The place had stayed on lockdown. Dogs were brought in to track the scent of the prisoner. Armed officers bounced in the back of pickups as they headed out of the prison to comb the surrounding fields and woods.
Gillian had been stuck in the tower while the guys on her shift got to have the fun of a manhunt. As more shifts were mustered to join the hunt and other law enforcement agencies were called in, she’d watched the madhouse from East Tower, cussing while she fought fatigue.
Hours later, with no sign of inmate Adam Lawson, her shift had finally been released. The lieutenant had been edgy, snapping and threatening. Shit rolled downhill. Work would be hell for the next few days until Lawson was caught. If he was caught.
The blackout couldn’t be explained. The power had been out for only twenty minutes and came back on by itself. Worrisome all on its own. How a dumbass like Lawson had managed to plan it, or even to take advantage of it to make an escape, baffled everyone.
As she drifted off, she wondered if Billy would be back. He was likely just as destroyed. She’d only get a catnap then be up and showering to revive herself before heading back to the prison. God, could the day get any worse?
Then she was sinking into a dream.
Moonlight bathed the porch of the cabin. The surface of the lake appeared dimpled like an orange’s skin where moonlight touched the tops of shallow waves.
“Finally,” a soft whisper sounded from right behind her. Vlahos stood in the shadow of the doorway.
“I have a little somthin-somethin now; I don’t need you here,” she said feeling surly.
“Did Billy take good care of you?” he asked softly.
“He was better than you,” she said, lifting her chin.
“Good for him,” he said, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “But can he do this?”
Instantly, they were both nude. Gillian’s hands went to her breasts. His gaze landed on her pussy. His hand lifted, and he curled his index finger. She felt something trail between her folds, like a fingertip scraping.
It was a dream. If she’d secretly wanted to have her pussy scratched by an invisible finger then she wasn’t going to question it. “His cock was amazing.”
Vlahos’s gaze dipped to his own sex, which thrust straight from a thicket of black hair. His hand gripped the shaft and slowly pumped up and down. “Shall I prove that I can please you as much?”
“I’m tired. Need to sleep. In case Billy comes around and wants a quickie before work.”
“Didn’t think you were the kind of girl who’d play doormat to a man’s whims.”
“I’m no doormat. I give as good as I get.”
“Did he let you have the chance to give it to him or was he all over you.”
“I still ache from how good he gave it to me. I wanted him all over me.”
She blinked, and he wasn’t in front of her anymore.
Something long and hot slid along her folds from behind. The crown of Vlahos’s cock poked from between her legs, sliding sinuously forward, and then drawing slowly back.
Her thighs clenched around him, holding him there, and he laughed, breath gusting against her cheek.
His hands lifted to her hands, still cupping her breasts, and she slid hers down to let him hold her, all pretense of resistance gone.
His fingers spread, lifting her breasts, squeezing as he eased forward and back, teasing her with shallow strokes. “Sure you don’t want more? You can have us both. Now, if you like.”
And then Billy was there, in front of her, his gaze hardening as it lifted beyond her shoulder to stab at Vlahos. “I was sleeping, bastard.”
“Thought you might like to join us.”
Billy bent toward her, his hands rising to cup her face. “Do you want this? Do you need me to be here?”
“I think I do,” she whispered, lifting her hands to his shoulders to hold him.
Billy’s arms came around her, and he lifted her, pulling her Vlahos’s embrace. “Put your legs around my waist, sweetheart.”