Sins of the Past (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

beforehand. That was how he knew to have his decoy in place when Jacob and his SEAL team raided the compound.
    Julio had sat back and watched everything on camera. He watched as Jacob walked right up to the decoy he had invested a lot of money into and shot him. The cocky bastard took a bullet for his troubles, but that was going to be nothing compared to what Julio had in store for him. By the time Julio was done with him, his body was going to be unrecognizable. The authorities were going to need dental records to identify him.
    Putting plans of revenge on hold, Julio picked up a file detailing his next shipment of merchandise. He had to go all out in order to get an extra special shipment of girls to woo his investors back and there was no way anything could go wrong with this shipment. He would be there personally to receive it and if anyone screwed it up, he was planning to make heads roll.
     
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    Jacob squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth together in order to keep himself under control as he moved inside Lorna. She moaned as she writhed under him, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped in and out of her. The sensation of her wet heat as the muscles in her channel grasped him and clung to his cock was more than he could have ever imagined and it was taking everything he had to keep from coming deep inside her. He had to hold out because it was her first time and Jacob wanted to make it good for her. He needed for Lorna to come before him. There was no way he was leaving her behind.
    Pulling back, he watched as a drop of sweat dribbled from his nose and landed on the peak of one of Lorna’s breasts. He watched as the drop slipped down and made its way into the valley between them, then leaned down to follow its path with his tongue. Lorna threw her head back and moaned as he made his way up to the column of her throat and nibbled, licked, and sucked on the corded muscle there.
    By the time Jacob made it to her lips, Lorna was mumbling something incoherently. She repeated it over and over until he finally pulled back to see what she was saying. Jacob frowned when Lorna opened her mouth once more. This time instead of words, there was a strange noise that came out. Confused, he cocked his head to the side as the noise kept on repeating itself.
    The sound of someone banging on the door, along with the doorbell ringing, jolted Jacob out of sleep. He was panting for breath as if he had run a marathon and was drenched in sweat. Jacob rubbed his hands over his face and groaned when he realized Lorna wasn’t really there and he had been asleep. The dream between them had seemed so real that he saw the thin sheet covering him tented from the erection he was currently sporting. He shook his head and grimaced, he had one hell of a hard-on, but at least whoever was at the door saved him from having to change his sheets because he had come on them. He had no doubt if the dream had gone on any longer, that’s what would have happened. Jacob couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a wet dream, but he did know he was a teenager when it had happened.
    Someone banged on the door again and Jacob groaned as he rolled out of bed. “I’m coming,” he yelled as he searched for his crutches. By the time he threw on a pair of sweats and made it to the front door, Jacob was still panting and sweating. “There better be a good reason why someone is beating on my door this early in the morning,” he muttered when he got a glimpse of the clock. It was seven a.m.
    “Oh bless your heart,” the woman on the other side of the door practically shouted when Jacob finally opened the door.
    He just stood there blinking and staring at the woman who he recognized from the grocery store the day before. He had no idea what she was doing there or how she even knew where he lived.
    “Oh, you poor thing. Look at you.” The woman tsked and looked at him with pity.
    Jacob looked down at himself and wondered what the woman—whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him—was seeing. “Can I help you?” he asked.
    “Come on. Let’s get you back in the house. I bet you’re in pain right now. Let me put this down and we’ll find you some medicine. I brought a breakfast casserole. It’s one of my specialties. Everyone loves it so you probably will, too.” The woman brushed right past him and into his house like she owned the place.
    Jacob hesitated and looked up and down his street. He was looking for cameras