Free Matt's Mistake by Julie Raust Page B

than willing to add Matt to the fun.
    Admittedly, it’d been a long time since
Matthew had a woman, but there was no way he was interested in a
ménage with the heavily tattooed Red and the all too eager Trix. He
just wanted to get the hell out of here and find Maggie .
    “Your loss, bro,” Red said, unfazed by Matt’s
refusal. “This is one fine bitch to fuck. There ain’t nothin’ she
won’t do to get you off. She can make you cum so hard, your dick'll
be sore for days. Ain’t that right, Trixie Pie?”
    “I sure never had no complaints, least of all
from you, Red,” Trix replied.
    “No complaints here, except for the fact that
you left the door unlocked again. You remember what I said would
happen if you did that again, Trix?”
    She nodded. “I’d be punished.”
    “That’s right, and you will be. ‘Cause if I
didn’t know any better, I’d say you want that cunt of a husband of
yours to walk in on me pounding the shit out of you. ”
    She shrugged unapologetically. “Ain’t no
secret I like bein’ watched.”
    “Well, you’re gonna get your wish, babe,
’cause we have an audience for your punishment today, now don’t
we?” Turning to Matt, “You don’t mind staying a while longer, do
ya, mister? Seeing as you owe it to Trix for barging in on her
house unannounced and all.”
    Sensing Matt’s decline, Red continued, “She’s
only asking for a few more minutes of your time, my friend. You
wouldn’t want the lady to have to call the cops now, would ya? Or
worse yet… Trackers?”
    That last statement got Matt’s full
attention. Trackers were nothing but trouble. They were the secret
Shifter arm of the law; a rare group of expert hunters, consisting
of mainly mixed-shifter breeds. Matt had limited experience with
Trackers, but he’d heard enough stories to know that when a Tracker
got involved, more often than not, it meant bloodshed.
    It shocked Matt to learn that Red was aware
of Trackers. Most humans weren’t even aware Shifters existed, and
until now, Matt would have bet money that none of them were aware
of the Tracker Force. The threat meant that not only did Red know
what Matt was, he was dead serious about Matt staying on to
watch.
    “Who knows, you may even get off on it,
man.”
    Matt could argue that point, but thought
better of it. Willing or not, he knew he had no choice but to stay
and witness what ever punishment Red had in store for Trix.
His goal was to get to Maggie as soon as possible. If this was his
penance for accidentally breaking and entering, then he’d do his
time and, hopefully, leave early for good behavior.
    Matt nodded at Red and took a seat in the
straight backed chair beside the door. It allowed him a fair, but
distant, vantage point to watch the couple and ensured no
additional unexpected visitors entered without his knowledge.
    Smiling triumphantly, Red turned his focus to
his partner.
    “You know what the punishment is for not
locking up tight, don’t ya, Trix?” She nodded expectantly. “I get
to fuck that tight little ass of yours. Do you think he’ll enjoy
watching me fill your asshole with my cock, babe?”
    Darting a sly glance at Matt, Trix nodded
again in agreement.
    “So do I.”
    Red casually took hold of his limp member and
began slowly stroking it up and down. “Come over here and get me
wet and hard, woman,” he demanded.
    Eager to please, Trix jumped to her feet and
quickly circled around the couch. She provided Matt with an angled
view of her backside as she settled herself on her knees at Red’s
feet.
    Red angled his thickening cock down towards
her mouth, hoping to gain entrance into her moist heat. Instead,
Trix shook her head denying his request, content to watch for a
while, as he continued to stroke himself in a steady rhythm. His
strokes were sure and fast. He thrust his hips forward with each
jerk of his now rock-hard shaft. At the first touch of Trix’s
painted nails on his thighs, Red’s legs began twitching