A Real Man (A "Teamwork" Story)

...Allie pressed against his back and hugged her arms tight around his torso. “God, I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

He laced his fingers over hers. “Then why did you say ‘yes’?”

“What other choice is there? I don’t like it, but the job has to be finished. Simon has as much time devoted to his investigation as you do. More, in fact. Don’t you want to get Sumner for everything he’s done?”

So now she’s calling him Simon?

“The hell of it is…if this had been ten days ago, it wouldn’t have mattered. Ten days ago I didn’t know you, I didn’t feel—”

Matt turned on a groan. He felt like he’d been in a high-speed blender that had suddenly stopped. Love, need, rose to the surface, leaving him close to tears—something he’d thought he’d hardened his heart to long ago. Shutting his eyes to keep the tears at bay, he cupped Allie’s face and slanted his mouth over hers. She arched into him, clutching his back as if he were her lifeline. God knew she was his.

A whimper squeezed from her as she twined her tongue with his. He sank one hand deep in her hair and swooped the other to her lower back, deepening the kiss, making it harder, more demanding. And it wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough, not in a million years.

Matt lifted her to her toes, wincing at the pull to the stitches in his shoulder. Sensing it, Allie tried to break their kiss. He grunted and tugged her tighter, maneuvering them toward the sofa, while he bunched up her dress in his fist. Sure fingers popped open his fly button, then raked down the zipper. He sucked in a breath, mouth freezing on hers when she plunged her hands into his shorts and yanked down them and his trousers to free his cock. He grabbed the back of her satiny panties and pulled them down her thighs as they fell to the sofa. Allie tugged one leg free and tossed both around his hips. A hard plunge seated him deep.

He yanked up his head, clenching his teeth against the premature rush. “Baby, be still,” he managed to say.

Allie flicked her tongue over the stubble of whiskers on his chin. “How can I when I want you so much, when I lo—”

He cut off the declaration with another penetrating kiss and pounded his cock into her hard and fast. The sound of the door sliding open shattered the moment and brought his imminent orgasm to a screeching halt. His throbbing cock stayed embedded in Allie’s furnace.

Matt shot a glare over his shoulder. Petrocelli blocked anyone’s view from the outer cabin and shut the door behind him.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he said in a soft voice. “I’d fuck my own grandmother to catch Sumner, but my intent with you two is merely to watch.” He glanced at Allie. “You like to be watched, don’t you?”

Her cunt muscles clenched around his cock. His balls tightened. A shudder rippled through him. Allie did like the thrill of knowing she was being watched, liked the excitement of knowing she was caught.

“I mean it,” Petrocelli said. “There might come a point where I’d have to become more involved, but I’d really prefer not to interfere with your newfound relationship. Been there, had that done to me. I won’t do it to another couple unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He added a smile. “Or unless I’m invited. I want to spend this flight getting comfortable with one another. We’ll stand a greater chance of convincing Sumner I’m the voyeur and you’re my entertainment that way.”

“And what do you intend to do about that?” Allie jerked her chin toward the thick ridge of cock straining in his trousers.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t get off on it.” He shoved his hand in his trouser pocket, fished out a condom, then zipped down. A full and substantial erection fell free.

Allie’s breath hitched. Matt couldn’t blame her.

“I’m sure you’ll agree it’s only fair. I’ll take care of me.” He rolled the condom in place. “And…try to call me Simon, not Petrocelli. It’ll help our cover immensely.” He looped his fist around his penis. “Now…continue…please.”

The last of Matt’s jealousy dissolved. It was a job, like all the others they’d all done. That took precedence over everything else, even he and Allie falling in love. Allie had made her emotions clear. Matt wouldn’t forget that again. Petro…Simon made his priorities clear, too. Matt wouldn’t forget that either. How could he when it was something he would’ve done himself?

Simon was right. This was the only “in” for all of them. They had to get comfortable. Nothing they did should raise a red flag with Sumner. The slightest hint of a lie would have them staring down the barrel of a.38.