The Sybian Club

Chapter Eleven

“Now… let me get this straight.” The officer scratched his head with the end of his pen, looking down at the small pad cupped in his big palm. Tasha wondered if she was as red as he was. Dean was Max’s cousin – well, second cousin, really – and they only saw him occasionally at family reunions. To say that this was embarrassing would have been like saying tsunamis were a little wet, but they had all decided the alternative – just calling the police to report it – wasn’t a good option either. “This Sybian is a… sex toy?”

“A very big, very expensive sex toy,” Max agreed, unable to help his grin. “Ashley, maybe you could show him… on that?” He nodded toward the computer. “He’s going to have to see the email anyway, right, Dean?”

Ashley slid into the computer chair, clicking the mouse and pulling up their newly designed web site. There was a picture of the Sybian on the front page. Dean peered over her shoulder, his eyes widening as she clicked to another section of the page, showing the Sybian in use. It was actually Regina and Emily – they had agreed to do a photo shoot for them, as long as no faces were revealed, and Emily’s sweet red-haired pussy was clearly visible as she rode the machine.

“It… vibrates?” Dean’s voice dropped lower.

“Oh God yeah…” Ashley smiled, glancing over her shoulder at Tasha.

“Show him the video,” Max said, gesturing to Ashley, who just stared at him, wide-eyed. Tasha groaned.

Dean cleared his throat, standing back up. “This is the… uh… video in question? The one you said was sent to you by the alleged perpetrator?”

“Oh God.” Tasha covered her face with her hands. “Do we have to?”

They still hadn’t watched it all the way through. Ashley had shown Tasha and Max the email and the accompanying video when they’d arrived. The email had been sent via the website, to owner@sybianclub. com and Tasha’s intuition was singing by the time Ashley finished reading it.

Dear Sybian Club Owners,

The following video is more than enough to prove to authorities you are running a sex business out of your home – and trust me when I tell you, I have plenty more evidence. If you don’t wish this to go any further, I suggest you follow my instructions. You have only one opportunity to recover all of the evidence I have against you. I will accept $10,000 in cash and nothing less. I will contact you with a meeting time and place.

– A Concerned Citizen

“A concerned citizen my ass,” Tasha had snorted and tossed the email back at Ashley.

Max could barely speak. His mouth kept moving but nothing was coming out. Finally, he exploded: “Who the hell put a camera in my house?!”

Ashley sighed, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. “Obviously we were wrong about who…”

“Yeah.” Tasha nodded. “But… I actually have an idea who it is… I just don’t understand when or how he could have…”

Max frowned at her. “What do you mean, you have an idea?”

Ashley and Tasha exchanged knowing glances, and they both said, “Ray.”

“Ray?” Max looked between them, shaking his head. “Who the hell is Ray?”

“Ray Patterson – our neighbor?” Tasha sat on the sofa and put her head in her hands. “He invited himself to our party the other night. He backed me into a corner and I couldn’t say no. Then we had a little incident and I had to kick him out.” She looked up at her husband, blinking back tears. “But Max he had no time to put in a camera! I have no idea…”

“Oh my God.” Max interrupted her, smacking his head with his palm and sinking beside her on the couch. “This is all my fault.”

Tasha stared at her husband as he started to explain and everything fell into place. “I talked to him about the renovations we were planning… he told me his brother was a great contractor, that we could get the work done cheap…”

“Oh…no…” Ashley shook her head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the computer and turning it to face them. “What do you want to bed that’s not the only camera he had his brother put in?”

Max’s jaw worked as he looked between the two women. “I’m sure it isn’t. And now I’m wondering what he’s been doing with the videos.”

Tasha really did start to cry then, putting her head on her husband’s shoulder. He held her, blinking across her bent head at Ashley. “I’m going to kill him.”

“No!” Tasha wiped at her eyes, mascara running down her pale cheeks. “That doesn’t solve anything. We have to… call someone… do something…”

It took them an hour to make a plan and decide what to do. Max put in a call to Dean, who agreed to come over in an officially unofficial capacity and hear them out. None of them knew if what they were doing was actually illegal. In the excitement of starting her little Sybian Club, it had never occurred to her that her neighbors would object. What went on inside her own house was her business, wasn’t it? They weren’t hurting anyone…

She couldn’t believe her own neighbor would do something like this. His self-invitation to the party and his subsequent coming-on to both her and Ashley made it obvious he was no prude. This wasn’t like Mrs. Ryan across the street finding out and going all evangelical on them. Then she realized – this was because she had turned down his offer for a little afternoon delight. This wasn’t about preserving some sort of integrity of the neighborhood. This was about jealousy – and revenge.

“Oh. My. God.” Dean blinked at the computer screen and the familiar sound of Ashley’s pleasure pulled Tasha from her reverie to see the young cop staring at the screen, his mouth agape. The video started with the two of them licking each other and then moved on to them riding the Sybian together. Tasha must have been lost in thought for the first part, because now it had moved on to their double ride.

“Feel good, baby?” Ashley, riding behind and cupping Tasha’s breasts in her hands.

“Ohhhh fucccckk!” Tasha flushed at the sound of her own pleasure, seeing herself rocking on the machine. “Baby, I’m gonna…”

“Yeah!” Ashley, urging her on. No question about whether the video also picked up audio. It was all quite clear. “Come on. Do it.”

“Oh God, I-” Tasha wanted to cover her flushed cheeks, but she instead of watching the screen, where she knew exactly what happened, she watched the two men staring at the video, their eyes dark, their faces full of… yep, that was lust. No doubt about it.

“That’s right! All for me! Come on, give it to me!” Ashley’s words on-screen made Tasha’s pussy clench and she met her girlfriend’s eyes as the image of the two of them rocking toward climax continued to roll along.

“Yesssss!” Tasha knew the sound of her own imminent climax – so did her pussy. Her body had an involuntary response, a slow, sticky wetness starting to seep into her panties.

“Now, baby!” Ashley’s voice was tight and full of her own coming release. Tasha glanced at Dean, who had given up all semblance of trying to look professional. When she glanced down at his jeans – he’d come to the house out of uniform – she saw a tell-tale bulge there.

“Yes! Now! Now!” Tasha’s own voice came out of the computer speakers, a little tinny but clear enough. She was going to come, and come hard.

“NOW!” And so was Ashley.

Their simultaneous orgasm made Dean groan out loud and Tasha saw Ashley glance at him, her eyes bright, the embarrassment on her face being taken over by something… something else. Clearly, she enjoyed that the man was enjoying it. When Tasha looked over at Max, she saw a very similar reaction on his face… and in his jeans. She couldn’t help smiling.

Ashley clicked “stop” on the video, glancing over at Dean. “I tried to find where the email was coming from, using the full header and the IP address that the site logged, but I think he hiding his IP somehow.”

Dean looked appreciatively at her. “I’ll have my guys look at it.” He cleared his throat, straightening up – he’d been leaning over Ashley’s shoulder to get a better look at the video, although Tasha doubted he had even realized – and said, “Well, I’ll have to have a copy of both the email… and the uh… the video.”

Ashley handed him a slip of paper and the DVD she had burned. “So tell me, officer… officer…?”

“Call me Dean. Remember, I’m here as Max’s… friend? Cousin? Anyway… I’m here in a personal capacity, not a professional one.” He gave her a wink.

“Dean, then…” Ashley smiled at him, and Tasha saw something in that smile that made her eyes widen. “Is our little club actually illegal? It seems so harmless.”

“Well…” He shrugged, setting the DVD and email on the desk and shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “I guess it’s… a judgment call, really. If no one in your neighborhood minds or complains, we pretty much look the other way. There are lots of swingers clubs and things like that out there.”

“Sounds like fun.” Max slid an arm around Tasha’s waist and she smiled up at him.

Dean grinned. “I imagine your Sybian Club would be in the same sort of neighborhood. I’ve known places where they’ve tried to outlaw them, though. Neighbors will say it’s because of the noise or traffic in a residential area.”

“Oh please.” Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Like it had nothing to do with prudes living in the neighborhood or anything?”

“Oh I’m sure it did.” Dean laughed “That was just a good excuse. In fact, there was a sort of sex club in Dallas, if I remember right, they tried to shut down. They were swingers and this guy’s whole house was set up with different rooms. He had naked Twister, a Disco ball, a huge hot tub for like fifteen people. There was even a place in the basement called ‘the pit,’ where they put in six king-sized beds all pushed together in front of a fireplace.”

Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You seem to know a lot about it?”

“Uh… well,” Dean cleared his throat and flushed noticeably. “Let’s just call it… a personal interest.”

“So it isn’t illegal?”

Dean shrugged. “It’s a gray area. I remember this guy in Texas said it was like having a Super Bowl party. A bunch of people come over, he provides the booze and food, and he asks them for some cash to defray costs.”

Max grinned. “Except no one was watching the Super Bowl.”

“I seriously doubt it.” Dean grinned back at him, his eyes moving over to Ashley. “You know, if I came over to talk to Max-say I wanted to rent Max’s table saw? Well, strictly speaking, that’s illegal. Still, no one cares. But when it comes to sex, suddenly people care. Believe me, I’ve seen stranger things in court than I have in this video.”

Ashley stood, reaching to turn off the monitor. “So what happens now?”

“Can you forward me that?” Dean asked, nodding toward the screen. “I’ll need the headers as well, so we can trace the path of the email. Here let me write my email down for you…” Dean wrote it down on a clean sheet on his pad while Ashley went back to the computer, opening up her email.

“Thanks.” Ashley smiled as she took the slip of paper Dean offered and Tasha saw their hands brush and linger. She smiled to herself, looking between them. Ashley sat up straight, turning to tug on Dean’s sleeve. “Oh, hey… I’ve got new email from him.” Ashley clicked her mouse and a screen opened up. Tasha looked over and saw it was from the same email address that had sent the first one: concernedcitizen@hotmail. com. They all leaned over to read it when Ashley opened it.

Here’s the deal. You and your girlfriend bring the cash to the Flamingo Motel at the corner of Dix and Fort streets. Midnight. Tomorrow. One chance.

“How melodramatic.” Tasha rolled her eyes. She knew it had to be Ray. The ‘you and your girlfriend’ line was too like him to be missed.

“Is this guy for real?” Ashley asked, clicking a button to print.

“Amateur.” Dean shook his head as he took the print-out off the printer. “Actually… I don’t think he wants the cash at all.”

“Huh?” Ashley’s brow knitted as she glanced up at him holding the email.

“I think he wants you two to show up scared.” Dean put the print-out with the other email and the DVD.

“If he doesn’t want the money…” Max frowned, his arm tightening around Tasha’s shoulders. “What does he want?”

Tasha glanced at Ashley and they both said, almost simultaneously: “Us.”

“That’s the reason I had to kick him out,” Tasha explained to Max. "He was coming on to Ashley.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Dean sighed and then smiled at Ashley. “Not that I blame him. You’re both very beautiful women.”

Tasha couldn’t have dubbed what Ashley was doing anything other than “beaming.”

“But that doesn’t give him a right to install cameras illegally and make blackmail threats.” Dean folded the emails and put them into his back pocket. “This last email is just what I was waiting for. I’ll make a formal report, get a team together, and your friend Raymond Patterson will get a big surprise tomorrow night at the Flamingo.”

“And we won’t get into trouble?” Ashley asked, standing up, their bodies nearly touching.

Dean smiled at Ashley, the warmth in it like a heat Tasha could almost feel. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Thanks so much, Dean.” Tasha went over and hugged him, feeling both grateful for his help and wanting to open the door for Ashley. It swung wide, and Ashley hugged and thanked him, too. Dean looked both surprised and pleased.

Dean picked up the DVD, making a move to go, and then turned back. “You know… I would suggest you move out of the suburbs. It’s just… safer. Somewhere more rural? Because while this Ray guy may not actually be the concerned citizen he claims to be, you know you’re living across the street from the Bible Beater from hell?”

Tasha laughed, knowing he was talking about Theresa Ryan. “She thought we were selling drugs.”

“You could always move it here,” Ashley offered, waving a hand around the room. Tasha stared at her, stunned. Ashley lived alone in a big farm house her mother had left to her when she died. The property was definitely not suburban, that was for sure. “I’ve got plenty of room, and I sure wouldn’t mind having five Sybians laying around.”

Tasha laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t blame you.”

Max looked thoughtful as he shook Dean’s hand, a gesture of good-will and goodbye. “We’ll definitely think about it.”

“So will we see you again?” Ashley asked, her voice softer as she looked up at Dean. He was tall – almost a foot taller than she was.

“I’ll give you a call when it’s all wrapped up,” he assured her. “Maybe I’ll come out here after… Oh!” Dean turned to Tasha and Max. “I wouldn’t go back home tonight or tomorrow if I were you. Just stay away from the house. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally tip Ray off somehow.”

Tasha and Max exchanged glances. Not go home? Where would they go? Tasha wondered if they could get a nice hotel room on such short notice.

“You can both stay here if you want,” Ashley said, looking between them. Tasha smiled at her friend, and that heat she’d felt when she looked at Dean was unmistakable. “I’ve got lots of room.”

“That’s a good plan.” Dean nodded. “All of you in the same place. I’d like that.”

“Me, too.” Max slid his arm around his wife, and another around Ashley’s shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. Tasha glanced at Dean, wondering if he had any idea that her husband’s motivations were very different from the young cop’s.

Dean gave Ashley another smile – one just for her, Tasha noted – before he left, carrying a copy of a very embarrassing video and two emails that would, hopefully, end this whole mess once and for all.

Tasha shut the door behind him, leaning on it and looking back and forth between her husband and her girlfriend. “Well, now what?”

“I don’t know.” Max shrugged, glancing at his watch. “It is getting late.”

Ashley reached over and slipped her hand into his. “How about… bed?”

Tasha smiled, moving to join them. “There’s an idea…”

Tasha pressed her naked belly to Ashley’s, wondering how things had moved from there to here, as Max nuzzled her neck and shifted his knee to part her legs. He was incredibly hard, pressed against her behind as Tasha cupped Ashley’s face in her hands to kiss her.

From there to here, she thought, from months ago in her basement with a Sybian – such a strange way to meet. Tasha remembered being completely captivated by Ashley and her very first orgasm, brought on by the machine and… maybe, she mused, just maybe, my being there had something to do with it. She thought, as Ashley moaned into her mouth and pulled her hand down to touch the smoothly shaved swollen part of her pussy lips, that maybe it was more truth than wishful thinking.

Ashley’s mouth trembled as Tasha kissed her and her fingers parted and found the sensitive bud of her clit. Ashley’s hips moved slightly in response to the motion, Tasha’s finger teasing, back and forth, round and round, not giving her anything consistent, nothing to count on, making her wonder what was coming next. Tasha could feel her tension, the anxiety of knowing that Max was naked in bed with them, the only thing between them the slender press of Tasha’s own body. Ashley hadn’t been with many men, and the ones she’d experienced had been, according to her description, “selfish.”

“You’re stretched as tight as piano wire,” Tasha murmured, kissing her way over Ashley’s ample cleavage, stopping at her fat, pink nipples and suckling there. Ashley just quivered in response as Tasha slid down between her thighs, gently parting and settling between them. Max didn’t vacate the space Tasha had left, his hand lazily working his cock as he watched his wife begin to lick Ashley’s pussy.

It took a while – much longer than usual – for Ashley to begin to really respond. Tasha persisted, latching her mouth over her tender, sensitive clit and licking with a rhythmic insistence that eventually, Ashley could no longer resist. Her hips began to move, her eyes closing and soft moans escaping her parted lips. Tasha barely heard her whispers, “Yes… yes… ohhh… faster…!” as Ashley’s hands clutched at the sheets, fisting, pulling, twisting them as she grew closer to her peak. Her first orgasm came like the tremble of a small earthquake, shaking the whole bed, as Ashley’s toes curled and her head moved from side to side, as if she were trying to deny the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body.

Tasha glanced over at Max, whose eyes never left the two of them, his hand squeezing the stiff exclamation of his cock. She wasn’t ready to give Ashley up yet – and more importantly, Ashley wasn’t ready. Tasha wanted Ashley to move that way first, and she knew, somehow, she would. Eventually. She kept her mouth over Ashley’s mound, her tongue pressed flat against her sensitive clit, barely moving, making her whimper and whisper, “No… no…” But Tasha wasn’t stopping. Not now.

“Oh God!” Ashley murmured as Tasha’s tongue began its slow lashing, a long, torturous punishment, back and forth. Tasha slipped her hand down between her own thighs, rubbing her aching clit as she licked Ashley toward her second orgasm of the night. There was no denying her own lust, the taste of pussy in her mouth and throat incredible. She was dizzy with the scent.

“Oh Tash… please… so good…”

Tasha murmured something but it was lost against Ashley’s flesh and came across just as an urging forward, onward, upward, yes! Ashley’s hips rocked faster now, her moans louder, her legs spread wide, wider still. Tasha used the fingers of her other hand, sliding two of them into the wet cavern of Ashley’s trembling pussy, pumping slowly in and out. It was a conscious reminder, and it worked.

“Yes!” Ashley gasped and bucked her hips in response. “Oh baby, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Tasha did as she was told, pistoning her fingers faster into her wetness, her mouth latched over her mouth, tongue working furiously. Ashley rocked and twisted, forcing Tasha to bring her other hand, still soaked with her own juices, up to her girlfriend’s hip to steady her.

“More!” Ashley insisted, meeting each thrust of Tasha’s hand with her hips. “Oh fuck! MORE! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Ashley reached her hand out, grasping blindly along the sheet until she met flesh-Max’s belly, taut with his own excitement. She turned her head toward him, eyes half-closed and full of lust. “Cock,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to cover his, squeezing his stiff length. “Oh please… give me your cock.”

Max groaned, moving toward her on the bed, kissing her softly as Tasha moved out of the way.

Ashley groaned when her friend left her hanging there, hovering, waiting for that sweet orgasm, but she didn’t protest long. Max moved between her thighs, parting them, positioning himself. Tasha stretched out beside them, her eyes meeting Max’s for a moment, feeling a sharp electric jolt pass between them before he turned his attention to Ashley.

“Are you sure?” he murmured, waiting, poised.

Ashley nodded, reaching down between them to grasp his cock. “Yes! Please! Yes!” Max groaned at her touch, sliding slowly in, parting her moist cleft with his turgid length until he was buried completely inside of her. Ashley wiggled as if she wanted more, half-smiling as she turned her face to Tasha to be kissed.

“He feels good,” Ashley murmured.

Tasha smiled. “It only gets better.” Max began to thrust, slow and easy, and Ashley moaned, arching her back when Tasha lowered her mouth over her friend’s nipple, sucking it hard. Tasha’s pussy was on fire, aching for attention, and she took Ashley’s hand and put it between her own thighs.

“Wet!” Ashley breathed, her fingers probing between Tasha’s lips. “Come here.”

Tasha didn’t need to be asked twice. Max sat back a little, pulling Ashley into the saddle of his hips so he could still fuck her that way and Tasha straddled Ashley’s mouth, facing Max, and lowering her pussy toward her waiting tongue. The sensation was incredible, the soft, rhythmic movement of Ashley’s tongue matching the rocking on the bed as Tasha watched her husband fucking the woman whose mouth covered her pussy. It was a surreal moment, and so hot she could barely stand it.

Tasha met Max’s eyes and then looked down at his cock, slick with Ashley’s wetness, moving in and out of that sweet, shaved cunt. She wanted everything all at once, the sensation beyond the pale now. Orgasm was imminent, at some point, but somehow it didn’t matter. It was the circle they made that mattered as Tasha leaned forward to kiss him, like they were one person, one thing, rocking together on the bed in some divine, blissful wake.

“Oh God, baby,” Tasha murmured, rolling her hips against Ashley’s mouth, the delicious friction building. She reached down to part Ashley’s pussy lips for her husband’s thrusting cock, rubbing the nub of her clit, the humming moan in Ashley’s throat a nice reward against her own clit. “Do you like that cock? Does that feel good?”

Ashley’s mouth was too full to reply but the tightening of her hands on Tasha’s hips was answer enough. Tasha rubbed her friend’s clit back and forth as Max made faster circles deep in her pussy. She felt Ashley trembling, her mouth sucking hard at Tasha’s mound, her soft moans growing louder.

“She’s gonna come,” Tasha murmured, rubbing faster, and Max groaned, fucking her harder, making Ashley gasp, her mouth forgetting entirely about Tasha’s pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Ashley’s hips bucked as she wrapped her arms around Tasha’s hips. “Oh God yes! Make me come! Now! Now!”

Tasha saw Max holding back as Ashley quivered beneath the both of them with the force of her climax, her teeth sinking so hard into Tasha’s thigh she would have a mark there for a week. Tasha hardly noticed at the time – instead, she worked Ashley’s clit, eager to tease every last bit of her orgasm from her, and from the sound of her begging, “Stop! Oh God! I can’t stand it!” she wholly succeeded.

“I want to fuck you,” Max told Tasha and slid his stiff, wet cock from the still-spasming tunnel of Ashley’s cunt. “Come here.”

Tasha was loathe to leave the sweet bath of Ashley’s tongue, but she did what he asked. He grabbed her and rolled her onto her belly on the bed, pulling her hips up and shoving himself deep into her pussy.

“Oh God!” Tasha moaned, reaching down to rub her pussy as he fucked her hard, driving himself deep with every thrust. She had almost forgotten about Ashley until she felt her fingers over hers, rubbing faster. When she opened her eyes, Ashley was there, her face inches away, her breath sweet with Tasha’s juices.

“Feel good?” Ashley asked and Tasha nodded, eyes half closed, her hips rocking back against her husband’s hard cock. She was so close to orgasm she couldn’t speak – she could barely breathe. Ashley leaned in and kissed her, shoving her tongue deep so Tasha tasted herself, and the motion sent her immediately over. She shuddered and roared and bucked on the bed, Ashley’s tongue still thrusting, Max’s cock, too, and there were so many fingers probing her pussy, taking her beyond the edge of reason, she lost count.

“Oh God.” Max held Tasha still, his hands gripping her hips. “Oh God, I can’t…”

Tasha murmured into Ashley’s mouth, but no one heard her. She had to break the kiss and gasp, “I want you to taste him with me.”

“Me first!” Ashley got up to her knees and reaching down to grasp the length of Max’s cock, pulling him slowly out of Tasha’s wetness. She pushed him back on the bed and settled herself between his legs, spending a long time licking his shaft and balls, making sure there wasn’t a bit of pussy juice left on him. Tasha watched for a while through half-closed eyes, laying on her belly on the bed. Then she crawled between his legs, too, nudging Ashley out of the way as they fought for the meat of his cock.

“Oh yeah…” Max’s hands were in their hair, his eyes going from one to the other as they licked and sucked, taking turns for a while, sharing like good girls, and then pushing each other out of the way. Tasha pumped him with her hand into Ashley’s mouth, both of their eyes turned up to him. “Oh fuck… I… can’t…”

“Wanna come, baby?” Tasha murmured, slapping the head of his cock against her cheek. “Whose mouth do you want to come in?”

“Both,” he groaned, his hips moving with the rhythmic tug of her hand as both women tongued the sensitive head of his cock. “Oh God, I’m gonna come!”

Tasha pressed her cheek to Ashley’s, the head of Max’s cock trapped between them as she milked the hot explosion of cum from his shaft. Ashley groaned and turned her face toward his spurting cock, her tongue catching a white, hot surge, and then another. Tasha turned her head, too, kissing Ashley hard, tasting her husband’s cum between them as they sucked each other’s tongues.

They settled down with Max between them, looking at each other over the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes were closed, but Tasha knew he was awake and listening.

Ashley smiled, tracing her finger around his nipple. “Too bad we don’t have a Sybian here.”

Max smiled, not opening his eyes. “We will.”

“We will?” Ashley raised her eyebrows.

Tasha shrugged, smiling too, and locked her fingers with Ashley’s. “Why not?”

They were in bed when the call came in. They had gotten out of it a few times – to eat, to pee, to shower, and once, to play Scrabble at the kitchen table, wrapped in blankets. They never did get dressed.

Ashley answered, her voice changing so much the moment she knew who it was that Tasha knew immediately, too. Then she handed the phone over to Max.

“I don’t know, should we press charges?” Max asked, and then paused as he listened. “I guess as long as I have the assurance that there’s no video out there somewhere on the ’net…”

Tasha and Ashley looked at each other, frowning.

“Sure. Here she is.” Max grinned as he cupped the receiver so Dean couldn’t hear. “He wants to talk to you, Ashley.”

Tasha grinned as her friend took the phone, cradling it against her ear like a teenager and turning away from them to speak in a near whisper.

“I think they like each other,” Tasha said with a laugh.

Max grinned. “Ya think?”

“So what did he say?”

“They got him.” Max shrugged. “He confessed everything. Nearly peed his pants. Gave them all the equipment. They confiscated his computer. Dean wants to know if we want to press charges.”

“Do we?” Tasha frowned, watching Ashley carry the phone over to the windowsill and lean against it, a dreamy look on her face as she listened.

“I don’t know.” Max sighed. “I guess, as long as we have everything… and he can’t do it again. All’s well that ends well?”

Tasha glanced over to the window and smiled at her friend. “Looks like that just might be the case.”

“I hope so.” Max leaned back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head.

Tasha traced his navel with her finger. “Now we can decide what we want to do next.”

“I know what I want to do next.” He grinned, catching her wrist.

“Oh really?”

“It involves two beautiful women in my bed…”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Haven’t had enough of that yet?”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Have you had enough of the Sybian?”

“Never!” She gasped in mock horror.

“Exactly,” he said, looking smug. “Now come here!” He pulled her down to snuggle beside him and held his arm out to Ashley, who was just hanging up the phone. “Both of you!”

Ashley settled in next to him, as well, giving a happy sigh that Tasha knew had much more to do with Dean than it did with being in bed with the two of them. The future was uncertain, to be sure, but it definitely looked like it was going to be interesting.