Wicked Envy Read online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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I had to laugh at her, but I was also relieved. Watching so many sex acts going on as we walked the various rooms had a profound effect on me. I’m stirred beyond lust, and all I can think about now is fucking.

I walk into The Orgy Room, my eyes scanning the dim interior. There are recessed lights in the ceiling that shine down on the various pieces of furniture that are in use, holding writhing naked bodies as they fuck. I don’t see Avril, which is a relief because we promised each other we wouldn’t watch the other. My eyes do land on a blonde I had talked to earlier. We flirted, she overtly invited Avril and me to a threesome with her, but I declined because… well, hell no to a threesome with Avril there.

Just no way.

But Avril and I decided to part ways out on The Deck, both determined we were going to make good use of the money that was spent to get us in these doors.

I make my way over to the blonde, and she’s smiling at me in a way that says she still wants to spread her legs for just me alone.

“You came back,” she says huskily when I reach her. “And you’re alone.”

“That way I can focus just on you,” I tell her. She likes that answer, and I know she does because her hand comes down to palm my erection.

CHAPTER 4

Dane

If I’d known how torturous this would be, I would have stayed home tonight.

But the thought of Avril and Andrew walking around The Wicked Horse on their own had me worrying.

Okay, let’s be honest. The thought of Avril at The Wicked Horse is what worries me. Andrew can hold his own, and besides… if it was just Andrew, I’d be right down there alongside him right now as he got his dick sucked by a curvaceous blonde.

I’m watching the action from a private club within the private club that I belong to. It’s simply entitled “The Apartment” as a nod to the fact the space was the former living quarters for the owner of the club, Jerico Jameson. He decided to convert it into a private club where, for an additional yearly membership, you can come and hang out in a more secluded, personal atmosphere. There is fucking going on in The Apartment, but not as much as in the other rooms. The membership in here is limited to just fifty slots, and you cannot bring non-members in without prior permission. There’s an application, and you have to provide references. Since I’d been one of the founding patrons of The Wicked Horse, it was a given I’d get entrance.

For the most part, I come in here when I want to get away from the skin slapping and groans of release. Sometimes I’ll come here first to enjoy a drink in the quiet.

Other times, I’ll join a poker game that always seems to be going on. In fact, I’m thinking about joining the next game that starts.

But for right now, I’m staring at large, high-definition screens that are on a wall in what was probably the living room of Jerico’s apartment. There’s a screen for The Orgy Room, The Silo, The Deck, and The Waterfall Room. Each screen is split into four, with various cameras around each room providing different viewing angles.

I rarely pay attention to these screens because if I want to watch the action, I’d just go into one of those rooms and be up close and personal with it. But because I knew Avril and Andrew were coming tonight, I’ve been watching the screens more closely than I’d like to admit.

They came in almost an hour ago, and I held my breath as I awaited their reactions every time they entered a new room. I knew Andrew was turned on because I could see his erection pressing against his pants, but I couldn’t tell with Avril.

Not at first.

But then I noticed how she squirmed and kept nibbling on her thumbnail nervously as she watched what was going on. She and Andrew hardly spoke to each other, but I expect it just had to be fucking awkward.

I mean… we’re as thick as thieves, but in a million years I can’t imagine watching Avril have sex. It would just be wrong.

So very fucking wrong that I know it would feel right, so that is exactly why I told them I wasn’t coming out with them tonight. When it comes to sex, I like doing all the bad, wrong things because that is how I get my true kicks. Sharing that side of myself with Andrew wouldn’t bother me at all, because as dudes, I’ve shared stories of my conquests with Andrew, and when he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he would share his stories with me.


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