Voyeur by Candace Wondrak

Epilogue

 

 

It blew my mind how things still didn’t feel real, even after all this time. It’d been months since Roman had… let’s just call it taken care of my ex, and even now, when I tried to think about it, when I tried to feel some kind of guilt over the fact that Bryan would never go home again, I didn’t.

Did that make me as much of a psychopath as Roman? I didn’t know, and frankly I didn’t care. He was a cheat, and call me crazy, but in the end, he got what he deserved.

I’d decided that night I didn’t want to know the details of anything Roman did. It wasn’t that I lost sleep over it, I just… it made me worry about him and Carter, you know? It made me fret over whether or not there would come a day when one or neither of them would come home.

Roman still wanted me to move in with him, but I kept pushing him off. It was nice to be out on my own—relatively—and even nicer to be next door to one of my boyfriends.

Yeah, I called all of them that now, as much as Carter hated it.

I was in the bathroom in my apartment, getting ready for what was certainly going to be a long night. I had a date with Lake, you see, but it wasn’t just a normal date. It wasn’t him driving me to dinner and a movie; oh no, this was something that had been in the works for a while now, something I wasn’t sure whether or not Lake could even handle, but he’d agreed to it, so we were going to try.

Was it weird I was nervous? Probably. I didn’t get nervous when it came to being with any of my guys, but this… it was going to be something new.

My hair was freshly dyed, the pink bright and almost blinding. It was now winter out there, and even though the area didn’t get much snow, it was still too cold out for shorts, so I wore jeans with my usual pink shoes. Though my poor shoes were looking a little worse for wear, they still had some life left in them yet. I stuck with a plain t-shirt, knowing the clothes I wore didn’t much matter. They wouldn’t stay on long anyway, once we got to where we were going.

Once I was satisfied with my makeup, I left the bathroom, finding Lake in the kitchen, leaning on the counter. His blonde hair was freshly cut, so he had that awkward look all guys did right after a haircut. He was still ridiculously cute, though.

I walked to his side, poking him in the rib cage before leaning on him. “I’m ready,” I said, listening to him sigh.

“I was kind of hoping you’d take all night to get ready,” Lake muttered, giving me a tiny smile, even smaller dimples gracing those adorable cheeks.

Lifting my head off his shoulder, I stared into his blue eyes, saying, “We don’t have to do this, you know. I could always call him and tell him that—” Yes, I know what you’re thinking: it’s about damn time I got Roman’s number. I mean, how many times did I see his dick before punching his name in my phone? Lots.

Of course, Roman didn’t let me keep my throwaway phone, either. He had to get me a new one.

“No,” Lake said, standing straight as he reached for my hand. “I agreed to try this, so… let’s just get it over with, right?” Even though his words said he would do it, I could tell he was still hesitant, and I couldn’t blame him. I mean, Roman did have him kidnapped.

Twice.

That wasn’t something you could just forget about.

Needless to say, I did not tell Lake about my ex finding me, or how Roman handled him. That was yet another reason I wanted to keep everything separate; I didn’t want to be involved in Roman’s work, and I didn’t want Lake to be involved, either. One of the reasons I was so reluctant to move into his big, fancy house. Lake would not be able to handle it, and frankly, I saw enough blood, being a girl and all.

I grabbed my keys and a jacket before we left, and soon enough we were in his car and on our way. My nerves were a little antsy, so I could only imagine how nervous Lake was. I glanced over to him, seeing that he was practically white-knuckling it as he drove, and I grinned to myself.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” I said, hoping it was true. This was all new to me, so it wasn’t like I had any past experiences to go on here, other than with Carter. And that… I didn’t think that mattered, because Carter was a package deal with Roman. Lake? Lake wasn’t. Lake was only here because of me, because I’d fought for him.

“I hope so,” Lake muttered. He shot me a look.

“Roman only watches,” I reminded him. “He doesn’t join in… usually.”

“Can you believe that doesn’t make me feel much better? No, scratch that. It doesn’t make me feel any better,” Lake rambled on.

For those of you still wondering what we were doing: Lake and I were heading to Roman’s house, where we would have sex while Roman watched. Yeah, okay, now that I actually thought it, it was a little weird, but everyone had their kinks.

This would definitely be an experience for all of us. I hoped we would all come out of tonight alive and still in a relationship; I wouldn’t put it past Roman to get jealous and try to tear us apart, or for Lake to decide this was too freaky for him and dump me right there.

So, I guess, that being said, I was a bit nervous myself.

We pulled up to the fancy house Roman owned fifteen minutes later, and Lake parked in front of the garage. A beautiful three-story house that was almost like a mansion, it was one of the nicest homes in the area, complete with security cameras and a stone fence built all the way around the property to keep others out. No neighbors to be seen.

At one point in time, his house reminded me of home, of Hillcrest and the life I was still trying to forget, but now… now when I was here, I thought of nothing but Roman and Carter, the pleasure they brought me, the craziness they brought into my life.

Getting out of his car, we walked to the front door, hand in hand. Lake paused before ringing the doorbell, and I squeezed his hand, hoping I was being supportive enough. I didn’t want to make Lake feel like we had to do this; I’d be fine telling Roman we could try again at a later date.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked being bent over and fucked while Roman watched, but there was always time with Carter. Lake was different; he’d always been different, and I’d known this from the beginning. It’s why I fought so hard for him, after I realized I needed someone normal in my life, someone so sweet he’d give me cavities.

Since Lake was too anxious to do it, I rang the doorbell after asking him one more time if he was sure about this, and he told me yes.

Okay. Come whatever may, then.

Carter was the one who answered the door, looking slick and handsome, his brown hair styled to the side, his black shirt buttoned only to his collarbone, his bare chest peeking out underneath. Knowing what he was packing under his clothes, my mind immediately pictured him naked. All those muscles… the things he could do to me made me blush, even after all this time.

“Well, well,” Carter spoke, his voice low as he studied us—me, especially. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d come.” He stepped aside, letting us both in. Lake practically scurried past him, but I took my time, brushing my shoulder against him as we walked by.

We locked gazes, and I looked away, fighting the heat growing inside of me. Tonight wasn’t about Carter; it was about Lake.

I clung to Lake’s arm as Carter led us through the house. Up the stairs we went, down a hall I was not too familiar with. All the times I’d been to Roman’s house, there were only a few select rooms we got busy in. The one Carter led us to was a new one.

“He’s waiting for you,” Carter spoke, stopping just outside the door, which hung closed beside us. “Apparently I’m not allowed in.” He sounded a bit bitter that time, and I couldn’t blame him. He knew stuff was about to get down in that room and he wouldn’t be a part of it. If anyone here was a sex-crazed animal, it was Carter; his hunger was never satisfied, never sated.

I let go of Lake’s hand to step toward Carter, giving him a playful smack on the cheek as I said, “Don’t pout, Carter. It doesn’t look good on you.” Before he could grab me and say something in return, I took Lake’s hand and pulled him into the room, leaving Carter alone in the hall.

The room was… well, I didn’t know what exactly I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Dim, no windows at all, the walls covered in velvet draperies of black and dark red. What little light there was came from light fixtures hanging between the draperies, though their light was low. A round bed sat in the middle of the room, red and black pillows on top, along with sheets that matched the draperies.

If ever there was a sexier room, I couldn’t imagine it. The ambiance here was off the frigging charts, and I could not fight the feeling I had: I wanted to run onto that round bed, drag Lake with me, and put on a show.

“Uh…” Lake was speechless.

I turned my head, spotting Roman sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the room. He nearly blended in with the chair, its fabric made of a similar black as his suit. Roman glided to his feet, strolling over to us, his dark, penetrating gaze eating me up.

Slowly, I released Lake’s hand, shrugging off my jacket. I met Lake’s eyes, wordlessly urging him to do the same, and Roman offered to take our coats, draping them over his arm as he studied us—mostly me.

“You do look ravishing tonight,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” Lake spoke rather awkwardly, earning himself a glance from Roman.

I coughed. “I don’t think he meant you.”

“Oh…”

Roman smirked, leaving our side to head to the door. He opened it, and Carter must’ve still been right outside, for he handed our coats over. By the time he returned to us, I could tell Lake wanted to bolt. Whether or not he would decide against this was still up in the air; I knew he was doing this for me, but still. I made him promise that if he really didn’t want to do it, he would tell me—we were under no obligation to do anything in front of Roman.

Even if this entire room looked like it was set up just for us, just for tonight.

I wouldn’t put something like that past Roman.

“Well,” Roman spoke, running a hand down the front of his suit. “I’ll let you get to it. If it helps, you can pretend I’m not here.” That last part he spoke to Lake, who, even in the dim light, looked like he was turning cherry red.

As Roman went to his chair in the corner of the room, I took Lake’s hand, slowly leading him to the bed. Before we did anything, I said again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Consent was basically everything; Roman and Carter always had mine, even if it wasn’t explicit. I liked being used and had every which way, but Lake wasn’t like that, and he never would be.

Lake glanced over his shoulder, staring right at Roman, who now sat in his chair with his legs crossed. He took his time in locking eyes with me, the opposite of eager. “I… no, I’m not sure, but I want to try.”

I ran a hand down his face, giving him a soft smile. “Just keep your eyes on me, then.” I positioned Lake near the bed, my hands starting to take off his clothes. I helped him out of his shirt first, dragging my fingernails down his chest before latching onto his jeans as he slipped himself out of his shoes. When he was naked, I pushed him down on the bed, not hiding the fact that my gaze ate him up. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but I knew once I was as naked as he was, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get it up.

I made more of a show of taking off my clothes, swaying my hips and undulating my body more than was necessary, both for Roman and for Lake. Lake, to his credit, did keep his eyes on me, and the moment I stood beside the bed, baring it all, I saw his cock start to twitch.

There he was.

Crawling on top of him, I kissed him slowly and sweetly, my lips devouring anything he might’ve said. Lake’s hands were slow to grasp my sides, and with every passing second, I felt the swelling of his cock between us.

I broke off our kiss, licking his freshly-shaven jaw, kissing my way to his neck, nuzzling there for a few moments before going lower. My mouth trailed a line down his chest, over his flat stomach, the place where there would be abs if he had a bit more muscle. I set my hands on his inner thighs, forcing them to spread so I could position myself between his legs, right near his cock, which now stood straight, ready for action.

Lake’s gaze was on me, just as I knew Roman’s was, too. I didn’t have to look at either of them to know it, and I swept my hair to one shoulder before lowering myself to that hard rod. My tongue flicked out, drawing along the tip of his dick and causing him to groan.

It wasn’t long before I took his entire length in my mouth; I’d gotten much better at giving head since meeting Roman and Carter, go figure that one.

If I had anything to bet, I’d say Lake’s eyes had slammed shut the moment I began to bob along his cock, sucking the tip with every movement of my head. I had my back arched, my ass on full display. I hoped I was giving Roman a good show, just as I was giving good head to Lake. Pleasing two men at once; it wasn’t something every girl could claim to be good at.

As I bobbed along, I began to massage his balls, and almost immediately, Lake’s hips began to rock beneath me. I thought about pulling myself off, but I figured if I sucked him off, he’d last doubly as long during sex, and the longer the show, the better it would be for Roman. Really, I was thinking of them both.

The body beneath me rocked with a spasm, and Lake let out a low groan as the orgasm washed over him. Hot, salty cum shot into my throat, and I swallowed him down, every last drop. I was measured in lifting my mouth off his cock, running my tongue along its underside and around its tip before licking my lips and helping Lake to shift his body back, towards the middle of the round bed.

This bed would be rocking soon enough.

I glanced toward Roman, finding that his stare was intense, glazed over, full of lust and hunger. Honestly, just a look from him made the space between my legs heat up, my thighs tighten, my lower stomach twist in knots. What could I say? I guess I got off knowing he was getting off watching. It’d been like that from day one, and it showed no signs of slowing down.

My lips roamed Lake’s body again, kissing their way up him as I crawled, positioning myself over his still-hard length. I ground down, rubbing my slit along his cock, putting pressure between us. Lake’s eyelids cracked open just a bit, just enough to see me, to watch me, and I leaned over his face, my pink hair draping around him as my body did all of the work.

Really, I didn’t mind if he laid there and took it. Roman never let me take charge when I was with him; neither did Carter. Lake was the only one of my guys I could be dominant with, and I planned on milking it.

Er, well, milking him, I guess I should say.

Lake reached for my head, fingers entwining in my hair as he pulled my face down, kissing me. He did not tell me he wanted to stop; his body showed no signs that he was uncomfortable, even if, when we arrived, he’d been literally the most awkward person I’d ever seen. I continued to grind on his cock, eliciting moans straight from his throat into mine.

There was something to be said about being able to bring a man out of his senses, to get him so far out of his own head, away from his own overactive thoughts, that he was nothing but a hungry beast below you, ready to devour whatever it was you decided to give him. I relished the power I had over these men, how their bodies craved mine; it was an addictive drug I never thought I’d know the taste of, and now that I did, I’d never skip a dose.

I broke our lip lock, lifting my hips off his cock; it was rock-hard again, ready to spear me. Reaching down between us, I grabbed his hard shaft and stroked it once, causing Lake to jerk on the bed below me. With a smug smile on my face, I positioned his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking down on it. A content sigh left me as he filled me up.

This. This was where I should always be, with one of them, full of their cock with nothing but pleasure on my mind. This was heaven on earth, no doubt about it.

Roman watched with a serious expression, his dark eyes hardly blinking as he stared. My hips began to rock along Lake, dragging his length in and out of me as I started to bounce along, setting my own pace with my hands flat on his chest. I imagined Roman’s cock was a steel rod in his pants, begging to be let out, to be stroked and touched, licked and sucked. The mere thought was almost enough to make me come, so I let my mind keep wandering as I rode Lake.

I imagined Roman whipping his thick length out, his rough hand pumping up and down it, precum dripping from its tip as he stared daggers at us. He still hated Lake’s involvement with me, but he wanted to watch me unravel more, to watch me lose myself in sensual bliss more.

The moment I picture Roman’s release, I ground harder down on Lake, picking up my pace, panting as I pushed myself and my body, propelling myself to my own orgasm. Hot, searing pleasure exploded within me, my inner walls tightening as my toes and fingers cramped up. A cry left my lips as my head fell back, and for a second, all I could do was revel in the sweet satisfaction, the carnal high that only came with a big O.

Sweat lined my brow, but once the orgasm faded, I picked up the pace, meeting Roman’s stare across the room. He’d leaned forward, almost eager as he observed. Though the lighting was dim, though I couldn’t exactly see, I knew he had a raging boner between his legs.

This was what he liked, and fortunately for me, it’s what I liked, too.

Lake lasted a while, probably because I’d just sucked him off. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth a bit, and I worked hard to bring him to his second release, alternating my pace every now and then to mix things up. His blue eyes were open and on me, his lips parted as he breathed hard. His hands found their way to my hips, and he started to move me how he wanted; I let him, figuring he’d help lead me.

His back arched below me, and suddenly his hips jerked. The body underneath me tensed, his eyebrows coming together and his eyelids slamming shut as he groaned, filling my body with his cum. The groan that escaped him was earth-shattering, the trembling of his body under me something I’d never forget.

I watched him come, and even when he was done, I remained straddling him, his dick still buried deep within me. I whipped my head around, meeting Roman’s stare. That man looked like he wanted to eat me, and I squirmed on Lake’s cock, unable to help it.

Forget the old Zoey. The new Zoey was here to stay, and she had three men to keep her occupied.