Chapter Six
That was Friday. They woke up early Saturday morning in the same position, with the addition of a blanket that Grace had semi-consciously dragged over them in the course of the night.
They disentangled themselves from each other, giggling and shoving as they fell out of bed and wandered into whatever sweatpants and tees that happened to lying around. They ate a lazy breakfast and read a morning paper together. At around 7:30, Grace gave her excuses to go home. He objected. She smilingly insisted. By 7:45, she was climbing into her car in the parking lot while he pouted from his doorframe on the second floor. She couldn't help but look up one more time. His muscular frame leaning sideways, a cup of coffee in his hand, a small wave on the other.
God, she loved that man.
As she smiled and waved back before starting up the engine and taking off, Wayne muttered several choice obscenities before heading back inside and shutting the door.
It took him only a few minutes to wander back to his room and notice that the camera was gone.
He didn't notice his personal cell phone was missing as all.
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Grace hated leaving him. She loved their Saturdays together. But today, she needed her own place and some privacy. She had a plan and Rigsby wasn't allowed to see until she'd finished. Her purse sat on her passenger seat, her ill-gotten loot hidden inside.
She grinned to herself, feeling oh-so-naughty. She'd stolen. From the man she loved, no less. She'd never stolen anything in her life. It didn't gel with her belief in the Golden Rule. She was going to give it back and the injured party would never have minded, had he known, but the deception, however small, gave her a thrill.
She was a regular freakin' cat burglar.
She waltzed through her own door and immediately got to work. She pulled out the necessary leads and hooked the camera up to her rather enviable computer set-up. One of her few luxury expenditures. Before Wayne, and then for many nights trying not to think about Wayne, she'd stay up to the wee hours of the morning, running tests, practicing searches, looking at various databases, all in the hopes that Lisbon would never find fault with her unique talents in the cyber world. It was the one ability that set her apart from the rest of the team and she sharpened that blade at every opportunity.
She hooked the camera up to the PC and started the download sequence. A layman's computer would have taken hours to do the job. Her super-mega-awesome computer whipped through it in 13 minutes. She didn't even notice. Her standards were high, and if the box didn't move quickly, she'd tear it to pieces and add the necessary hard or software until it did.
She pulled up the completed video file and hit play. She knew that she needed to do some editing to it before she downloaded it to his phone, but right now, she just wanted to run through it once. Just to see. A dark window popped open.
Showtime.
Her 20-inch screen filled instantly with the sight of her lover's big blue eyes staring at her questioningly as he leveled the camera at his bed. She instantly smiled. Pretty boy.
But she didn't get to admire his face for long. A sex kitten dragged him back to her, pulling his long body over hers and wrapping her arms around him. She kissed him hard, whimpering at his weight and heat as he returned her kiss with every ounce of desire. Grace gasped softly. She'd never, never been a big fan of photos of herself. Despite an entire childhood and early adulthood of everyone openly admiring her, she'd never truly gotten comfortable with the sight of her own face and body. It was like looking at someone else, if she was honest.
She felt that now.
The woman on screen wrapped her surprisingly long and shapely legs around Wayne's until he was thoroughly enveloped in her eager body. Her hands slid over his muscular back like they'd discovered the most perfect texture ever created. The woman murmured and sighed like she was the happiest creature on earth. Her chest arched into his, her bra teasing over his pecs. Her flexible thighs slid up past his hips to his ribcage, then back down again. He growled loudly, his hand reaching down to cup and stroke from her ankle to her ass. Grace almost choked.
Dear lord! Was this really how she looked? How she sounded? It didn't sound or look anything like how she imagined. She imagined someone a bit more...normal. A bit more passe. She loved Wayne, sure, and she'd hoped that it would show on the tape.
But the woman on the screen? She was so…just so unbelievably…sexy. Grace racked her brain, but there was no other word. The woman on the screen moved with a grace and sexual confidence that regular Grace would never have claimed to possess. The woman on the screen wanted that man, in no uncertain terms, and she was showing him exactly how she felt as her hands slid into his waistband and gripped him. The woman's lover hissed loudly and thrust hard between her long legs.
"Shit! Warn me first." He growled at her.
The woman made a deliciously fuckable purring sound and responded while she stroked him. "Warn you about what? That I want to touch you? That your cock is the prettiest toy I've ever had and I'd play with it all day if I could?"
Sweet God, Grace thought in astonishment. Do I always sound like a professionally-trained concubine when I talk to Rigsby in bed?
She'd never noticed. Usually, she never even heard herself when she was wrapped in his arms.
Wayne warned the woman to watch it.
She laughed silkily and the camera was scooped up and pointed down. "Gladly."
Grace's mouth dropped. The 20 inches of her screen were suddenly filled with her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. Her adrenaline level spiked. Oh, my God. This was wrong. So, so, so wrong. And private. And not meant to reach the light of…
"Look how big you are, baby. How hard. God, I love how you fill my hand. There's so much of you. You make me so wet, just watching this."
Grace gasped loudly. Had she seriously said that? Oh, dear God in Heaven, she didn't even remember saying anything as she gripped him then. She'd been so focused on watching him through the lens, hypnotized by what she saw. Of course, she'd felt those words. As shocking as they were, they were absolutely accurate. But she'd said them? Out loud?
She was suddenly so glad that she'd watched this alone. A blush had started in her throat that was migrating straight to her hairline. She would never have wanted Wayne to think that she was embarrassed by images of them making love. She wasn't embarrassed at all.
She was…shocked.
The camera was jilted and aimed at the woman again. "Your underwear. Off. Now."
Grace barely recognized the man speaking. He sounded so dark and angry…and so turned on that if the woman didn't comply, she might have trouble on her hands. Luckily the woman had no qualms whatsoever as she cast her skimpy garments aside. The image of her surged forward.
"Lean back. Spread your legs for me."
Grace could barely get her mind around her sweet teddy bear saying anything so demanding and filthy to her before the woman on the screen opened wide to his wishes. The camera panned up the woman's stunning leg before settling on her bare, dripping pussy.
"Fuck, Grace," the woman's lover whispered.
Grace moaned out loud. Her voice sounded odd and lonely in her small office.
A large hand appeared and began stroking her with light, experienced movements. The woman moaned and jolted under his touch. Surprisingly, the camera panned up. It slithered over her writhing, shameless nudity until it landed on her face.
Grace stared in awe. Who was this woman?
Her face, so close and detailed, was erotica personified. Her flaming hair spilled in all directions. Her pouty lips rounded and pulled in several pretty expressions. Her eyes were squeezed tight, she never looked at Grace as she keened and whimpered.
"You want me inside you, baby?" the dark, angry man demanded.
The woman nodded madly before answering yes. He cruelly asked why, obviously teasing the poor creature.
"I need you. I need to feel you sliding inside me, stretching me out. Please, Wayne. Fuck me. Please!"
The camera panned down and Grace felt her wetness drench her panties as two rough hands pulled the woman wide open and impaled her on his frighteningly thick cock. The woman screamed with pleasure as he began a punishing, forceful pace. Their mutual moans of bliss proved to any unsuspecting observer that their furious rutting wasn't nearly as rough as it appeared.
The camera changed angle and now it was watching him. The woman's legs were spread wide as the dark man drove himself between them with startling power.
"Christ, I love fucking you. So sweet…so tight…say you're mine, baby…say I'm the only one."
Grace's mouth was now completely agape as she listened to the breathless woman give him what he asked for.
How could she have never noticed before? How could she, even in the mindless joy of sex, never have registered these conversations? Everywhere else, she and Wayne were so silly. They were so lovey-dovey. Playful. Smilingly sarcastic. Occasionally serious.
Who were these strangers that took over their bodies when they made love?
Gone was silliness, the goofy smiles and sarcastic digs. Gone were the sweeter sentiments of affection. Gone were his concerns of being stronger and her concerns of intimacy.
These people fucked like animals. They swore like sailors. And they loved and hungered for each other like no one else existed.
Grace was transfixed.
The couple had changed position again. The fearless woman was now being taken from behind, the camera panning down to their union. Once again, Grace admired the stranger's pretty body as it was ravished by a lovesick brute.
His thumb pressed into the woman's tight ass.
"Did you like it when I took you in the ass, honey?"
The throbbing in her core was becoming unbearable as the woman screamed that she did.
"You like that I've fucked you everywhere? That this is mine?"
Still wearing sweatpants, Grace's fingers wandered from the keyboard and into her lap. They pressed gently against her clit through her clothes as the woman answered.
"Yes! God, yes! Everything's yours!"
"Like what?" he demanded. The sex was getting rougher. The man was losing control. Grace moaned again and pressed herself harder.
"My mouth, my ass, my pussy, my breasts, my legs, my arms, my mind, my heart. Yours."
Her hand slipped into her pants. She found herself dripping. Shocked at the words coming from her own mouth, she began to rub her clit furiously.
"Are you touching yourself, baby?" It was almost as if Wayne could see her. She found herself nodding even as the woman moaned.
"Bad girl."
He withdrew from the woman and both she and Grace groaned at the loss.
The angle changed again. "C'mere."
The woman slithered up his now-prone body and perched.
"On your feet."
She complied and crouched over his raging erection.
"Now ride me, sweetie. And touch yourself now that I can watch."
Grace cried out as her nerves overloaded with pleasure as the woman on screen spread herself wide over that sexy bastard and threw herself on him, her hand a blur on her clit as she fucked him savagely, screaming and crying out in ecstacy.
"Fuck me, baby. Yes! Jesus, you look so good," he barked angrily.
The woman looked so close to falling over the brink—and Grace was right behind her—when she suddenly jerked the camera away and set it on the table. The perfect image of both of them filled the frame as she straddled him fully.
"Fuck me back," the woman demanded breathlessly.
Grace keened loudly at their scandalously foul mouths. As she watched them fuck one another raw, she came just as they did, all three screaming and gasping as their respective orgasms drowned out everything but pleasure.
Grace fell back in her chair as the couple collapsed on each other. She could barely hear their rasping gulps of air over her own. Her eyes watered. She hadn't blinked in over a minute. Her eyes fluttered several times as she watched the couple slip quickly into sleep. Their sweaty skin dried in the cool air. Their breaths became softer and slower. Their faces, their fierce masks, became calm and peaceful. She could almost recognize them again.
The woman murmured softly, her head burrowing further under the man's strong chin. A small smile hinted on his lips, his unconscious mind telling his arms to wrap around her back. They did so, the thick ropes of his muscles snaking around her slender body in a gesture of achingly sweet comfort and protectiveness. His fingers slipped automatically into her hair and curled inwards, pulling several locks into his loose fists. He sighed contentedly.
They breathed as one.
As Grace felt her overheated skin begin to cool and her heartbeat return to normal, she watched them sleep.
She watched them sleep for a long time.