I can write about the experience. I only wish I had a window with a view like Janice’s.

Janice Morgan likes to watch people having sex, and the guy with the window near hers can put on quite a show. She spends her nights watching his exploits while pleasuring herself. When he catches her looking back, he proves that doing is as much fun as observing.

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Chapter One Not only was porn sleazy, but it got repetitive after a while. The same impossible female bodies, the same camera angles that made the act resemble hydraulics more than sex. The same fake orgasm sounds. Unfortunately, watching “Stud Service” was about as close as Janice Morgan could get to observing a male member up close and personal without having to put up with the rest of the man. She lay on her bed with her fingers in her muff as the guy on the screen turned into Vesuvius. That, at least, used to excite her. She’d watched it too many times, and expensive as these cheesy films were, she wouldn’t spend her good money on more any time soon. While the movie went on to the next scene—an orgy in a Laundromat, if she remembered correctly—she lay back and remembered the hot scene from one of those cable historical dramas about a lustful king and all the women of his court who slept with him to win his favor. Gorgeous costumes, good acting, real passion. As she touched herself, she imagined being led in the middle of the night to His Majesty’s chamber. He’d undress her slowly, kissing each new inch of skin he exposed, until their harsh breathing grew louder than the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Then, he’d take her to the bed draped with curtains, cover her body with his own, and…. Then, damn it, the “and” never came. They’d kiss, their limbs would tangle, they’d make all the right noises—believable in these shows because these people could act. But you never got to see the nitty-gritty of the act. The guy playing the king probably wasn’t even erect. Again, unsatisfying. Why didn’t someone make movies that showed everything but seemed real? She’d pay for that. Well, shit, she might as well get her vibrator out. That would satisfy her. She grabbed the remote and turned off the DVD. That didn’t stop the sex sounds, though. Moans of pleasure in a woman’s voice and the deep baritone of the woman’s lover signaled that someone in the 6

Nightwatch building was having a good time. Damn it all, why wasn’t she? Still listening for the direction of the noises, she slipped into her robe and headed toward the closet to find her jeans and a t-shirt. When she figured out what apartment the voices came from, she’d pound on the door until they got the message. People were trying to sleep. In actuality, “people” were jealous, but the lovers didn’t have to know that. As soon as she got to the closet, the noises stopped. She paused with her hand on the hanger that held her jeans. Odd. She really couldn’t hear anything from here. She went back toward the bed and paused to listen. After a moment, she smacked her head. The window, of course. That was how the sound got through so clearly. She glanced outside—what she should have done from the first. Right across the small courtyard, another bedroom window stood open. The new tenant’s. She’d seen him in the lobby as he moved his stuff in. Tall, sandy-haired. Nice pecs, flat abs, and an ass that made her palms itch. She’d even caught a glimpse of the faded denim over his fly. Probably no one had warned him about the courtyard. The building curled around it, giving the people across from each other a perfect view of what went on inside the opposite bedroom. Sound carried too. Everyone aware of the sightlines and sound transmittal kept their voices down if they didn’t want their neighbor to know their business. She and the former resident across the way never had anything to hide, but then, Mrs. Fletcher had been seventy-four years old. This guy was a young hunk, obviously enjoying a booty call this evening, and he’d left the window open. What a show he and his partner were giving. He hadn’t closed the drapes or lowered the blinds. His bed stood close enough to the window for easy viewing. Perched directly across from him, she had a front row seat. The woman was on all fours on top of the mattress, her back arched to raise her sex to the right level for his. He slid in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Even in the dim light from the small lamp on the other side of the room, the moisture that coated his shaft was clearly visible. He’d aroused the woman so fully that she could take his size, which was considerable. So thick at the base, Janice’s small 7

fingers would hardly circle it, but if she got a chance, she’d sure give it the old college try. With him buried inside the woman, his length was harder to judge, but a lot of cock came out of her without showing the head. Perfectly proportioned for a female’s wet dream. Speaking of which, her own sex had dampened, something neither the porn nor her own fingers had managed. She ought to go over there and warn him that someone could watch his and his lover’s every move. But honestly, she’d been looking for exactly this to turn herself on. Explicit, giving her a clear view of a gorgeous male member entering a woman’s body for mutual pleasure. Real, two people honestly aroused, experiencing true passion, not something silly and unconvincing. Compelling enough for her to share vicariously. The perfect display. Why should she stop it? Instead, she knelt by the window, peering out of a corner to hide her face in case he glanced over, but still with a perfect line of sight. For foreplay, she reached inside her robe and cupped her breast, massaging it until the flesh seemed to swell and the nipple hardened. Oh yeah, this was the real deal. She could stay here for hours getting hotter and hotter while she watched a truly glorious fucking in that other apartment. The woman’s moans had turned to gasps as he drove her harder. Poised perfectly for Janice’s view, he tipped his head back, his face a grimace of pleasure as his tool glided into his lover’s pussy and retreated. His shaft would no doubt have turned crimson by now, still glistening with the woman’s juices. As both of them neared orgasm, Janice clutched the windowsill for support and slipped her other hand between her thighs. As she touched the lips of her sex, wetness coated them, proof of her rising excitement. The flesh ached, the petals opening, inviting her to explore. She found her clit easily enough. It had hardened into a tight bud. When she rubbed it, all the nerve endings went on fire, and she bit back a groan. If the people on the other side of the courtyard realized they had an audience, they might stop to close the window and draw the drapes. She could make herself come without watching now. In fact, she’d already gone far enough that her orgasm would happen one way or another. But how much more powerful it would feel if she could watch the passage of his cock as 8

Nightwatch she did. By this time, the woman was signaling her climb to the peak with a cry at every stroke that went into her. Supporting herself with one arm, she put the other hand on her pussy, much as Janice was doing. She wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would Janice. The man took over for his lover, though, bending so that he could reach around her to stimulate her hot button. As Janice stroked herself, she pictured the pressure of his fingers there. Imagined him rolling the bud and tugging gently at it. If only she could have his tool inside her as she came. The ultimate female experience. Now, because he’d bent over, she couldn’t even watch his cock any longer, but the powerful thrusts of his hips told her exactly what was going on inside that woman. Sure enough, the woman reacted with a low ahhh that built to a rising note and then finally a shout. As she climaxed, the man continued both his thrusting and the movement of his hand against her sex. She continued crying out for several seconds before she finished with a moan. A world-class orgasm, delivered by a master with all the equipment and technique to satisfy his partner. The guy not only looked good, he knew how to deliver maximum pleasure. And Janice had watched it all. Not all, though. He hadn’t come yet, and neither had she, although she got closer and closer with each passage of her finger over her clit. Maybe she could time herself with his orgasm. They could come together. Although she wouldn’t feel the release of his semen, she could picture it in her mind’s eye. He straightened again, giving her a view of his member as he picked up speed. He’d closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his breath coming hard between them. He was in this for his own orgasm now, having already given one to his lover. His movements became faster and harder, and he held the woman’s hips so that he could plow into her. Janice bit her lip to keep from making a sound he might hear. But as the climax neared, little grunts escaped, anyway. Liquid heat accumulated inside her, releasing itself in a tiny stream over her fingers and into the pussy hairs. She couldn’t hold out much longer. She’d have to finish soon, whether he did or not. But, please…. 9

Now, dammit, her mind shrieked. Come on, come on. Now! They might have had a psychic connection, because at that exact moment, he stiffened. “Fuck yeah. Oh yeah. Ahhh!” As the coil snapped inside Janice, sending shock waves along her sheath, he plunged into his lover once, twice, and then held himself. Inside the woman, he’d be releasing his lust in burst after burst. Janice imagined him inside her, could almost feel him as her orgasm crested and then flowed through her, leaving her weak. She whimpered, a soft mewling sound she couldn’t stop. Then she collapsed onto the floor, her sex still fluttering softly. **** Sam really knew he shouldn’t feel horny again after spending the night with Rhonda. As uninhibited as they came, Rhonda always thought up some new position or trick to try out. They’d fucked several times during the night, each time sharing mutual orgasms. That ought to have lasted him a week or more, but here he was, about to get laid again, this time by a man. Ned from the gym. How a man could have such a hard body, and yet such long lashes around huge brown eyes, surely had to be one of life’s great mysteries. Sam had to struggle not to stare at the guy every time they worked out together. This afternoon, he’d lost the struggle, with happy consequences. Ned had looked back, his gaze heated with an invitation. Sam had accepted without a second thought, and now he had a boner that wasn’t going away without help. At the moment, as Ned faced away from him to check out his stereo equipment, he had a good view of the body he’d admired for months “You like smooth jazz.” Ned turned, caught him looking yet again, and smiled. He held up a CD. “Summer Mills. Not too many people have heard of her.” “Latin and soul, my favorite combination,” Sam said. “Beer?” “Sure.” Sam got two cold ones out of the fridge and used the opener to pry off the caps. 10

Nightwatch “My boyfriend sits in on the B3 for her sometimes,” Ned said. “Boyfriend?” Sam handed him a beer. “Musician.” Ned took a long drink and settled himself on the couch. In the corner, arms spread over the back, legs wide apart. “You’re in a relationship,” Sam said. “An open one.” Sam didn’t say anything to that, but studied Ned. He had a hard and fast rule to stay out of other couples’ lives. He’d broken that once and had regretted it for years. Cheating sucked, and he didn’t do it or help other people to do it. “Honest. Robb understands,” Ned said. Sam didn’t move from where he stood in the kitchenette area, leaning against the counter. “Robb’s on tour more than a hundred nights a year,” Ned went on. “We used to try to stay monogamous, but eventually one of us would slip, and then we’d fight the whole time he was at home.” “A hundred nights is a lot.” “We have an agreement. There are things we don’t do with other lovers.” “Understood,” Sam said. “BJ’s all I can offer,” Ned said. “That okay?” “Sure.” Sam went to the couch and sat down. He hadn’t been with a man for a while. After a woman’s softness, a firm, male body made a sensuous contrast, and Ned’s was in great shape. Sam had watched him with free weights. No one with a soul could miss the poetry of his movements, muscles bunching and relaxing. When he’d come out of the sauna slicked with sweat, the only human reaction was to want to lick it off like the salt around a margarita glass. So, what kept you from approaching me before today?” Ned said. “I could have been here months ago.” “I don’t usually come on to people in public places.” He didn’t come on to people much at all. You never knew if the advance would be welcomed or not, and he didn’t insert himself where he wasn’t wanted. Ned leaned over and placed his beer on the coffee table. “Does that mean I have to do all the work?” 11

“You can if that turns you on.” Ned moved closer. “You turn me on in a major way. Whenever I could, I’d try to sneak a glimpse of your package.” “What did you think?” “Nice,” Ned said, now only inches away. “I kept wondering how big you’d get.” “You’re about to find out.” Ned reached to Sam’s fly. “May I?” “Please do.” Ned unfastened Sam’s buckle and pulled the zipper down. With no shorts to contain it, Sam’s stiff member came free, falling into Ned’s hands. Ned used both on him at once, giving his shaft a firm workout while also tugging on the tip. Shit, the guy was good. But then, he owned a cock himself and knew what one liked. Sam leaned back against the cushions of the couch and let the pleasure roll over him in waves. “Nice,” Ned crooned. “I knew you’d have a big one.” “You know how to get it that way.” And man, did he. In another minute, he’d bust right out of his skin. “Sometimes, imagining you would make me so hot I’d have to jerk off in the shower at the gym.” “I wish I’d known,” Sam said. “Better late than never.” “About time I did something for you, don’t you think?” Sam said. “I thought you’d never ask.” Sam took over, leaning toward Ned and taking his mouth for a kiss as hot as what was going on in his balls. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to meet in a battle to see who could taste each other first. One nice thing about making love with another man—no need for coyness or going slowly. Plunge right in and take and give with no reservations. While they continued devouring each other’s mouths, Sam unzipped Ned’s fly and reached inside for his cock. It was on the small side but as hard as steel. Like Sam, he must have been erect the whole time they’d talked. While Sam stroked it, the thing seemed to come alive in his hand, throbbing against his palm. Now, Ned groped for Sam’s boner and stroked it again. Soon they 12

Nightwatch were engaged in mutual play so intense Sam could have sworn he experienced Ned’s escalating arousal as his own. He kept on teasing Ned’s member, using a firm pressure and twisting as he pulled his hand upward to the head. Ned let out a low growl. “Damn!” “Been a while?” Sam whispered. “Robb’s been gone.” Ned groaned. “Oh yeah…do it. Just like that.” Ned’s fingers had stopped moving on Sam’s cock. The guy was so aroused he couldn’t think of anyone else. So much for foreplay. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” Sam said. “More room there.” “Anything you say.” They untangled themselves, got up, and headed toward the bedroom. As they went, clothing flew so that by the time they’d arrived at the bed, both of them were naked. Again they kissed, this time with their arms around each other, their bodies fitted together, both cocks pressed between them. Reaching down, Sam grasped Ned’s buttocks and massaged them, pulling their pelvises close. His tool pressed into Ned’s firm belly, rubbing hard flesh against hard flesh. He could come this way if he had to, thrusting himself against Ned’s body until he couldn’t take any more and had to spill his lust onto the man. A blow job sounded a whole lot better, though. “Let’s get on the bed,” he said. “In a minute.” Ned pushed away from Sam, cupping Sam’s cock in his hand. “First, I want a better look at this monster.” Monster, huh? He hadn’t had any complaints, but he always made sure his technique was at least as impressive as his dimensions. Ned took positive delight in the thing as he dropped to his knees and licked the ridge that circled the head. “Glorious,” he declared before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking. Oh, brother, was that good. No shyness, just pressure, tugging and tugging at him. Sam forced himself to keep his eyes open so that he could watch his engorged flesh disappearing into Ned’s mouth, only to emerge again, moist and livid in color. Ned delivered a blow-job like a champ, swallowing him deep and even gently 13

running his teeth along the underside of the shaft. Before he knew what he was doing, his hips began a slow dance, the one that would end in explosion. Too soon for that. Instead, he pulled away. “You first. On the bed.” He didn’t have to make the suggestion twice. In a flash, Ned lay on his back on the spread, his head on one of the pillows and his erection in his hand. Sam joined him, kissed him again, and then moved lower, to his crotch. Ned’s member had already darkened to crimson when Sam finally wrapped his mouth around it. Ned sucked in a breath on a hiss, and his pelvis thrust upward. Because of Ned’s size, Sam could swallow most of him. He slid his lips almost to the base while his fingers went beneath Ned’s sac and gently cradled it. “Shit, you’re good,” Ned cried. “Oh, man. I’m going to come so hard.” And soon, if the tang of salt on Sam’s tongue meant what he thought it did. The guy had probably done without for a while and was operating with a hair trigger. Sam’d make it last as long as he could. So for a moment, he lifted his head and squeezed the base of Ned’s dick to hold off the orgasm. “What?” Ned gasped. “You stopped.” “Just for a second.” A drop of pre-come appeared at the head of Ned’s cock, so Sam spread it downward along the shaft. By now, Ned was moaning loudly. No more messing around. Sam lowered his head again, taking most of Ned into his mouth and then moving up and down in time with Ned’s thrusts. Harder and faster, creating as much suction as he could. “Shit, yes,” Ned said again, his voice rising and ending in a shout. Sam pulled Ned’s cock from his mouth and pumped furiously. After another massive upward thrust, Ned climaxed, spraying semen onto his own belly. Sam kept working him until Ned had finished. The last bits fell onto his fingers, so he rubbed that into Ned’s flesh, too. Ned went limp, still moaning softly. Sam had done a good job for him. A damned nice feeling to satisfy someone like that. For a minute, he’d let his lover enjoy the afterglow, so he sat up. 14

Nightwatch Something caught his eye. A small movement from the window. No, not from his, but the one across the small courtyard that divided the apartment building into a kind of horseshoe shape. Across the space, a head appeared above the sill of the other bedroom. Good grief, was someone watching? Had she seen all that? He hadn’t gotten a good view of the person, but the face had looked female. He got up and went to the window. For a split second, the face appeared again. He quickly glanced away, pretending not to notice her looking on. Standing and facing the wall behind the bed, he wrapped his fist around his woody and pumped. The face appeared again in his peripheral vision. Well, shit. What was he supposed to think about this development? A stranger, a woman, had just watched him sucking on another man’s cock. That ought to piss him off. What went on in his bedroom was none of her business. But somehow, he couldn’t conjure a whole lot of outrage. To the contrary, the idea of having a voyeur ratcheted up the excitement a couple of levels. His cock felt bigger and harder, more ready for whatever Ned could do for it. By now, Ned had recovered enough to notice he’d left the bed. He raised himself onto one elbow. “Something wrong?” “I think we have an audience.” “No kidding?” Ned said. “Where? “The apartment across the way.” Sam deliberately didn’t glance in that direction but went back to the bed and sat down. “Male or female?” Ned asked. “A woman.” Ned grinned. “Kinky.” “We can pull the drapes or go back into the living room.” Ned patted Sam’s cock. “What does he want to do?” “Let’s give her a show.” “I’ve never performed for a third party before,” Ned said. “Could be fun.” “Let’s make sure she has a good view.” Sam stretched out on his back on the side of the bed near the window. That would give Ned plenty of room to work without obstructing the woman’s view. An 15

extra zing of excitement went through him. What would she do while she watched? Simple curiosity couldn’t explain why she was crouching in front of her bedroom window, trying to remain unseen. She’d probably play with herself the whole time, getting hot enough to soak her pussy and hand. She might have orgasms over there, maybe timed with Ned’s and his. Amazing. As his libido went into overdrive, Ned grasped his cock and stroked. “This is such a big, bad boy. I want to suck it all.” Sam groaned. “Go for it.” “Too big. I’d choke,” Ned said. “But I can lick it all over.” “Make sure she doesn’t miss anything,” Sam said. “Not an inch, and you have a lot of inches.” Ned kept his promise. Starting at the base of Sam’s cock, he brought his tongue all the way up to the pucker at the tip. He repeated the process over and over until Sam’s member throbbed. Across the way, the woman would be parting the lips of her pussy in search of her clit. Moisture would seep out of her pussy, perfuming the air around her. The scent of a woman in heat. She’d want his tongue on her the way Ned was teasing him, but she’d have to imagine that as she slipped a finger inside her wetness and then rubbed it over her hot spot. She’d crave a cock, and he could picture himself behind her, sliding his aching flesh into her. Damn, this was exciting. Wilder than his most erotic dreams. Then Ned got really creative. Starting with one hand at the base of Sam’s cock, stroking upward and giving the head a little twist. The other hand repeated the process immediately, producing a constant stroke-twist, stroke-twist. Unbelievable. “Oh, man. Where did you learn that?” Sam said. “Never mind. Just enjoy.” As if he had any choice. He lay there and surrendered to the mounting excitement. Ned worked him hard. The tension built deep inside him, mounting to an almost unbearable level. Ned knew how to keep him there, though, without pushing him past into orgasm. He hadn’t done anything nearly as erotic for Ned. He owed the guy…well, something, because this was going to be a blow job for the ages. After Ned had done that long enough to send Sam hovering at 16

Nightwatch the plateau of full arousal, he went back to using his mouth. He did that as well as he did everything else. He sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue around the edge while using a strong grip on the shaft. Sam watched him work, like a really hot movie in slow motion, only this was his cock on the receiving end of such incredible pleasure. Across the way, the woman would be getting a hell of a show of a male member about to explode in orgasm. Maybe she’d picked up the pace rubbing her clit. Maybe she was nearing her own climax, her breath harsh as she tried to stifle her moans. Maybe she imagined having him inside her so that the spasms would close down around him. Maybe, maybe he was going to come any damned minute. “Oh, God,” he moaned. Ned lifted his head, now grasping Sam’s livid member in a firm fist. “Let’s show her how big you are.” Sam couldn’t do anything but groan. Ned had to realize how close he was. He’d have mercy and finish him in a minute. He had to. “Okay, final act.” Ned closed his mouth over Sam’s organ again, this time taking him deep inside. The heat, the wetness, the pressure. Sucking and pulling at Sam until he just lost it, his control snapping as the climax took him. Starting in his balls, but claiming his whole body, it slammed into him. He got out one shout of warning, and Ned removed his mouth but continued working Sam’s cock. Sam came with a force that rattled his teeth. On and on it went, as if it wouldn’t stop. Semen shot out of him in waves until he couldn’t give any more. When it finally ended, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift into post-orgasmic la-la-land. Ned scrambled up behind him and kissed him one more time. “I guess we gave her something to dream about.” “I guess we did. Thanks.”

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Chapter Two Nothing like running into your studly neighbor the day after you’d watched him sharing oral sex with another man. Even better, her sister Ann had come up with Janice in the elevator and could get a look at him for herself. Ann would never cheat on her husband, of course, but she loved playing matchmaker. It gave her some kind of vicarious thrill. Ann got right up in the man’s face. “Well, hello. You’re new, aren’t you?” He didn’t appear eager to get away, darn it. In fact, he’d been studying Janice pretty closely. Guys who looked like that usually stared right past her. Could this one have caught her watching him through his bedroom window? “Sam Windsor.” He offered his hand to Ann. “You live in the building?” “I don’t, but my sister does.” Ann grabbed Janice and dragged her between the two of them so that she was practically standing on the man’s toes. Sam Windsor’s toes, the man she’d watched having hot monkey sex with people of each gender. He stared down at her as if trying to figure out if he knew her. Not a good sign. She ignored his outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, Sam. We have to go.” “Wait a minute,” he said. “I’m Ann. She’s Janice,” Ann supplied. “And we’re not in that big a rush.” He gave her an easy smile. “You live on this floor?” “She does,” Ann gushed. She pointed toward Janice’s apartment. “Just down—” Janice pulled Ann’s hand down. “In that general direction.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gazed into the corridor in question. Obviously doing some mental geography. “So, your apartment’s on that wing of the building.” 18

Nightwatch “Yeah, sort of. More or less. In general.” She took Ann by the upper arm and led her away. “See you.” “What’s wrong with you?” Ann whispered. “Not now,” Janice whispered back. “He was being friendly.” “Shhh. Don’t say a word before we get inside the apartment.” They got to Janice’s front door, finally. She searched in her purse for the key, let them inside and threw the deadbolt. “All right,” Ann said. “What’s going on?” Janice went into the kitchenette and found a bottle of flavored iced tea in the refrigerator, Ann hovering right behind her the whole time. When Janice turned, she found her sister’s face nearly touching hers. “Perch somewhere, would you?” she said. “I can’t think with you crowding.” “Okay.” Ann sat on one of the stools at the serving area of the counter. “Shoot.” Janice got out two glasses and filled them with ice. “That man…Sam… lives across the courtyard.” “And…?” She poured their drinks and sat on the stool across from Ann. The whole thing about watching him had been eating at her since she’d first watched him with his female lover. Now she’d watched him with a man and had gotten even more turned on. She had to tell someone or she’d go nuts. Her sister might get meddlesome from time to time, but she didn’t blab. “Absolute, most sacred pledge of secrecy,” she said. Ann’s eyes grew round. “Wow, must be good.” “I mean it,” Janice said. “If you tell, I take your firstborn and sacrifice him to Satan.” “Come on. You know I don’t repeat things.” “Not even to Ralph.” Janice didn’t need her brother-in-law looking at her funny at family reunions. “Spill, Janice.” “That man, Sam Windsor.” She took a fortifying drink of her tea. “His bedroom faces mine across the courtyard.” “Okay.” Ann leaned toward her as if expecting the real story. 19

“You don’t understand.” Janice set her glass down and rose. “Follow me.” Janice led her sister into the bedroom and to the window in question. “Look.” Ann did. “You have a pretty good view.” “Not only that, but you know about the acoustics out there.” “Ahhh.” The light dawned in Anne’s eyes. “You can hear him, too.” “A few nights ago, he had a visitor, and he left the window open.” “He did? Doesn’t he know how sound travels out there?” Janice shrugged. “He’s new to the building.” “So he had a visitor in his bedroom.” Janice went to the bed and sank onto it. “A woman…and they were… with the window open and the blinds up.” “Oh.” Ann stared in that direction again as if something really interesting might happen. “I see.” “You don’t, but I did,” Janice said. “You’d better come away from there.” “Yeah.” Ann sat next to Janice on the bed. “They were going at it. Doggie style.” She still had those images in her head. His swollen member sliding in and out of the woman’s body. The expression on his face as he climaxed. “I could see everything.” “Really?” “I do mean everything.” Ann fanned herself. “What did you do?” “I watched.” There, she’d said it. She’d peeped in on a couple making love. Did that make her some kind of pervert? “I slunk down by the windowsill and watched the whole thing,” Janice said. “Well, um….” Ann’s face turned red with embarrassment. But then, she’d always blushed easily. “That’s not illegal. At least, I don’t think it is.” “I sure hope not.” Ann bit her lip for a moment. “Is he, that is, how is he… is it…?” “Big. Really, really big.” Ann fanned herself again. “Oh, my God. And he’s drop-dead 20

Nightwatch gorgeous.” “Plus, he’s really good with his fingers.” And his mouth. She wouldn’t forget his mouth. “You should have heard her orgasm.” “Well.” Ann cleared her throat. “I’m sure he’ll keep the blinds down in the future.” “Um…not exactly.” Ann put her hand on Janice’s arm. “You mean you saw more?” “Last night, he had a man.” Ann’s jaw dropped, and her eyes grew as wide as Janice had ever seen them. For a moment, her mouth worked, but no sound came out. Finally she snapped it shut. Her whole family had always supported LGBT rights. Her parents didn’t raise any haters. But she’d never put any thought into the reality of man-man lovemaking and how hot it would be, and she was pretty sure Ann hadn’t either. “You watched that, too?” Ann whispered. “What was it like?” “Unbelievably erotic.” That was an understatement. How could you describe that scene to someone else, even a sister you trusted? Two cocks, both erect. The other guy’s didn’t measure up to Sam’s, but they both had firm, muscular bodies. The two of them had to work out regularly. Maybe together. They’d sure given each other’s member a work-out. And she’d seen it all. “It was oral sex,” she said. “On the bed near the window. First Sam did the other man, and then they switched.” “You saw them both climax?” “Yeah.” What a sight they’d made. First the other guy ejaculating, and then Sam coming for the longest time. Of course, her vision had been blurred by the fact that she’d climaxed along with him. Again. The same way she had the previous night. Only, this time she’d already had one orgasm, thanks to the small battery-powered vibrator she’d had between her pussy lips since the whole encounter began. She groaned. “God, I'm becoming a pervert.” “Not necessarily.” Ann furrowed her brow for a moment. “I mean, wouldn't anyone watch under those circumstances?” “Wouldn't a normal person pull her own blinds and put on the stereo to cover up the noises?” 21

“I don't know. I've never had a neighbor who did anything more interesting than put his garbage bins out a day early.” “Well, trust me. This is not normal.” Janice got up from the bed and paced back and forth in front of it, tying to jar loose some sense in her brain. There was probably a diagnosis for what had come over her since the first night she'd watched him. Getting a vicarious kick out of watching other people do the nasty had to have occurred to Freud at some point. Some kind of oral fixation or something. Whatever you might call this neurosis, it was definitely addictive. She might try to resist, but the moment a sex noise came through the window across the way, she'd be glued to her own, her nose pressed against her glass and something else pressed to the space between her legs. Hopeless. Utterly hopeless. “There's a cure, you know,” Ann said. “Anything. I'm scared to death he's going to catch me.” “It's obvious,” Ann said. “If you were in his bed, you couldn't be over here watching.” Janice stopped pacing and stared at her sister. "You're kidding, right?" "Of course not. Why shouldn't you have some fun with him? “Because he looks like a centerfold from that women's magazine, and he's hung like a stud.” Ann crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at Janice. “That's a reason you shouldn't get some of the action?” “It's a reason he wouldn't be interested in me.” “Not that again.” Ann patted the bed next to her. “Sit down.” “I'm not listening to another lecture.” “Oh yes, you are. You can doing it standing up or sitting down,” Ann said. “Your choice.” No point trying to avoid it. When Ann turned into Super Sister, there was no way of winding her down. Janice sat. “Steve was a creep. He did a number on your self-esteem for the fun of it.” Always Steve. Whenever anything went wrong in Janice's life, Ann blamed it on Steve. She'd probably find some way to lay the fact that her garbage disposal broke down on Steve. Granted, the man had had his little ways of poking at her body image, but he did 22

Nightwatch that no doubt because he was absolutely perfect himself. Not an extra pound on him. No paunch, no bald spot, every hair in place. God spare her from men who were prettier than she was. Which was exactly why the guy across the way, Sam Windsor, would remain her narcotic and not her reality. “I'm perfectly happy as I am,” she said. “I don't need a man.” “I don't know what you need and don't need, but surely, you must want him,” Ann said. “I guess.” “Guess? You're either blind or lying to yourself,” Ann said. “Or both.” “Besides, how do I start up a conversation with him? 'Hi, I happened to watch your last several fucks and wondered if I could get in on that'?” “Do I have to explain everything to you?” Ann put her hands on her hips. “You wait until he's in the laundry room and then mix one of your bras in with his briefs in the washer.” “Now, I know you're nuts. My bra wouldn't excite anyone.” “Well, think of something.” Ann rose. “I have to get home, but I expect a report in the next couple of days.” “I can save you the time. This week will be just like last week, and the week after will be no different.” “At least, keep your blinds up and your eyes open.” Right. As if she had any choice in the matter now that she'd had a lethal dose of his special brand of eye candy. She was one sick puppy. **** Sam had a problem. The problem had a name. Ned. Not that the guy was bothering him. He wasn't. They saw each other at the gym as usual. They exchanged pleasantries. They went their separate ways. Sam took the problem home with him alone. The orgasm had haunted him, not the man who'd given it to him. In the twenty or so years since the first time he'd had his first sexual encounter with another human being, he'd never climaxed like that. That orgasm belonged in its own world of sexual response. He kept 23

reliving it, playing every moment over in his head. How the shot upward to the peak had grabbed him, squeezing the breath out of him. How the tidal wave of sensation had rushed through him. How the final emissions had gone on for-fucking-ever. When a guy had a big O like that, his brain fixated on it and how to get more, and that gave him the problem. Ned had a regular lover. Sam didn't get into other people's relationships. That didn't mean he could never share oral sex with Ned again, but his lover couldn't want Ned to get involved with anyone else on any kind of emotional level. It couldn't be Robb when he was in town and Sam when Robb was gone. If Sam had any kind of interaction with Ned in the future, he'd have to keep it occasional and casual. Bottom line, he couldn't have Ned back any time soon to find out if that insane encounter was a fluke. None of the other men Sam had made love with had created anything like that. Of course, he could consider another possibility. The woman across the way had watched. Might she have caused the heightened sexual experience? Maybe having an audience created that incredible tension and resulting release. Maybe he liked performing. People enjoyed weirder things than that, and it didn't hurt anyone if everyone knew the rules of the game and agreed. If so, he could continue without change, making sure his peeping Tomette got an eyeful and having mega-orgasms over and over. He'd just have to find partners who could get kinky that way and feel comfortable about it. For now, he could perform a simple test of that hypothesis. He only had to make sure she was watching and pleasure himself to see if she could make that better than usual. Masturbation didn't turn him on all that much. He preferred having another human being, but he could get his cock up now if he needed to. In fact, it was well on the way to stiffening without his help. Interesting. He went into the bedroom and made sure the blinds were up, the drapes open. To help matters, he opened the window a crack. If he stared over there, searching for her, she'd know what was up. So he couldn't do that, but he could face away from there and open his fly while checking from the corner of his eye for a head peeking over the sill. 24

Nightwatch Man, yeah, he was getting hard. As soon as he touched himself, his member grew stiff and thick. He couldn't hold back a grunt at the surprising intensity of the pressure of his fingers on his shaft. Sure enough, something flashed over there. She'd found him. Standing in full view of her window, he stroked himself slowly. Shit, it was good. Better than it had been since he was a kid and hadn't had anything else. He kept on going, taking this slowly. Might as well give her her money's worth, and anyway, he could draw this out for a while. Normally he'd fantasize about someone really foxy coming onto him. A woman with a glorious ass begging for a little doggie-style. Plump buttocks spread so that the pussy lips showed between them. Getting so turned on that she soaked his member with her juices as he slowly eased himself into her. Tonight, he used a different image—that woman lying on a bed across the room from him. He'd still be pulling on his prick, and she'd lie with her legs spread, fingering her hot button while he watched her lips part, needing him. She'd tell him how excited she'd become and how much she needed him. She'd swear he had the biggest, most beautiful instrument she'd ever seen and beg him to bring it over and sink it into her. He'd make her wait, though, knowing that he could make her come as many times as she could stand. She might feel that she had to have him now, but he'd show her that she could climax for him before he even touched her and still have a few really great orgasms later. Talk about really great orgasms. He'd have one in a few minutes. He'd come like crazy, and he'd have her to thank. Of all the tricks he'd tried over the years, he'd never had anything quite like this. Who would have thought having someone watch would be such an incredible turn-on? Of course, it didn't hurt to think about what she was doing over there. She had to have something between her thighs. Either some kind of sex toy or her own fingers. If only he could crawl in there and put his mouth on her pussy and lick away the evidence of her arousal. He'd find a hard, little button there and when he flicked his tongue against it, she'd made some of those excited cries women did when they became really excited. He'd lower her to the floor and 25

show her what a really good fucking felt like. Oh, shit. That did it. He couldn't hold back now. He tried that twisting move Ned had shown him. Stroking upward along his shaft from the base and then squeezing at the tip. Repeating with the other hand. Clenching his teeth, he sucked in a breath as he kept doing it. Closer and closer as he got right to the edge and held himself there. She'd better be enjoying this, because he needed her to come back for more and more so he could keep feeling like this...as if he'd left the real world behind for a new reality of lust, lust, and more lust. As the climax built inside him, coiling tight, he had to know that he could have this same feeling later. This was going to end in a few seconds, and he had to have it back. Now. Oh fuck, yeah. The surge flew through him like wildfire, and then the coil snapped, breaking free. He clutched his cock until he'd strangled the thing as the scalding waves shot out of him. His legs almost gave out with the power of it. Wow, just wow. When it was finally over, he sat down on the bed, dragging in breath as if he were drowning. He'd settled that question. Ned had made the oral sex good, all right, but the woman across the courtyard had made it world-class. He had only to figure out how to keep things that way. Send her flowers, pay her rent, make sure she didn't go anywhere. He glanced up to check her window and saw the worst possible thing. Her face. Not peeking over the windowsill but looking at him full on. When she spotted him, her eyes went wide with recognition. Shit. She'd thought he was done and would leave the room or fall asleep or something. She hadn't expected him to search the window for her. She knew now that he knew that she'd been watching him, and her mouth dropped open in shock. Then she reached to the window frame and her blinds came crashing down. **** Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Janice groped blindly in front of her as she stumbled out of her bedroom into the living area. He'd seen her. One moment she was watching the most beautiful male 26

Nightwatch member in the world in the throes of what looked like an amazing climax, and the next, he was staring at her. What man looked outside his window after masturbating? Maybe one who'd known she was watching the whole time. He certainly hadn't glanced outside to check out the courtyard. His gaze had gone directly to her window, as if he'd known he'd find her there. What in hell did she do now? She could avoid him as much as possible. If he confronted her and demanded an explanation, she could play dumb. He couldn't prove anything, certainly. Better yet, she could pretend she wasn't home. That way, he'd get confused about which apartment the peeker lived in, and he'd never figure out she'd done it. From now on, he'd lower his blinds, or she would. She'd keep hers down permanently. Only…to hide the fact that she was inside, she'd need to turn off the television and all the lights. She'd better do it in a hurry, because he'd probably left his own place already to search for her. After stashing the vibrator under her pillow, she hit the switch on the wall and left the bedroom. Dashing to the coffee table, she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Then, the lights in the bathroom and the kitchenette. That only left the living area, and that switch stood on the wall right by the entryway. Even getting close to where he'd arrive at the door gave her the willies, but she had no choice. She crept there on tiptoe to remain silent and turned the dimmer to off just as his knock came. Darn. She stood there with her hand over her mouth doing her best not to even breathe lest he hear it. Her heart hammered. Surely that wouldn't make a sound that could carry out into the hallway. Make him go away. Please God, I'll never do anything like that again if You'll just make him go away. He knocked again, harder this time. “I know you're in there. I saw the light go off.” Trapped. She didn't even have a back door to try to escape. She could only stand there without making a noise in hopes he'd give up. This time, he pounded on the door. “Either you talk to me or the building management.” 27

He would think of something like that. Her heart still thundering, she tiptoed to the door, released the chain lock and the one in the door knob, and jumped back as far as she possibly could. The door almost slammed open, and she jumped back again, farther than she would have thought possible. Sam Windsor gave her one glare and headed toward her bedroom. “Hey, what are you doing?” she called after him. He glanced at her again, with a “go ahead, make my day” warning in his eyes and stepped over the threshold into her bedroom. Suddenly, her legs didn't feel so strong, so she went to the couch and sank onto it. After a moment, he reappeared. “So, it was you.” Okay, now for the play dumb part. “I don't know what you're talking about.” “I saw you looking out your window at me.” “And you were looking back,” she said. “So what?” “I don't mean at the end. I mean during.” He didn't specify during the few moments when he'd had his hand on his member or while he climaxed like crazy. That's what he meant, though. “If I had been watching you, during...during what I don't know… why would you have done it? Whatever it was you were doing. Or not.” That ought to confuse things for a while. She hadn't planned things that way, but she'd take it. That seemed to take some of the wind out of his outrage. He paused for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck in what was clearly a nervous gesture. “It was a test.” “What was?” “You know,” he answered. “I think you have the wrong person. I don't know what you're talking about.” She got up and went to stalk by him in a pseudohuff, but he put his arm around her waist, catching her. “I was jerking off, okay?” he said. “And you watched the whole thing.” She pulled back. “I don't know why you'd do that sort of thing standing in front of a window.” “As I said, it was a test.” 28

Nightwatch “Test of what?” This was getting frustrating enough that in another minute, she'd stamp her foot. In a fit of pique, like one of the heroines in her books. “You watched me the other night, too,” he said. “With my friend, Ned.” Holy mother of pearl. Her jaw dropped, and she covered her mouth with her hand. He knew about that? The two of them had created the most erotic scene she'd ever witnessed. More exciting than she'd ever imagined. He'd known the whole time, and he'd still gone through with having sex with that man? “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You knew I'd seen you with your friend, and yet you still masturbated tonight where I could look on?” He seemed to realize how ridiculous that sounded. His skin flushed, and for a moment, he struggled for words. “Well...yeah.” “That would seem to suggest you did it for my benefit,” she said. “Or am I wrong about that?” He blushed even darker. “Can we talk?” “I guess we'd better.” “We’re two intelligent adults. We can discuss this rationally.” From the color of his skin, he didn’t resemble a rational adult at all, but he soldiered on, gesturing toward the couch. When she took a seat he joined her, not far away, but not too close either. “That night.” He cleared his throat. “I wasn't sure whether Ned was turning me on like crazy or if you watching did it.” “So, you….” She felt heat rise to her face. The two of them were going to need a dermatologist. “For my benefit?” He breathed a sigh of relief. “That's pretty much it.” That left the obvious question. The only issue was... would she find the intestinal fortitude to ask it. She took a fortifying breath. “Was it good?” “Amazing.” He turned to her. “My turn to ask something embarrassing.” They'd done pretty well so far. “Shoot.” “Did you enjoy watching?” She could do this. She could. “Define ‘enjoy.’” “Did it make you hot?” 29

“That would be a fair statement,” she said. “Did you, um, masturbate?” Vibrators counted as masturbate, certainly. “Well, yeah.” He looked her straight in the eye. “Was it good?” “Yes.” She swallowed. “Really, really good.” Someday in the future, they'd no doubt discuss what happened next. Dissect it, analyze it. Who jumped whom first. That sort of thing. At the time, none of that mattered. They simply came together as if they had powerful magnets inside that sucked them up against each other. His arms went around her shoulders and hers around his waist as their lips met in a kiss that singed her lips. Cataclysmic, overpowering, and delicious beyond human understanding. Their mouths tangled together, finding new angles and pressures. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe. As he did that, his hands went beneath her sweater to unfasten the clasp of her bra. “What was your name again?” he murmured against her lips. “Janice Morgan.” “Right.” He groaned. “I'm Sam Windsor.” “I know.” “Bedroom?” he said. “And hurry.” They separated, both breathing heavily. He rose and offered her his hand. When she took it, he pulled her up against him and kissed her again. This time, his tongue sought the seam of her lips, and when she parted them, he slipped inside her mouth. He tasted like honey and had a scent just as sweet. Hot, clean man, becoming heavily aroused. Yes, she could smell him becoming excited, as impossible as that sounded. Damn, this was hot. Every bit as exciting as she'd imagined when he had sex with that woman and then the man. Now, she wouldn't have to watch. She'd have him...all of him... doing all those fabulous things to her body. When he pulled her hard against him, her breasts crushed against his chest. The nipples became supersensitive, and the outline of his cock—fully erect— pressed into her belly. She managed to extricate her mouth from his. “Bedroom.” 30

Nightwatch Her knees threatened to buckle as he tugged her over the threshold and went to the window. He lowered the blinds with a slash of his arm, causing them to jangle. Hardly any reason for that now, but who cared? By the time he got back to her, she'd toed out of her shoes and was working on her pants. Hands flew everywhere, tearing off clothes and tossing them Lord knew where. After a moment, they'd removed everything but his jeans. They wouldn't come off until he'd taken of his running shoes, so she knelt to help him out of them and his socks. That done, she reached for his fly and tugged the zipper down. Of course, a guy as sexy as this one wouldn't wear shorts, so she had no further obstacle to his cock. The thing sprang free into her waiting palms. Warm and solid, it filled her hands. He trembled as she petted his length. Such a treat, so she did it again, all the way down to his sac. She hadn't imagined its size one little bit. Thick and beautiful with a vein running along the underside. Just the head would make a mouthful. She had one easy and delicious way to test that, so she slid her lips around it. Clean, just like the rest of him, but with a musky taste underneath. She could savor this all day and never get enough of it. And so far, she’d only tasted the huge tip. That left a lot for her hand to stroke, which suited her just fine. He sucked in a breath. “Better than I imagined.” As she pumped him, he seemed to swell from his already impressive size, and he thrust slowly. She took as much as she could manage, guiding him with her hand. In another moment, she'd have him inside her, and the thought had her whole body readying itself for his invasion. She'd never wanted a man as much as she did this one at this exact time. He'd do all the things for her that he'd done for his other lovers, and she'd climax just as readily as they had. Sam Windsor was a sexual Olympian, and he'd soon serve as her coach and mentor. You didn't get a lot luckier than that. When his hand stroked her face, pushing her hair back over her ears, she released him long enough to glance upward. He watched her, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes heavy-lidded with obvious arousal. When she pumped him again, a droplet of pearly 31

liquid appeared at the tip of his sex. She licked it off, savoring the taste of salt and him. “Better stop for now,” he said. “I'm enjoying it.” “More later,” he said. “I need to make this good for you.” Hard to tell which made her heart happier, the promise of more or the prospect of him satisfying her. She got up and climbed onto the bed to wait for him. When he'd freed himself of his jeans, he joined her. He kissed her again, just for a moment before lowering himself along her body, letting his tongue travel over her neck, between her breasts and over her belly. For a moment, she lay, looking up at the ceiling of her own apartment as if seeing it for the first time. She had the sexiest, best-endowed man in the world in her bed, and his mouth was headed to her throbbing pussy. She'd surely died and gone to heaven. In another few seconds, she truly arrived in paradise as his mouth closed over her mound. With his fingers, he parted the lips and went immediately for her sweet spot, bathing her clit with heat and moisture. Oh, God, he was good. Not the least bit shy, he teased it with his tongue, flicking and rubbing and rolling that sensitive scrap of flesh. She whimpered with rising need while he taught her a lesson in pure, unadulterated lust. That a talented lover like him could make her hotter than her wildest dreams, could make her come with more force than any sex toy. So close, so close. She found enough control of her mind to reach down and stroke his head. Sending a message...don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! He didn't, of course. He kept right on making her wild until the storm built and crested inside her, growing stronger by the millisecond until it burst over her. As the world turned red with lust, she climaxed with her whole body, from her toes to the top of her head. As the spasms raced through her sex, he kept up the pressure on her clit. Finishing her, bless his wicked mouth. Giving her every second of heaven she could possibly stand. She had to let him know when he could stop with a moan as she let her body sag into the comforter. He'd melted her bones, and she couldn't have moved if a fleet of flying monkeys were after her. Eventually, he slid up beside her, stretching out his body and 32

Nightwatch propping himself up on one elbow. “Good one?” “Jeeze Louise,” she whispered back. “Glad to hear it.” He took her hand and placed it on his erection. That had only been the first course. She could have more of him, and if he felt the way she had before he'd made her come, he couldn't wait a whole lot longer. She stroked him slowly, recalling in her mind's eye how he'd done that for himself just before he'd left his apartment to find her. Amazing. That had been less than an hour ago. It seemed like days or months. He placed his mouth against her ear. “Why don't you climb on?” “Oh, yeah.” As she sat up, he rolled onto his back, holding his member so that it stood straight up. Still beautiful, still impressive. And all for her. She swung her leg over him, took his shaft in her hand, and guided it to her sex. As she slid down onto him, she had to stretch to accept his girth. Not much sacrifice there. He filled her perfectly. When she'd impaled herself on his cock all the way to the base, she hesitated, letting the sensations register. No way was she going to rush this. She'd draw it out to enjoy the ride. He started moving, though, an even thrusting. Slow and sweet. He hadn't climaxed yet and must have a shorter fuse that she did. She'd indulge him. Oh yes, she would. In fact, she could do more than that. She covered her breasts with her palms, squeezing and massaging the flesh. The peaks grew stiff and sensitive, so she tugged on them. A new charge of excitement traveled along her nerves, down to her sex. Her inner walls clamped around him, measuring each inch as he stroked her, steel inside velvet. As he moved, moisture collected between her thighs, a sure sign that she was nearing the pinnacle again. Holding her hips, he watched from under half-lowered eyelids at the place where he entered her and retreated. “What an incredible turn-on.” She recognized the words, but not much meaning got through as she approached another climax. “What?” “Watching you take me inside you.” He groaned and picked up the pace. “You feel so tight and wet.” She squeezed her muscles around him, savoring every solid inch. 33

“You’re big.” “I’m going to come in a minute. Can’t hold back.” His movements had grown frantic, shoving up into her as if he couldn’t stop. Probably he couldn’t. “If I can't last, I'll make it up to you.” Awesome. A promise of more. Once she'd had sex with this man, anything less would be a letdown. She arched her back as her brain clouded with lust. The two of them could come together. He could spill his essence inside her as she milked him with her inner muscles. So delicious, so powerful. “Beneath the pillow,” she whispered. “Hm?” He moved harder now and faster. Each upward thrust brought him against her clitoris. Just a little bit more, and she'd come all around him. “The pillow,” she said. “Reach under there and see what you find.” Releasing her hip, he did as she'd asked. In a moment, his hand reappeared with the narrow battery-operated vibrator in it. When she reached for it, he gave her a lazy grin. “Smart woman,” he said. “But, I'll do it.” When he turned the dial at the base, the little machine came to life. It had a tapered tip that fit easily between their bodies and landed right on her hot button. A whole new sensual world opened up for her. The incredible hardness filling her while the buzzing little wonder worked its magic on the right spot between her pussy lips. This was sex as she'd only imagined it. Perfect in every way. If she could have this again later, maybe whenever she wanted it, she'd walk around with an insufferable grin on her face twentyfour/seven. The vibrator kept stimulating her clit while the man beneath her grew more frantic in his movements. Neither of them would last much longer, but oh what a sweet conclusion they'd share. She closed her eyes and brought up the image of him touching himself. How his member turned a livid crimson as he worked it faster toward the end. How the pre-climax droplet had appeared at the head, and then how he'd stiffened as he ejaculated. All that was happening inside her now, or would soon. Perfect and perfectly 34

Nightwatch wicked. In the end, her control went first. The sensation of inevitability rushed through her. She tensed all over as the feelings claimed her. Fire, starting at the place where he pounded into her and the vibrations drove her into insanity. Her muscles gripped at him and then burst free in rhythmic contractions. Her breath gone, she could only gasp for air. But then, he sang out for both of them. He made a few more savage thrusts as a shout tore from his chest. His body went rigid as he came. They hung together, suspended in time, for long moments before it ended, leaving her weak. When he'd pulled the vibrator away, she sank against his chest with a whimper. The machine continued to buzz over toward one side. She'd turn it off as soon as she returned to reality. For now, she could only manage to lie on top of him, her ear directly over his heart as it beat as quickly as if he'd just run a mile. Maybe he had. He'd worked hard to satisfy her, and man, had he succeeded. She'd never had anything like this in her life before. With any luck, she'd have it again.

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Chapter Three Sam was waiting at her door in the morning, his hand raised to knock as she opened it. He glanced at the laundry basket tucked under her arm, took it from her, and set it on the floor just inside the apartment. “Breakfast,” he said. “On me.” “Do you always order people around?” “No time. A stranger’s saving our place in line at Dolly’s.” Yum. Though the restaurant was only at the end of their block, Janice seldom ate there. They had such a reputation for great breakfasts, the queue of patrons usually grew long enough to block the entrance to her underground parking. She’d never have the chutzpah to ask someone she didn’t know to save her place, but Sam obviously had. Breakfast at Dolly’s. Huevos rancheros, homemade corned beef hash with a poached egg on top, waffles. “Don’t stand there salivating,” Sam said as he grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.” They didn’t bother to wait for the elevator but went down the stairs two at a time. He held her hand the whole way, tugging her along. By the time they reached the lobby she was breathing hard, and the sprint to the restaurant left her gasping for breath. Sam found his stranger—an attractive woman who gave him the once-over with her eyes and then noticed Janice’s hand tucked in his. After a brief smile, she went back to talking to her female friend. “Hey, there’s a line,” a man called out from a few parties back. “I was here,” Sam said. “I just had to get my girl.” “There’s such a thing as cell phones,” the man grumbled. Sam ignored him as the line moved forward. His girl, huh? Holding hands, even now after any need had passed. He hadn’t spent the night with her, so she’d had no reason to expect any sort of a relationship with him. No more, anyway, than a few vague references about how they’d do things in bed at 36

Nightwatch some later date. Even if they became friends with privileges, he’d given no hint that he’d be taking her on a date for breakfast and suggesting to the people around them that they’d become a couple. She lost herself in thought to the point where he had to tug on her hand again so they could follow the hostess to a small booth in a corner. Exactly the sort of place where they could have a private conversation. She sat and picked up a menu. “Come here often?” “Pretty much every Saturday,” he said. “They usually give me this booth.” Interesting how they could manage that. With the huge clientele and the rapid turn-over of table, they’d find it pretty hard to give Sam this one. The reason became obvious in a minute, when their waitress made a bee-line for them as if she’d been waiting to pounce. Blonde and in her twenties and with boobs you could only call perky, she hovered over Sam. No doubt she had an arrangement with the hostess to give Sam his regular booth so that she could wait on him. “Hi, guy,” she said in a breathy voice. “Barb, how’s it shaking?” he answered. The young woman giggled. “Pretty good.” Obviously, she’d have been happier if Sam had been doing the shaking. She bent over him to adjust the catsup and hot sauce bottles. “Anything special today?” Sam folded his menu and placed it back in the holder. “The usual.” Barb wrote something on her pad and turned to Janice, finally. Of course, she hadn’t so much as glanced at the menu, but she could wing it. “Huevos rancheros.” “This is my friend, Janice,” Sam said. A bit of a demotion from his girl, but she’d take it. “Nice to meet you.” Barb gave her a smile that was about a six on a scale of ten. Then she turned and disappeared. “Barb’s a good kid,” he said. “Working her way through college.” “She thinks a lot of you.” “Yeah?” One eyebrow went up. “Too young for me.” Janice grasped the sugar dispenser and turned it around on the 37

table top. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “You…um….” She gave the sugar another half turn. “That is….” His hand settled over hers, stilling it. “It’s about time we stopped being shy with each other, don’t you think?” “Okay.” She raised her gaze to his and held it. “You like women. I watched you with one of them, too.” His eyebrow went up. “You did?” “The first time you left your window open. About a week ago.” “Ah, Rhonda.” “Are you angry?” she asked. “No more than I was about Ned.” “That’s what I wondered. You also like men,” she said. “There’s a word for it.” Barb chose that moment to return with a coffee carafe and two mugs. She set them both down and filled Janice’s. Taking more time with Sam’s, she bent over him again, this time nearly putting her perky bust line in his face. He ignored the posture, if he noticed it at all. When Barb got no reaction, she went away again. “Bisexual,” he said. “That’s what I am.” “Fine with me.” Of course, until now, she’d dealt with LGBT issues on a more-or-less intellectual level. She had gay and lesbian friends, but they were friends. She’d never become sexually involved with one of them. “So, you can pretty much make love with anyone,” she said. “If there’s mutual attraction,” he said. “I don’t jump on anything that moves.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t put that right.” Oh, damn, she was going to blush. He could be anything he wanted to be as long so he kept making love with her. He’d shot her arousal into the stratosphere and then given her orgasms that sent her crashing back to Earth. “It’s okay. I’m like anyone else.” His hand went to hers again, his fingers squeezing hers. “I’ve had a few relationships. In between I play the field. Someday, I’ll fall in love and settle down.” “Right.” “I only have one rule. I don’t cheat, and I don’t help other people do it.” 38

Nightwatch “Never?” she asked. Barb brought their food. Janice’s looked amazing—salsa and melted cheese oozing over the eggs and rice and beans on the side. Sam got enough to feed two people. Three eggs, a pile of sausages, hash browns, and four slices of toast on the side. He immediately picked up his fork and dug into it with an enthusiasm that said he planned to eat every bite. They ate for a while, the only sounds coming from silverware meeting plates and mugs settling onto the table. After a bit, he wiped his face with his napkin. “Are you involved with anyone now?” “Would I have stared out the window at you if I were?” “Just asking.” “I broke up with someone a while ago.” “I don’t want to pry. I have a thing about cheating.” He sat without speaking for a few moments. “I got involved with a married man once. Thought I could keep it casual, and then, I figured his marriage was his own business.” “I gather it didn’t work out.” “Total disaster. She didn’t even know he was gay. I hurt all three of us very badly.” “It was probably his fault, don’t you think?” “Maybe.” He shrugged. “Ever since, I’ve been careful not to interfere with other people’s relationships.” “That makes you a better person than most,” she said. “Just more cautious.” He finished the rest of his breakfast and pushed the plate away. “So, let’s put all our cards on the table.” “Cards?” “We didn’t get a chance to talk much last night.” “We were busy,” she said. “Doing other things.” “I’ll say.” His eyes lit up, and he reached across the table to stroke one finger over her cheek. “It was amazing.” For a moment, their gazes locked as all the air seemed sucked out of the booth. Her mind flashed back to her bedroom and the sensations of him moving inside her, so big and beautiful, and then the vibrator moving against her clit. No wonder every female they passed showed an interest in him. He was sexual, through and 39

through. A force of nature. Even here in public, she could slide into the booth beside him and wrap all her limbs around him while he unfastened her bra and…. She pulled back and took a few unsteady breaths. “It’s real, Janice. Let’s explore it,” he said. “What did you have in mind?” “Lots of things, but first, I thought we could trade places,” he said. That brought her up short. “I don’t understand.” “You like watching,” he said. “I get really excited performing. Let’s both try a little of each.” “You want me to find another man so that you can observe us having sex?” Aside from the fact that she didn’t have another man to fill the role, finding some stranger didn’t sound the least bit appealing. And she sure in hell wasn’t going to invite Steve for a little sumpin-sumpin for old time’s sake. “Kinkier than that.” “Okay, you’d better explain.” “I did a little bit of research last night,” he said. “Some of my friends are a bit more twisted than others.” “I don’t know any twisted people.” By which, she meant that she didn’t want to know any twisted people or get involved in any of what twisted them. She’d have to hope he got the message. “We won’t be inviting them to an orgy.” He laughed lightly. “But one of them told me about a club. A very exclusive club. Secret enough that you have to be invited by a member.” “And he’s a member.” “She,” Sam corrected. “A lot goes on there that might not interest us, but there is one part of the club we could check out.” Judging from the look on his face, whatever he’d thought up turned him on. His eyes had an excited glow, and a flush covered his cheeks. “Go on,” she said. “There are booths with glass dividing them into two sections, each with its own door. Some guests go in on one side to perform while the couples on the other side watch.” “Oh.” No other answer came to mind. With anyone but Sam, she 40

Nightwatch could pretend to be shocked, but she couldn’t hide that side of her libido from him. The fact that she’d just discovered that side of herself didn’t make it any less powerful. Anonymity— not knowing the other people nor expecting to ever see them again—offered a whole lot of freedom. A place like that would allow her to do whatever excited her with no fear of consequences. “We can both watch, and I can see what it’s like,” he said. “And then, we can put on a show for someone else, and you can experience that.” “Yeah…um…wow.” Her mind boggled. Absolutely nothing else registered in it except how damned erotic that could be. “You can get us an invitation?” “Already did. How about tonight?” **** Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. His date had dressed for a spy mission, or at least, a Hollywood idea of a spy mission. Though the evening air held no chill, she’d put on a trench coat and turned the collar up. A baseball cap hugged her head, the brim low and hiding her eyes. Actually, her look more resembled the Three Stooges’ idea of a spy mission, or Natasha and Boris— if Natasha was a Red Socks fan. He hadn’t had much time to get to know her, but this couldn’t be her normal way of dressing. She must be really apprehensive about this adventure to hide herself so completely while at the same time making herself look so ridiculous. That she’d do this for him despite her worries was really kind of heartwarming. “You don’t need to wear a disguise like a spy,” he said. “No one’s here to get to know you.” “I have a job,” she answered. “I wouldn’t want my boss to find me in a place like this.” “A roller rink?” Sam said. “He has a problem with skates?” “Of course not. It’s the private club in the back.” “I wouldn’t worry about that.” He stroked her back to reassure her. “He’d only find out about that if he’s a member.” They’d reached the entrance to the skating area, so Sam opened 41

the door and followed Janice inside. Lights from a disco ball greeted them, blinding him for a moment. When his vision returned, he discovered what you’d expect. Pop music loud enough to fill the hall and dozens of skaters, some in couples, going round and round. In the center, one man did some elaborate maneuvers. The building took up the entire block, about three quarters of it devoted to the innocent business in front. It made a perfect cover for foot traffic constantly going in and out. “You skate?” he asked as they made their way to the rear. “Not if I can avoid it,” she said. “I’m a total klutz.” “You move well in bed.” “Shhh.” She stopped walking and glared up at him, Or she seemed to, anyway. It was hard to tell with so little view of her face. “Don’t say things like that here.” “No one can hear me over the music,” he said. “Why don’t you relax?” “I’ve never done anything like this.” He bent to whisper into her ear. “You were comfortable enough watching me suck on another man’s cock.” She put her fingers over his mouth. “Be quiet!” He pulled her hand away. “I was quiet. Let’s go.” Holding onto her fingers, he guided her toward the rear of the building. This could turn out to be a fiasco. She’d come on so freely back in her apartment, but she might freeze up here if she didn’t find some way to get past her worries about going to a sex club. At the very least, they’d better start with observing another couple and then see if she had the nerve to go to the next step. Performing for strangers. Finally they arrived at the door marked “personnel only.” That led down an empty hallway with light bulbs here and there illuminating the unadorned concrete floor and walls. At the end stood another door with a keypad but no knob. When he entered the five digit code his friend had given him, a lock clicked and the door swung open. He gestured inside, and she stepped over the threshold before him. The atmosphere changed completely from sparse to quietly elegant. Recessed lighting filled the area, an anteroom, with a warm 42

Nightwatch glow. A side table held an arrangement of sprays of orchids, and a marble statue in the classical style filled one corner. Janice went over to study it and its impressive erection while a man entered from another doorway and went to the mahogany desk. Dressed in a tuxedo, he gave Sam a slight bow. “Mr. Windsor, I gather.” Carla must have given the club his name. “And my guest.” “Ah, yes.” The man turned his attention to Janice, who had just stepped away from the statue. He didn’t seem to notice her odd dress, or if he did, he didn’t react. No doubt the fellow witnessed all kinds of unusual people and events in his line of work. “Ms. Wells informed us of your preferences,” the man said. Good old Carla. “We’d like to…um…observe first.” Janice stood off to one side, staring at her feet. He could only hope her nerves held out and she didn’t run screaming back into the roller rink. “This way, please.” The man used a key card to open the door he’d just emerged from and led them along a corridor. “You’ll start in aisle six and then, if you wish, proceed to aisle five.” They passed several closed doors as they went. Their steps made no noise, cushioned as they were by oriental carpeting. None of the portals gave any clue to what went on behind them, except for one that gave out a distinctive herbal scent, and not the herbs you cooked with. The man stopped at a door with a brass six affixed to the wood. He used no key at all to open it. It revealed another corridor, dimly lit. “Select a booth,” he said. “When you throw the privacy lock, that will set off a light to let the other participants know you’ve arrived.” “Thank you.” He placed his palm at the small of Janice’s back and applied enough pressure to get her to cross the threshold. When the door closed behind her, she froze. “You okay?” he asked. “Sure,” she said with a bit too much enthusiasm to be convincing. “We don’t have to do this.” She nibbled on her lower lip a bit. Or she seemed to. In this light, he could see even less of her face. “I’ll kick myself if I don’t at least try this.” 43

“No one’s going to know who you are,” he said. “No one’s going to care.” “Right.” “If you don’t like it, we can leave.” “Won’t that interrupt—what did he call them? —the other participants at a bad moment?” she asked. “We can wait until they’ve finished and leave.” “Sounds like a plan.” As they walked along, he noticed little “occupied” lights over the tops of the booths. When he found an unlit one, they went inside, and he threw the lock that would tell others of their presence. “What do we do now?” she asked. “Wait for someone to show up, I guess.” “How will we know when they have?” “We’ll see them,” he answered. “That’s the whole point.” “Right,” she said again. A couch stood in front of a huge window, the one-way mirror that would allow them to watch without being seen. She went to it and sat. “You can take off your coat now, don’t you think?” he asked. If she got any shyer, she’d shrink small enough to fit under the couch. Fiasco in the making. He’d never have brought her here—hell, he’d never have suggested it—if he’d thought it would make her so uncomfortable. He could take her home right now, but they’d come so far. If they stopped now, they’d both wonder what they missed. She finally took off the spy costume, revealing a shapeless sack sort of dress. He’d wondered about it when he’d picked her up, but then she’d covered up even that with the coat before he’d figured out a way to comment on it nicely. She had a great figure, plush in all the places that made most women think they had to diet but that really turned men on. Her body turned him on like crazy, anyway, and he wouldn’t be encouraging her to lose weight. Gorgeous curves and soft skin. A true delight for a hedonist like him. So, what was the point of covering up? Now dressed like a sack of potatoes, she reached into the pockets of her trench coat and pulled out shoes. Sandals made out of straps 44

Nightwatch and high, pointy heels. The kind of footwear that his sister called chase-me-fuck-me shoes. Finally, she sat and put them on. Totally weird and totally Janice in an endearing, unclear-on-the-concept sort of way. They sat there, not talking and not looking at each other until the lights went on the other side of the mirror and a couple entered. The woman was tall and slender except for what looked like artificially-enhanced breasts that nearly burst out of her tank top. Her hair was a platinum color that didn’t occur in nature, and her lips fairly glowed with crimson lipstick. A pasted-together beauty, not real like the woman beside him, but he’d only watch this one. He’d make love with Janice. The woman immediately knelt in front of the man and unzipped his fly. Already hard, his member fell free into her palm, and she stroked it as she flicked her tongue over the tip. Janice finally got rid of the dress. She rose, almost toppling over because of her tottering shoes, and pulled the whole garment over her head. What she wore underneath literally stole Sam’s breath. Thigh-high stockings, held up with garters that in turn were attached to a bustier of black satin that cinched her waist and gave her ass a perfect upside-down valentine shape. Over that, she’d pulled matching thong panties that hardly covered her pussy lips. Oh dear mother of pearl. His mouth went dry as his cock went sproing! in his jeans. Who could have guessed the shy little thing who’d covered herself in layers of formless clothing wore this underneath? He’d been pawned, but good. But who was complaining? And who needed what was going on in the other half of the booth if he could look at Janice right here? “Turn around.” His voice came out as a croak. When she did, his member finished stiffening until it pushed almost painfully against his fly. The bustier pushed her breasts upward, cupping them into perfect rounds and doing very little to cover the nipples. “Is it okay?” she asked. “Holy shit.” He swallowed hard. “Where did you get that?” “The store where I got my vibrator.” “Let’s go shopping together some time.” 45

She joined him on the couch and gave her attention to the couple on the other side of the mirror. By now, the woman was fully involved in giving her partner head, her bright red lips sliding down over his shaft. Mindful that he had an audience, the man scooped her hair up and out of the way so it didn’t block the view. Janice eyes widened as she followed the action, and her chest rose and fell with her breathing. “Does this turn you on?” “Hell, yeah.” He ought to tell her the truth, that she turned him on. But he hadn’t given this much of a try, and if it got her horny, he’d happily go along. “You’re bigger than he is.” “Maybe.” “No maybe.” Her hand went to his crotch, her fingers measuring him through the denim. “Much bigger.” He groaned. “If you say so.” She undid his fly and freed his erection. Her hand stayed there, stroking him and rubbing her thumb over the tip. Now he could watch another man’s cock disappearing into a woman’s mouth while Janice made his own crazy with her hand. She had a point. It was exciting. The other man was getting close to losing control, and his grunts and ahhhs came through from a speaker connecting the booths. If the sound went both ways, he’d soon get an earful of Sam’s rising excitement. Maybe he could get Janice to croon a bit, too. When he reached over, he discovered that she’d already moistened the crotch of her panties, what there was of it, anyway. He nudged that aside so that he could slide his fingers between the lips of her pussy. When he rubbed her clit, she moaned and released a tiny waterfall onto his hand. On the other side of the one-way mirror, the woman released her lover’s cock and stripped him out of his slacks. Then she rose and removed her own clothing. While she did that, the man went to a bed behind them and climbed on, lying on his back with his fist around his erection, squeezing it in a death grip. He hadn’t bothered to get rid of his shirt, so when the woman joined him, she unbuttoned it and opened it, exposing his chest. She then swung a leg over him and guided the tip of him into her pussy. 46

Nightwatch More or less the same position he’d used with Janice in her apartment when he’d felt the grip of her around him for the first time. Watching now brought that all back, and the woman who’d given it to him sat a few inches away, her sex begging for more of the same. He rubbed her sweet spot again, this time lingering on it until her whole body did a little shimmy, causing her pelvis to press upward against his hand. “Why don’t you take off those panties and let me inside you?” he said. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said in a low whisper that went right to his groin. She stood and backed up a few steps so that he’d have a clear view as she slipped her hand inside the thong. “How did I get so hot?” “I’ll show you if you’ll bring your sweet body over here.” “Oh, that feels good.” Her fingers moved inside her panties. “Yes, right there.” She was doing it on purpose. She had to know that would make him crazy with lust. In a minute, he’d be making caveman sounds, ordering his mate to let him plow her, picking her up bodily and shoving her down onto his lap if she didn’t obey. “Take off the panties, Janice, and come over here.” By now, the other couple had started a nice, slow fuck, the woman guiding herself up and down on the man’s cock. None of that held as much appeal as his woman and how she was playing with herself behind the tiny scrap of satin that almost hid her crotch. She whimpered and nearly lost her balance. “Come on, baby, let me do that for you,” he said. Obviously, she’d aroused herself past the point of playing games with him. She now pushed her panties downward. Because she’d put them on over the garters, she could simply slide them over her hips and down her legs and finally step out of them. For a moment, she stood there and let him take in the most erotic vision he’d ever seen. Her breasts rose and fell, nearly toppling out of the satin that restrained them. The shoes made her legs appear yards long. The lips of her sex peeked out between them, swollen and parting in invitation. 47

Everything went hazy as his mind clouded with hunger. While he still could, he got up and shucked out of his jeans, giving her a full view of the state of his cock. Then he sat again and raised his arms to welcome her. With no more hesitation, she came to him. At the last moment, he turned her around so that she could face the show while he gave her an orgasm. Pushing himself forward between her legs, he got them into position for her to sit and lower herself onto his tool. She did it slowly, letting out a low ahhh as she did. So tight, she gripped him as each inch eased into her. Damn, but this was heaven. As hot as the first time they’d made love and sweeter. As she took him all, right down to the root of his cock, even his fevered brain realized he had a problem. When they finished here, they’d planned to take the other side of a booth. He’d show her the excitement of performing for onlookers. Something he wouldn’t miss for all the numbered bank accounts in Switzerland. Unfortunately, he’d just guaranteed that he’d come when she did. A simple fact of nature he couldn’t deny. How would he get it up again after what promised to be a mind-blowing climax? He’d have to worry about that later. He had a woman to satisfy and suddenly, making this woman happy and keeping her that way was the most important thing in the world. She stared straight ahead of her now, though her eyelids drooped and her gaze didn’t really focus. He kissed her shoulder while he dug his fingers into the bodice of her bustier and freed one breast. “Does it excite you to watch them?” he murmured against her skin, his fingers massaging her breast and tweaking the nipple. “Oh!” she cried. “Yes. What about you?” For a moment, he studied the other couple, watching the man’s cock slide in and out of his lover’s body. They’d picked up speed, and the woman had let her head fall backward as she played with her own breasts. They’d both climax soon, and Sam wouldn’t be far behind. “You know what I’d really like?” he asked. “Hmmm?” She started to wiggle, a kind of back and forth rocking that stroked his member with her inner muscles. “I want to feel you come all around my cock.” 48

Nightwatch She let out another whimper, this one louder. She couldn’t wait much longer, and as much as he’d hate for this to end, neither could he. Bowing to the inevitable, he lowered his hand to her pelvis and into the curling hairs there. Her poor pussy was so hot, so impatient. He went right to the hard little nub that would set them both off. She jerked when he touched her, but he held her firm so that he could roll the sensitive flesh and press. After a moment, she snapped. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her pussy gripped him and then released a powerful set of contractions. His body went wild in response, the orgasm hitting him like a blow as he released his seed into her. Wave after wave while she milked him. Then peace settled over him, and he cradled her limp body back against his. The other couple must have finished, too, because not a sound came from that direction. They didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the woman in his arms who now lay so helpless against him, her body still caressing his softening member with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

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Chapter Four Good thing the club had a bar, Janice decided, if only because that would give her a moment to screw her head back on straight before the next act. She’d let Sam think he needed time to recover, but she’d use the break to figure out what in hell had just happened to her. That had not been sex. Well yes, it was—sex boiled down to its most basic level. No, scratch that, too. It had been sex raised to an art form, a symphony of sensation, a galaxy of stars all coalescing into a supernova of mutual orgasm. For the love of heaven, he’d turned her into a poet. She groaned and took another drink of her wine. She’d practically downed the drink in two swallows. It wasn’t helping her make sense of anything. Sam didn’t seem the least bit perturbed. He sat across the table drinking his beer as if he were at home watching a ball game, not in a bar full of scantily clad people whose hands might be who-knewwhere if they were out of sight. She’d put her dress back on, of course. It won her some odd looks, but who cared? She had a major problem to figure out here, and the more the rest of the patrons stayed far away, the better. Sam received a great deal of admiration, though, from both sexes, which he also seemed to ignore. Most likely, he was used to it with his looks. And therein lay the problem. That hadn’t been plain-old sex. It had been a joining of their bodies that rose to the level of a joining of selves. She’d never feel casual about this man again, and if she were to get involved with him, she’d have to spend the rest of her life beating the entire human species off him with a stick. Not something she had any experience doing, and not something she particularly wanted to learn. “You okay over there?” he asked. “Sure.” She took another sip of wine, a smaller one this time. 50

Nightwatch “Sam, I—” “You look fantastic in that outfit, baby,” he interrupted. “I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.” “I’m glad, but—” “I can’t wait to do it all over again with other people looking at you in that,” he said. “I’ll be so proud that you’re mine.” “Baby” and “mine.” The sex had scrambled his brain, too. The two of them were dancing toward a precipice of a big word that started with L, and he didn’t seem the least bit concerned. He leaned closer, pressing his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to get you into one of those booths and fuck you like there‘s no tomorrow.” “Keep your voice down.” “I’m whispering,” he said. “I’m going to bend you over something and put my cock into you, and the poor bastards on the other side will only get to watch.” “Yes…well….” Then, there was that hurdle. Some strangers would observe her in an act that her mama told her was private. She could hardly complain, given how she and Sam had met. She could only trust him and hope for the best. Before she’d met him, she wouldn’t even have dressed for a lover the way she was beneath the dress. “In fact, I’m just about ready now.” He finished his beer and set the empty mug on the table. “What do you say? A new adventure?” She finished her wine, and when he stood, she joined him. He took her coat with her sensible shoes stuffed into the pockets, and she grabbed her hat, and the two of them went in search of aisle five. The other side of the booths, one of which they’d just vacated. She walked unsteadily in these shoes, but she might have needed a bit of support, anyway. Tension coiled in her belly and below. Trepidation, of course, but also excitement. The bustier—and the way it made Sam look at her—made her feel desirable, and the pressure against her breasts and nipples stirred sensations that made her flesh tingle, and not just there. He’d been right about the poor bastards on the other side of the glass. They could see him and his world-class member, but only she would feel it moving inside her. Maybe this wasn’t such a threatening idea after all. They found a 51

booth with the occupied light dark and went inside. Sam hung her coat on a hook on the back of the door, and she handed him her cap so he could put that on top. When she removed her dress and handed it to him, she stood in the sexy outfit she'd bought for the occasion. He immediately turned her around and took her into his arms. Bending, he placed his lips against hers. Such an odd place for a sweet kiss, but she savored it nevertheless as his mouth moved on hers with a precision that stole her breath. Melting against him, she twined her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. After a few moments, he lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Thanks for doing this with me.” “Happy to.” What woman—or man, for that matter—would deny Sam Windsor anything? Not just gorgeous, not just majorly talented in bed, the guy was a treasure as a person. Her heart missed a beat and started up again with a jolt. Not just sexual excitement, although he could inspire that with no more than a smile. This was a feeling much more dangerous and much harder to resist. Before she could process that thought completely, a light went off over the glass screen. Someone had come into the booth on the other side and locked the door. Showtime, whether she was ready or not. Sam didn't blink but continued his seduction as if nothing had changed. He kissed her again, his hands roaming down her back to her buttocks. This time, when he pulled her hard against him, the imprint of his sex pressed against her belly. It seemed the man had no problem with almost constant performance. After stepping back a bit, she slid her hand between them so that she could outline the shape of his tool with her fingers. With a groan of pleasure, he turned just enough to let the people on the other side see what she was feeling. Any woman over there would have to realize what a visual treat she was about to enjoy. Just as Janice had when she'd watched him through his bedroom window. Next she popped the snap of his jeans and slowly pulled his zipper down. His newly erect cock fell out as she did, a splendid specimen. When she pushed the pants over his hips and down, he 52

Nightwatch stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Then he took off his shirt, baring himself completely. Now the people on the other side could get a full view of him. So could Janice. The sight of him, naked and aroused, shouldn't affect her so deeply after the encounters she'd watched and the ones she'd shared with him. But he was so darned perfect, as if sculpted by a master. Firm muscle everywhere, broad shoulders and tight buns. For her own sake as well as that of the onlookers, she stroked his shaft. His eyes went hazy as she worked him, and when she reached down oh-so-carefully to cradle his sac in her palm, he sucked in a breath. What a miracle that she could arouse him again, so soon after his climax. What a perfect toy he made for a lusty woman. If that description hadn't fit her before, it did now, thanks to him. He stilled her hand. “Not so fast. We haven't shown them how beautiful you are.” She reached up to whisper in his ear. “I'm hardly wearing anything.” “Let me show you to them.” He stepped behind her and turned her until she faced the glass. Scooting down, he pulled her panties over her legs to her feet. She almost toppled as he helped her step out of them. Darned shoes, but he caught her and pulled her back against him as he rose. Now she stood front and center, with the lips of her sex exposed. The knowledge sent a thrill through her, a sense of power that she could make strangers witness her sexuality and even enjoy it by proxy. Sam must have felt that way when he'd let that other man show him climaxing. Perhaps he'd felt it even more when he manipulated himself just for her. After pushing aside her hair, he nibbled at the crook where her neck met her shoulder. She let the heat of his body sink into hers as a current of pure carnality washed over her. She was sexy. She was beautiful. She was aroused. As though reading her thoughts, he reached into the bustier and tugged her breasts free. They filled his hands, heavy and full as her excitement escalated. When he toyed with the nipples she sighed and tipped her head to the side. Down below in the space between her thighs, the throbbing started again, the smoldering that would 53

soon burst into flame. He continued nibbling along her shoulder while his hands went on kneading her breasts. In her mind's eye, she pictured what might be going on between the couple on the other side of the mirror. Two people might be sitting next to each other, hands on their lover's sex, fondling as they became more and more aroused. The woman might be climbing onto the man's cock as they sat, facing the screen, in the position she'd enjoyed with Sam earlier. No matter what they were doing, they couldn't have the same passion for each other that she and Sam had. They couldn't make love any better than she and Sam did. That knowledge burned away her last reservation. Reveling in her great good luck, she allowed herself the luxury of showing off. So when one of Sam's hands left her breast and traveled downward along the front of her body, she didn't flinch. No, she spread her legs, giving him total access to her sex, which had begun to release the moisture that signaled her climb to the erotic plateau where she'd wait for him to push her past the boundary and into orgasm. When he parted her lips, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. When he touched the seat of her desire, she sighed. When he stroked it with the right pressure to make her wild without quite sending her into the spiral of climax, she shuddered. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to support her as he kept right on playing her clit like the master he was. “Want to show them what a really great orgasm looks like?” he murmured into her ear. “Don't stop.” “Never, baby. I'm going to make this really good for you.” She would have laughed at that if she had any control over her mind. "Really good" didn't begin to describe the way he could take her apart with his hands. As he rubbed his finger over her clit, now faster and harder, she could feel the orgasm catching up with her. A big one, a sweet one, one that would last for a long, long time. He released her hot button long enough to stave off the inevitable. Instead he stroked her lips and slid a finger inside her. Showing off how wet she'd become, how ready for him. Showing how he owned her, and he did. After knowing his lovemaking, she'd 54

Nightwatch become addicted to him and would only need more and more as time went by. Then he touched her clit again, and all hell broke loose inside her. Her knees gave out as she climaxed, and he held her upright as he finished her with wicked flicks of his finger. It lasted for long moments. The perfect completion. Created by him and for him. Nothing in the world existed except the pressure against her most intimate flesh. Finally the storm subsided, but she still didn't gain her bearings enough to stand on her own. Somehow, he turned her in his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder, moaning. Her safe place, his embrace, as serenity settled over her. On the other side of that mirror, someone was watching, but that didn't matter. Nothing or no one mattered but Sam. She was really and truly in love with him. Good Lord, what a feeling. He kissed her temple. “You did great, baby.” “Oh...my...god.” “Ready to finish for the evening?” She opened her eyes and gazed at him. “Hm?” Pressing his pelvis against hers, he reminded her of the state of his member. “Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “How about a little doggie style on the couch?” he said. “Give our audience a good view.” Exactly the position he'd used the first night she'd spied on him. It had given her an excellent view. She could have him the same way that other woman had. If she kept making love with him, eventually she could have him in the same manner all his lovers had had. He'd give her everything. The thought made her all warm and runny inside. Now recovered, she could stand on her own, so she stepped out of his arms and went to the bed. She climbed on and got up on her hands and knees, waiting for him. He didn't join her for a moment, though, so she glanced over her shoulder at him. He stood a few feet away, staring at her butt as if he'd like to eat it. “Something wrong?” she asked. 55

“You are so fucking sexy.” Her skin warmed. How perfectly insane. Here she was, gussied up in a ridiculous outfit. She'd just let her lover make her climax in front of people she couldn't see. Now she was waiting for him to plunge his tool into her with the other people still watching, and she was blushing? She couldn't help but smile. Another strange reaction, but whatever. After a few more seconds, Sam climbed onto the couch behind her. And finally, the tip of his member pressed for entrance between her pussy lips. With one even thrust, he entered her, possessing her completely. He immediately set a steady pace of forward and retreat. Clearly he wasn't going to drag this out, probably because he'd had to wait so long in order to give her pleasure. As wonderful as that had been, and it had rocked her world, this was so much more satisfying. Giving and receiving at the same time. He filled her completely as he continued, seeming to swell inside her. Bracing herself with her hands, she held herself still for him as his movements became more emphatic. Her lover, so careful to make sure she came before he allowed himself to, had driven himself to the point where he could no longer wait. He had to give himself some relief. She knew him well enough to tell his climax would come soon, and honestly, the way he moved just before he came was one of the sexiest things he did. Such strong lunges, deep and hard inside her. Total possession. If she could make herself join him, he could take his pleasure and feel her contractions as he did. The others might or might not see, but who cared about them any longer? She propped herself up with one hand while freeing the other to allow her to place her fingers on her sex. Right next to where his tool slammed in and out of her, she found her clit. Still sensitive from the earlier orgasm, it came immediately to life when she touched it. The fire still burned inside her. It had only dimmed, not gone out. As she rubbed, it flamed brightly inside her, ready to trigger another climax. Yes, she'd do this and come with him. The ultimate treat. “Damn,” he gritted. “I'm coming. Oh, man.” 56

Nightwatch He plunged faster now, holding her hips and pulling her back to meet him. She worked her button more frantically, both so that she could join him and simply because she had to. She'd hit the edge of the plateau and would soar upward in seconds. She needed it. Needed to... yes, yes, now. Just as the roar started in his chest, she flew past the boundary and climaxed with a cry of her own. Grasping at him rhythmically, she came all around him. Insanity again, and so, so good. He finished with a few savage thrusts, his shout mingling with hers, and eventually, they both collapsed into a heap on the couch. **** Janice held Sam's hand as he walked her back to her apartment. He didn't seem eager to let go of her fingers, so why should she let go of his? When they got to her doorway, he turned her to face him. “Dynamite evening. Thanks.” Now came the truly awkward moment. Did they spend the night together or sleep apart? “Do you, um, want to come in?” “I'd love nothing better,” he said. “But I can't.” She shrugged. “Okay.” “Really, Janice. I would prefer to spend the rest of the night with you.” “All right.” Somehow she sounded less and less convincing the more she protested. He pulled her into his arms. “I have an early morning, and I don't think I'd get much rest in your bed.” “After all your performance at the club?” He kissed her nose. “You're an aphrodisiac, especially in that outfit.” That declaration turned her insides to mush. “In that case, maybe you'd better sleep alone.” “I'll call you tomorrow.” “Deal,” she said. He kissed her for real then. Not a I'm-going-to-jump-your-bones kiss but a I'm-going-to-be-kissing-you-for-a-long-time kiss. The kind of kiss that held just the right combination of heat and 57

sentiment. A really promising kiss. Finally, he lifted his face from hers. “Tomorrow.” “Go on before I drag you inside.” He laughed and backed off. Literally. He walked backwards, keeping his gaze on his face until he got to the turn in the hallway and disappeared. Her legs almost went weak again, even though she'd put on her rational shoes. Sighing, she sagged against the door. He cared. He really, really cared. Finally she gave in to sanity and let herself into her apartment. She needed some sleep herself, but with everything that had happened in the evening, her mind would be too restless to give her any rest. A wicked thought occurred to her. He might look out his window toward her bedroom. What would he do if he found her standing, waiting for him in the bustier. Chuckling, she shed her coat and dress and went into the bedroom. After taking a seductive posture, she reached toward the cord and yanked the blinds up. What she found made her jump back so far she hit the bed with the back of her legs and sat with a thud on the comforter. The woman she'd seen with him before lay in his bed naked. After a moment, he entered, took one look at the woman and said, “Rhonda.” Rhonda jumped up from the bed and threw herself into his arms. “Sam, you're late.” Blocking her eyes from the sight over there, she groped for the cord of the blinds and yanked at it. They crashed down, and she immediately ran into the living room and to the couch. She clutched her ribs as she sat, rocking herself back and forth. He'd love to stay but couldn't get any rest in her bed. Yeah, right. She was an aphrodisiac. Oh brother, she'd fallen for that, too. He'd had an afterdate, and given his obvious prowess, he wouldn't have any trouble getting it up for Rhonda. Bastard. Damned fucking bastard. But why? He didn't have to fool her. She hadn't made any demands on him. She hadn't told him any of the crazy things going through her head. She hadn't mentioned the L word. He could have 58

Nightwatch acted casual, thanked her for the experience and left it at that. He could have continued to “play the field,” as he'd put it, and she wouldn't have made a peep. No, he had to look at her with that goofy smile and kiss the tip of her nose, and gaze at her as he'd gone down the hall as if he couldn't stand losing sight of her. “I'll call you tomorrow,” indeed. He hadn't had to promise that. Liar. Okay, damage control. She made herself release her ribs and gripped the edge of the couch instead, breathing evenly. She hadn't exposed herself, hadn't let him know that her fantasies had taken control and she’d imagined them in a relationship. She could play it casual, as if the idea of becoming involved with him had never entered her mind. Easy breezy. If he did have any feelings, she could squash them flat. Right. Don't get mad, get even. She'd done harder things. She could do this. The one thing she couldn't do, though, was spend the night in this apartment. If he opened the window and Rhonda started making noises, she would not be here to hear them. So she did what she always did when disaster struck. She picked up the phone. Ann's end rang several times and then went to the machine. “Hi, we're not home now.” Ann was either in bed or screening her calls. With any luck, Janice could get her to pick up. “Hi, sis. I hope you're home. I need help. Please pick up.” Please, please pick up. “I'll call back if you don't pick up now.” “Hello?” came a sleepy voice on the other end. “What's wrong?” “Nothing. Everything. Can I come over?” “Do you know what time it is?” Sounds of fumbling came from the other end. “Sheeze...eleven twenty-five.” “Okay, if you want to know, it's problems with the stud in the building you wanted me to get involved with.” For a moment, Janice's throat tightened with tears. Fuck that shit. “You owe me.” “All right. I'll make some herbal tea.” **** The damned blinds were still down at Janice's window as Sam 59

checked his watch for the twelfth time. Seven in the evening. Technically, she hadn't missed "tomorrow" yet, but she hadn't answered any of his messages on her cell phone. She could be there and ignoring him. He'd gone over to knock on the door several times and got no answer. She could be inside and ignoring that, too, but she’d have to be sitting quietly without the television on. He kept wracking his brain for why she might behave this way, and only one possibility came to mind. She'd seen Rhonda in his bedroom the night before. When he'd checked her window, the blinds had been down. He'd figured she hadn't witnessed that sad scene, him telling Rhonda he‘d found someone and Rhonda trying to cajole him into one last fuck. Embarrassing all the way around. Janice hadn‘t watched all that, but she might have caught the sight of Rhonda in his arms, naked, for the last time. He should have gone over right then and there, but he hadn't realized he had a problem. Now that he knew otherwise, he couldn't get her to talk to him. Enough of that. He'd go camp out by her front door. He'd get her going in or leaving. He'd confront her and make her talk to him. He let himself out, the door of his apartment closing behind him. After charging around the corners of the hallway, he caught her with a canvas bag full of groceries as she fumbled in her purse. He went right up to her and pulled the stuff out of her arms. She wouldn't get her dinner unless he gave it back. “I thought we had a date,” he said. She gave him a bland smile. “Oh, hi, Sam. How are you?” “How am I?” he repeated. “What's that supposed to mean?” She found her key, opened her door, and reached her arms to him. “Could I have my groceries, please?” He tightened his grip on the bag. “Not until we've talked.” “All right. Come in.” That caught him off guard. This wasn't how angry, potentially jealous women acted. They slapped you, called you names, or shut you out. At least, that's how he understood these things. Not having cheated except for that one time, he didn't have much experience in the area. They didn't ask you to come in as if you were a stranger there to fix the plumbing. 60

Nightwatch Nevertheless, he followed her inside and to the kitchenette and put her groceries on the counter. Seemingly ignoring his presence, she reached into the sack and pulled out a dozen eggs. She had to bend over to reach the little shelf with indentations, and she took her time placing each individual egg into its place. The view of her ass might be charming if it weren't for the fact she was pretending he wasn't there. “I thought we had a date for tonight,” he said. “Did we?” She straightened, stuck her face nearly into the bag, and pulled out a can of tomato paste. “Sorry. I got busy.” “Busy with what?” His voice came out a bit louder than he wanted, but damn it, what in hell was she doing? “I had a thing.” She waved the hand holding the can around. “With a friend.” “You couldn't call me?” “Sorry.” She moved to step around him, but he caught her by the waist. He took the can from her hand and set it on the counter. “You saw me with Rhonda last night, didn't you?” “Rhonda. Is that her name?” “Look, baby, I'm sorry,” he said. “I didn't invite her. She talked the manager into letting her in. She won't be coming back.” “You did the right thing, I guess,” she said. “That's pretty devious.” He stared at her for a moment. She looked like the woman who'd made herself vulnerable to the point of having an orgasm—no two—in front of strangers, just to please him. No one did that lightly, not even a horny guy. “Weren't you upset?” he asked. “Did you want me to be?” “Well, yes,” he answered. “That is, no. I don't want to upset you.” “I'm not, so don't worry about it.” She gave him a smile, but it wasn't entirely convincing. “You know, we never made any promises to each other. If you want to play the field, I'm not going to tie you down.” “Do you mean that?” He held his breath. Had he ever wanted to hear the word “no” more? 61

“Sure,” she said. “Easy, breezy.” He stared at her for a moment. “You’re kidding, right?” She seemed to consider the question for a moment. “Should I be?” “Janice, we’ve had sex like nobody in the world has sex. Except for us, I mean.” “It’s been great, Sam.” “Is that all you have to say?” Now he was shouting. “Really, really great.” “But you’re calling things off,” he said, though the meaning of the words hardly registered in his brain. “We never really had a thing.” She gave him that smile again. “I’d call five orgasms within the space of an hour a thing,” he said. “I’d call exposing ourselves to strangers a thing.” Her skin colored. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention that.” “Of course I wouldn’t, except to you.” Damned, infuriating woman. “It was an experience I’ll always remember, and I thank you, but….” Here it came, either “keep things casual” or “remain friends.” “I think we should stay casual,” she said. “We can be friends.” She’d actually done it. She’d blown him off. Maybe next time he’d learn not to assume things. “Okay.” He put his hands up in surrender. “Sure. Call me if you want to do something some time.” “Will do.” “Breakfast at Dolly's?” he said. “Sounds good.” What an inane conversation. And insane. After all they'd shared, fitting their bodies together in a way you could almost call sacred. The sighs and touches and kisses. None of that was as trivial or superficial as this interaction. He could only escape from it and try to put the mind puzzles together later. “All right. Bye.” With that, he turned and left. He'd made it halfway down the hall when his feet stopped and refused to move. Something was really wrong here. Every woman in the world—no, make that every person—felt betrayed when they discovered that 62

Nightwatch the partner they'd just made love with had another person in his bedroom immediately after. He'd never had that happen before, but it didn't take genius IQ to tell that fell into the general category of totally crappy behavior. No one responded to it with “let's do lunch some time.” Which left him with only one conclusion. She was acting. He shouldn't have fallen for it, and damn it all, he wouldn't fall for it. He turned on his heel and went right back to her door. When he knocked, he didn't get an answer, so he knocked again, harder this time. “Let me in, Janice. We're going to have this out.” Still nothing, although he might have detected the muffled sound of a voice. He pounded on the door. “I'm not kidding, Janice. I'm going to stay out here until you let me in.” “Go away.” That definitely had tears in it. What in hell was wrong with her? He tried the knob, and miracle of miracles, it turned. But then, of course, he'd followed her into the apartment and hadn't thrown the lock behind him. When he left himself in, he found her on the couch, clutching a throw cushion to her ribs. Her eyes were red and circled with smeared mascara. She'd never looked more beautiful. “Aw, baby,” he said. “Go away.” “Not a chance.” He sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. “What did you think you were doing?” “You had another lover. I was giving you space.” “How much space do you think I need?” “You're a good looking guy,” she said. “Men and woman want you.” “Doesn't what I want matter?” “I thought you wanted her and him, and, well, lots of people.” “Listen, Janice.” He slid his finger under her chin and lifted her face so that she couldn't avoid eye contact. “When I settle down, I'm a one-person guy.” Her eyes widened. “You've settled down?” “We haven't discussed it. Things have moved so quickly, but you have to know we're going in that direction.” Actually, he hadn't had 63

time to think it out himself, but his body had done plenty of thinking, and his body had decided that she was the one. Especially one particular body part. They'd joked about his performance, but the magic hadn't come from him alone. It was a product of him and her together. If he, a mere guy, had figured that out, surely, she must have. “You must have felt we had something of value,” he said. “Granted, what you saw in my bedroom last night looked horrible and any rational person would get the wrong idea.” “You can say that again,” she said. “You should have demanded an explanation and taken a piece of my hide if I couldn’t deliver,” he said. “You shouldn’t slink away with that bullshit about ‘easy breezy’.” “My sister said the same thing,” she said. “She said I ought to bean you.” “She was right, and now I feel as if I ought to bean you right back.” What was he thinking? He didn’t hit women and didn’t even joke about doing it. This woman had him seriously messed up. “I have a few of my own reasons to be angry with you,” he said. “You should have confronted me instead of running away. Do you know what I’ve gone through today when you wouldn’t return my calls or texts?” “I figured you deserved it.” “But worse, much worse, when you knew the truth, you were still willing to toss me over. How could you do that?” “I thought maybe what we’d done didn’t mean the same to you as it did to me,” she said. “You have so many opportunities.” “That, right there, is the only thing that can sink us before we get started. Either you trust me, or you don’t.” She picked at the fringe of the cushion for a moment. “I guess I have to learn that you want me and only me.” “I do, and I know the best way to prove it,” he said. “Your bedroom or mine?”

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