I opened the door. “Yeah. If he leaves, follow. Call me when he stops and I’ll catch an Uber or something.”
She nodded and I hurried inside. I whipped my manhood out and shivered in relief as I emptied my bladder. As soon as I was done, I quickly washed my hands and hurried to the door, slowing to normal walk when I saw the Jeep sitting right where we left it.
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“We should have gotten a McMuffin or something,” she growled nearly two hours later. “How long does it take to buy a damn phone?”
I snickered. “You could have gone home with your dad.”
“And miss all this fun?”
I was starting to nod when heard and felt the Jeep start. I jerked myself awake and watched as Alejandro walked to his car. She pulled out of the parking lot, having to punch a hole in traffic to the blare of a couple of horns as she made a left.
“Where the hell is he going?” she wondered as we followed him south and west as he proceeded out of town on I-69.
“Work?”
“Not unless he’s working somewhere new.”
He exited the interstate in Sugar Land. She followed as he weaved through town, once driving over curbs and stop blocks as she cut through a gas station parking lot to keep him in sight. I smiled to myself as I held on. I wouldn’t want Willow after me because she was relentless. We continued to follow him, the houses getting larger and larger until he turned into a mansion, complete with a guesthouse.
“Drive on by,” I urged, flicking my hand in a keep moving motion.
“What the hell is he doing here?” she asked as we reached the end of the block and turned around, parking well back but keeping the drive to the house in sight.
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We’d been sitting in relative silence for almost an hour as we stared at the drive. “I think he’s here for a while,” I muttered, “so I think I’m going to sneak up there, have a snoop, and see if I can spot who he’s talking to.”
“I’m coming, too,” she said as she opened her door.
“No. Stay here in case he leaves.”
“And do what? Follow him? What good will that do me if you’re not here? Besides, at the house, I can be a lookout.”
“Yes, you follow him, then call and tell me where you are.” She held my gaze, her mouth firmly set. It was the look I became very familiar with yesterday. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Fine. You’d probably just follow me anyway.”
She smiled. “You’re learning.”
We left the Jeep and strolled along the road hand in hand like we belonged there. After a quick check to make sure there were no cars approaching, we hurried up the drive. As we approached the house, I looked for security cameras, but saw nothing. I pulled her to the side, where we crouched next to the hedges to break up our shape.
I brought my lips close to her ear. “Keep an eye on the drive and let me know if someone shows up,” I whispered.
While she watched, I peeked into a window but saw nobody. Hoping whoever lived here didn’t have nosy neighbors, I moved down the side of the house, bypassing the small window that was probably a bath, and stopped at the next set of windows. The blinds were closed. Grimacing in frustration, I was debating going around to the other side of the house for another try when I heard a man’s voice. Staying low, I crept up to the privacy fence and listened a moment before backing silently away.
I returned to where Willow was crouching and brought my lips close to her ear again. “Someone is in the back yard. A man. Come tell me if it’s Alejandro’s voice.”
I silently led her to the gate. She crept close and listened a moment. The voice was low, and there was a female voice as well, the two voices muttering in Spanish. My Spanish was okay, but the voices were so faint I could only make out a word now and again, but from what words I could catch, it was obvious the man and woman were fucking.
She looked at me and shrugged. ‘Maybe’ she mouthed.
“¡Mierda! Tu coño se siente bien,” Fuck! Your pussy feels good, the man muttered, his voice much clearer this time.
She touched my arm and nodded, but then brought her lips to my ear. “Now what?” she whispered.
“Now, we pay him a visit,” I whispered in reply.
Using one hand, I took the pressure off the gate latch while I used my other to slowly release the catch. I opened the gate only enough to clear the latch, moving the gate slowly to try to prevent it from squeaking. Wrapping my fingers around the gate to hold it, I pulled my weapon with my free hand. I leaned toward her, and she crept in close so she could hear.
“Close the gate behind me.” She nodded. ‘On three,’ I mouthed as I stood. ‘One… two… three,” I counted silently, shoving the gate open on the final number.
I stepped through the gate, and it wasn’t until the gate clicked behind me that Alejandro looked up. He was in the pool with a hot Latino number, her large breasts flattened against the coping, his hands on her hips with his cock buried deep inside her as he took her from behind. He shoved himself back, both their eyes going wide as they stared at the gun.