The Fallback (Sample Chapters)

9. Accidental Exhibitionism, Purposeful Voyeurism

    "Are you sure you're fine?" Grey asked again, his voice rough and his features a permanent scowl on his face.

    "I'm fine... Geez, Dad," Tati huffed at him with a roll of her eyes.

    "I always knew that fucker—"

    "It's done and over with," she interrupted him, her eyes creasing in irritation. "Can we please not talk about it anymore?"

    Tati was back at home and in her new apartment. Grey had Skyped her as soon as he was back in Denver, though they had chatted on the phone several times when he was in Boulder. Each time he interrogated her about the incident with Matt and grew angrier every time he mentioned the man's name or what had happened. This was only their second Skype session in as many weeks since her move to her new one-bedroom apartment.

    "Fine," he said, a hand running through his perfectly coiffed hair like butter. "So, how did the move go?"

    "It was fine," she heaved on a sigh. "I'm just surprised Cole didn't ask the fire department to do a thorough inspection of the place as well."

    Grey raised a brow. He didn't particularly want to talk about the asshole Tati was seeing. The man was in more and more of her f*******: pictures, and it was all he could do not to punch his fist through his screen when he saw them cuddled up or standing next to each other on social media. Apparently, the ass had taken her to a Mariner's game just before her vacation, and she had posted several photos of them together at it. Not to mention several after she had gotten back from Denver. When he saw the new photos, he always averted his eyes from the big gorilla and stared only at Tati.

    "Overprotective, is he?" Grey asked, jaw locking in disdain at the man.

    "A little," she admitted. "Nothing too over the top, though. That would be damned irritating."

    "I’ll bet," he pushed out, the words coming out gritty and stiff. "You still haven't f****d him though, right?"

    Tati's brows rose in shock.

    "Not that it's any of your business, but no," she informed him. "Why do you ask?"

    Grey opened his mouth, hesitating. "I dunno, Tati," he said, his voice low and sounding worried. "There's something about him I just don't trust. And don't tell me he's a cop again. All law enforcement can't be good. You get the dirty or corrupt ones."

    "He's fine, Grey," she protested with a downward curve of her lips. "You know I'd tell you if anything was wrong."

    "You didn't with Matt," he reminded her stubbornly. "Freya had to tell me."

    "Well first off, I was passed out, and by the time I woke up and got over the shock of it, Freya was handing me the phone and you were interrogating me like I was the one who started the fight!"

    "Yeah, sorry about that," he told her a bit sheepishly. "I was a little upset. If Jon hadn't already given the man a severe beating, that boy would be walking around with one less appendage hanging from between his legs."

    It wasn't the first time Grey had threatened a guillotine to the privates when talking about Matt, and Tati had no doubt that Grey would have made good on his promise of dismemberment. There was something utterly psychotic about the man sometimes, though it never really frightened Tati. It was kind of like having a horny and protective older brother.

    "I know, I know," Tati said, trying to mollify him. "Let's forget about Matt. How was your grand opening?"

    Grey admitted that it had gone fine, but he didn't mention the level of anxiety he’d had to deal with before he could see Tati's face over Skype and make sure for himself that everything on her pretty little body was still as it should be. It was one hell of a long week before he could do that, and he was sure that the manager of the new gym would quit before the establishment even opened. To say he was unpleasant to be around while in Boulder would have been a thoroughly gross understatement.

    "Did you only hire women with size 0 waists and big breasts?" Tati joked with him.

    "Yes, and they were all boyfriend and husband free," he told her with a lascivious grin.

    "Then you must have been quite busy," she said, smirking at him. She assumed—incorrectly, mind you—that if it had a decent body, a pulse, and a p***y, Grey was going to make a play for it. She couldn't have been further from the truth in this case.

    Not that he was going to admit that. To her at least. He might mention something to Jon, who also had a soft spot for his Tati.

    f**k. Not his. Cole's. The slimy prick.

    There was a sound in the background, and Tati looked over to her right. She was sitting on her bed with a small night table on the side. Tati had placed it there to use as a desk for her laptop since she had yet to buy a new desk. It was last on her items to buy for the new place.

    "What's going on?" Grey asked, his voice worried.

    Her phone went off suddenly and she answered it.

    "Hello? You are? Okay, I'm just on my laptop," she told whoever was on the phone. "I'll be right there."

    Hanging up, she looked apologetically over at Grey.

    "Cole's outside my apartment," she told him. "I left something in his truck the last time we went out and he's just returning it. I'll have to cut this Skype session a little short."

    "Not a problem," he told her, a little disappointed. "Same time next week?"

    "It's a date," she told him brightly, as she always did at the end of one of their video chats.

    She pushed the table away from the bed a few feet and walked into the other room.

    Grey didn't disconnect the call, still concerned for her. He assumed that she would think he would disconnect and end the video chat. If she hadn't been in a rush to get to the door, she probably would have disconnected first.

    He could hear chatting in the other room and a light feminine laugh. He was about to disconnect finally when he heard the voices getting closer to him.

    And then, they were in the same room as the computer. He could tell because he could finally understand what they were saying.

    Taking a piece of electrical tape he had hanging around, he placed it over the camera so he couldn't be seen as he snooped in on their conversation.

    "...chatting with a friend over the computer," Tati was saying, presumably to Cole.

    "Which friend is this?" A deep voice asked. "The slut PT or the gymnast guy?"

    "Hey! Freya's not a slut, and Grey's not a gymnast. He owns gyms," she told him. "Not the same thing at all."

    "As long as he's not trying to steal my woman," Cole said in a deep baritone. "I don't give two shits if he's a f*****g ballerina."

    This guy, Grey thought. What a buffoon. Tati could do so much better.

    And then the two of them were sitting on the bed, computer showing the two of them uncomfortably close to each other.

    At least it was uncomfortable for Grey, who kept his eyes glued on Tati the whole time.

    "I'm no one's woman," she reminded him. "I already told you that. If you want to see other people, that's fine. I want to keep this casual between us."

    Grey felt a little better hearing her say that somehow. Hopefully, the oversized blonde ogre would find someone else to try to lay pipe to. And soon.

    Grey glimpsed the man's eyes flash possessively. Tati may not have known what that meant, but he understood it all too well. The man was utterly obsessed with her.

    "I only have eyes for one woman," the man told her and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back and successfully dodged him until she lost her balance and her back hit the mattress of her new bed. "Now what do you say to us christening this bed finally?"

    "Cole," Tati warned. But his lips finally met with the skin on her neck and her eyes fluttered closed.

    Grey was about to be sick. It was like watching a train wreck, but he found he couldn't look away. Each nibble of her skin and well-placed kiss was both irritating and arousing. Irritating because it was Cole and not Grey who was doing it to Tati, and arousing because, well—Tati was moaning and gasping a bit. It made Grey start to harden in his boxers.

    He was working his way to closing the video connection—and then his laptop—when he saw Cole pulling at the hem of Tati's shirt. It was halfway up her torso when her hand came out to stop him. It was a halfhearted gesture, and her hand soon fell away until Cole pulled the tank top over her head and her breasts were bare for him.

    Well, for them both. Not that Tati knew that. And he wouldn't be letting her know any time soon.

    Grey should have felt bad at the intrusion of her privacy, but he was too aroused to feel guilty. This was way better than internet porn.

    Placing his hand lower, he cupped his erection and hoped to God he didn't moan and alert them of his presence. He certainly didn’t have enough blood left in his head to search for the mute button on his laptop.

    Grey watched as Cole's lips took Tati's pink little n*****s into his mouth. The man was looking up at her in complete adoration. All Grey could see was the man wanting to possess the woman Grey was starting to want more and more each day. He suddenly wished he’d never had to go to Boulder. f**k that. He would have shown Tati what a real man could do with his mouth. And d**k. Yes—definitely his d**k.

    Tati gave a c**k-hardening moan as Cole's lips moved lower, pressing wet kisses onto her stomach before his hands wrapped around the waistband of her shorts and started to tug them down. It was obvious where this was going, and Grey was both annoyed and sexually frustrated.

    His lips. Grey’s lips should be the ones kissing lower and lower on Tati's pale skin. His mouth should be the one hovering just above the band of her teal and pink panties which were now being peeled down her legs.

    Move your f*****g legs! Grey almost cried out in frustration. He couldn't see her p***y and somehow knew the sight of it would have him practically coming in his pants.

    As if sensing his silent words, her legs spread wide, and Grey was able to see her lower lips.

    Completely. Shaven.

    Grey finally gave in entirely, and pulled down his boxers to release the throbbing monstrosity being encased there. His balls ached, he was so hard.

    He fisted his c**k, biting his lips to hold back a groan. He was already leaking copious amounts of precum from the tip and used it to lube up the head as he watched Tati squirm and moan when Cole placed his lips to the apex of her thighs.

    Her hands came up and she plucked at her own hard n*****s. Grey licked his lips, and his right hand sped up as his left came down to cup his own balls. He could barely blink, he was watching the screen so intently.

    Cole lapped at her clit before sucking it up into his mouth. It had Grey wondering what Tati tasted like. If Cole's expression was any indication, she was mighty fine.

    A finger was pressed against Tati's entrance, and her head fell back onto the bed just as she was being breached. As one hand continued to tug at her n*****s, the other came down onto Cole's short hair and ran through it as her hips lifted toward his mouth.

    He could hear the man groan as he started to f**k Tati with his fingers. Grey could hear the wet suction of her s*x around his thick digits. Hell, she must be tight. Tight and so f*****g wet.

    His hand stroked his c**k even faster, and he felt his balls tightening as he watched Tati cry out in bliss as Cole's lips and tongue continued to work over her dripping s*x.

    Cole sucked at her clit and hummed around it, causing Tati to rock her hips against his mouth with abandon, seeking release. She looked like she was close. And Jesus, Grey was too.

    A phone rang out and Grey jumped, his d**k slipping out of his hand. When he realized it was coming from the other end of the video feed, he relaxed a bit.

    "s**t, I have to take this," Cole's voice mumbled out, sounding not at all pleased.

    Grey could hear the man mumbling some “okays” and a “right aways” before he came back into view of the screen. Tati was still lying naked on the bed, ready to resume.

    "Sorry, little beauty," the blond giant told her as he leaned over and kissed her lips. "I'm on call and it's an emergency."

    Tati sighed a bit, frustrated. "I understand."

    "I'll let myself out," he told her and gave her another short but thorough kiss. Grey bet that she could taste herself with those kisses.

    She continued lay on the bed naked. Her body relaxed when she heard the front door close. Then she groaned and leaned her head back on the bed again.

    "So f*****g close," she mumbled. Grey knew what she meant, of course.

    And that's when his little Tati surprised him.

    Her hand slowly slid down to play with her own clit, her other gripping her left breast as she started to tease herself toward the edge.

    Grey's hand started to move again. He was no longer close to coming, but he was getting there in a hurry watching Tati touch herself.

    This was even better than watching Cole go down on her. He could imagine himself playing with her clit instead. He was now getting off on her so much easier without that mindless meathead in the room.

    Tati's moans started out low as she flicked and played with herself. She gently sped up her motions, and Grey followed along with her pace. She was soon rubbing herself at a frantic speed, and it was all Grey could do not to groan out and shoot a thick, heavy load onto the screen of his laptop, pretending perhaps that it was Tati's face, Tati's chest that was he was coming on.

    Tati let out a soft mewling wail, and Grey knew she was coming. It pushed him over the edge as well and, with a few stiff tugs, he emptied the contents of his balls out onto his taut abs in long, white lines.

    He leaned back in his chair and watched as Tati came down from her release, hoping it was as good for her as it was for him.

    And if that wasn't ample spank bank material for him, then nothing was.