***
And give it to her, Chris did. Hard! That’s how Tracy always wanted it and Chris didn’t disappoint. He held off till Tracy had two explosive orgasms before releasing into the condom. Chris pulled out and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
“Wow!” Tracy breathed. “What got into you?”
“More like, I got into you,” Chris said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. “Thought that was how you wanted it.”
“I do but there was…” Tracy trailed off, looking for the right word.
“What?” Chris turned his head to look at the beauty in his bed.
“It was like you were already worked up…like you were already charged. There was some…I don’t know how to describe it.” Tracy gave up.
“Didn’t you like it?” Chris asked with a raised brow.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve never come so hard and fast like I just did.” Tracy got on her knees and hugged Chris from behind. “That was amazing. What got you so primed?”
Chris froze at the face that flashed through his mind at Tracy’s question. Fuck! Why the fuck was he seeing Shane’s face. He couldn’t possibly have been that charged because of Shane could he, Chris asked himself with a frown. But Chris knew he’d already been half-hard even before hearing Tracy’s voice or seeing her body on display in his bed. And although Tracy always wanted it hard and fast, it was unlike Chris to just plunge home without foreplay. It had felt like he just wanted to get his rocks off and nothing more. Chris’ hands shook as he stood up and headed for the en suite bathroom.
“Are you okay, hon?” Tracy asked, confused at Chris' demeanor. But she didn’t get any answer.
***
On his next stalking visit, Chris and Shane watched soccer instead of the news. And Shane’s cook served them some pork chops and golden fried prawns. It was delicious. It went down very well with a bottle of Courvoisier. Surprisingly, both men supported the same team…Liverpool, so their emotions were matched. They would scream at a player or the referee at the same time, whoop for joy at the same time, and finally, celebrated together when the referee’s whistle went for the end of the game just as the other team was about to score a goal. Liverpool won with two goals to nil and the two men celebrated as though they were the best of friends. They had a good time. Chris left Shane’s house later than usual. And for the second time since that unfortunate incident years ago, Shane slept soundly.
“We have to postpone our meeting for one more week,” Shane informed Chris on one of his visits. “I just sent Damon a mail. I’m sure he’ll inform you and the others soon.”
“Why?” Chris asked.
“The guys creating the prototype encountered a problem,” Shane explained. “Hopefully everything will be okay in a week.”
“Alright,” Chris replied just as his phone started ringing. “That’s Damon.” He said hitting the answer button. “Damon?”
"The meeting with Shane has been postponed," Damon said.
"Okay," Chris responded.
“He’s already told you, hasn’t he?”
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