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Xander Dimos looked up from his vantage point between Emily’s legs to see her blindfolded and writhing with need.

“Rock, please,” she hissed.

Xander had stopped the dance of his tongue over her clit to appreciate the sight before him. Rock had Emily’s wrists clasped in one hand and leaned over her, sucking on the pink tip of one breast and kneading the other. She was breathtaking in the dim light of the room, pleading for more of them and groaning when her requests went unanswered. He dipped his head and took her clit between his teeth, raking it lightly. Her throaty groan was heated. She was close.

He moved to kneel between her legs and then hooked them in the crooks of his arms, spreading her wide. His cock nudged the glistening opening of her pussy. He waited for her pleas again before he entered her slowly. The sight of the mushroomed head of his cock and then the length of him, disappearing inside her in a smooth, warm glide, was intoxicating. Her quick intake of breath revealed that, even blindfolded, she knew it wasn’t her boyfriend, Rock, entering her. She didn’t know it was Xander acting as the third in her birthday gift. She didn’t want to know. The who wasn’t important, according to Rock. It was the act of having two men at one time that she craved.

Rock leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. It was a hot caress of breath that prompted another whisper of Rock’s name to pass through her flushed, swollen lips.

Her breathing was heavy and erratic, and the shine of moisture on her skin reflected the flickering candlelight in the room.

Xander stopped his slow in-out glide and Emily immediately arched herself up, trying to recapture the cock hovering at her entrance.

“You want more?” Rock teased her.

“Yes.” The word floated from her, a mere breath slipping through her lips. Her chin was upturned toward the sound of Rock’s voice. Her face held the purest expression of love Xander ever saw.

Rock gave him a quick nod, and Xander pulled back but only long enough for Rock to roll to his back and pull Emily on top of him. Rock spread her legs wide so the woman straddled him, and he breached her pussy in one smooth stroke, revealing his easy knowledge of Emily’s body. Both of his huge hands gripped her hips, holding her still. She undulated on top of him, trying to get more, squirming to pleasure herself by creating friction where their bodies met.

“Lie still,” Rock ordered, as he spanked her ass.

A cry escaped Emily’s lips, “Oh God, please fuck me.”

“Shut it.” Rock cracked her ass again and looked up at Xander who was positioning himself behind Emily.

Xander grabbed the lube and placed the end of the tube into her rear entrance squeezing a liberal amount inside of her.

“Fuck,” she said again. Another crack on her pink ass stopped her from saying anymore.

The whimper that accompanied the slide of Xander’s two lubed fingers inside her tiny anus made his cock twitch with anticipation. She tried to get more by leaning back into him, but she was at the mercy of Rock’s big hands, holding her still. Xander worked her anus while her desperate moans filled the room. The sound was lovely and for an instant, he experienced a surge of longing for a woman of his own, someone who sweetly whispered his name with a thread of need woven into it.

He retreated for a moment to lube himself and then guided his cock to the entrance he’d so carefully prepared. Emily cried out as he popped the head in past the tight muscle of her ass. Xander met Rock’s gaze in the flickering light of the room and he waited until Rock gave him a slight nod. When he finally got it, Xander penetrated her completely until his hips were against the beautiful, firm rounds of her ass.

“Oh God,” she cried as Xander looked down at where their bodies met. He stilled when he was completely seated inside her, taking in the graceful slope of her back. He pulled back slightly, just an inch and rocked back into her, watching his cock disappear inside her again. He ground his molars together, striving to maintain his control while inside the exquisite tightness.

He withheld the moan he so desperately wanted to release. It was vital he be totally silent, so as not to give away his identity as their third. Xander didn’t want his interactions with Emily to change. He valued her friendship too much.

A leisurely, fluent give and take of Emily’s body emerged between Xander and Rock. Being partners at work translated well into partnerships in other areas, including this one.

Drawn-out moans escaped Emily’s lips as she tried to continue her writhing, searching for perfect positioning, for ultimate fulfillment.

Xander heard Rock turn on the vibrating cock ring before he felt the subtle buzzing travel through her, adding an extra layer of stimulation. The speed of the cooperative penetration between them quickened and Emily’s cries intensified, becoming louder and more demanding.

Rock reached around and grabbed her ass in his massive hands and held her down hard against him, no doubt pressing her clit into the vibrations. Xander’s penetrations ended with his hips slamming against the backs of Rock’s hands. The pumps provided a steady rocking motion for her body to move over Rock’s cock and graze over the vibrating nub.

She wailed unintelligibly, obviously deep inside her own headspace where there was pleasure and probably not much else. He gazed down at her feeling savage and followed his impulse to grab her damp curls, gathering them together and using the ponytail to tug her back into him as he thrust deep and hard into her ass.

Emily stiffened and froze for several pumps before an uninhibited wail of sheer pleasure sprang from her lips. Her inner muscles tightened, squeezed down on Xander’s dick with tremendous strength. Her orgasm triggered his. He fought to keep his eyes open while he came. His gaze never swayed from the sensuous scene spread out before him. Emily’s profile was stunning in the midst of her climax, and Rock looked at his beautiful girlfriend with an expression of reverence. Anyone with eyes could see he loved her. He loved her enough to give her anything for her birthday, and this was always what she asked for.

When Xander recovered from his climax, he freed his softening cock from Emily’s ass, left the bed and silently got dressed.

He watched as Rock caressed Emily’s smooth skin, inducing whimpering moans from her moist, swollen lips. The dim lighting caused her nude body to become a study in contrast, light and shadow, curves and planes.

Rock wasn’t done with his girlfriend, but Xander’s role in the night’s sexual performance was in the first act only. Emily wanted to be overwhelmed by pleasure, to swim in it, to drown in it. Rock indulged her as much as he could and Xander was glad to help, but the rest of the night was for the two of them alone.

Xander turned and left with only the snick of the door closing behind him to announce his departure. He smiled as he wove through the people in the hallway. From Emily’s multicolored curls and nipple piercings, to Rock’s tattoos and bad-ass attitude, they were as delinquent as a cop and his girlfriend could get without being arrested themselves. Xander chuckled and shook his head. It had been a good night.

He liked the threesomes with Rock and Emily. It was the most satisfaction he’d gotten out of sex in a long time. Too bad it was only once a year. The wild, anonymous sex Xander sought out in Circle City during the last five years got him off, but as time passed, he gained less and less satisfaction from it. Lately, sex was like surgery–sterile, and done only when necessary. He sometimes yearned for love and intimacy like Rock and Emily enjoyed with each other.

He cut himself short. That was a dangerous train of thought.

Xander stepped off the elevator on the ground floor of Rock’s building.

Normally, before his roommate Diana had gotten married and moved out of Circle City with her husband, he would have gone back to his apartment. She would have teased him about being such a slut and then he would fall asleep spooning her like every other night since the day she moved in.

Some men would have been happy to have a respite from the responsibility of their female, but he wasn’t one of them. Without Diana to take care of, the apartment felt empty. It wasn’t home anymore.

Lost in thought, he exited into the humid summer night and walked the path that meandered from building to building.

He was well aware he hadn’t adjusted well to Diana’s absence. It was ironic that he’d never realized how much he needed her until she wasn’t there anymore. The responsibility of caring for her and protecting her created stability in a life that was self-destructive and wild when they’d first met. He realized now that her presence established a home for them both. No matter where they’d been or what they’d done since they crawled out of bed together that morning, there was someone to go home to–assigned family, but still family.

It wasn’t sexual with Diana. Never sexual. But it was intimate. Her unconditional acceptance of his authority, and her warm body got him through many nights of rebellion and insecure feelings about his place in the world.

The soft ping of the elevator roused him from his rumination. The door opened and he found himself looking down the hall of his floor in building seventeen. Small crowds gathered here and there outside open doorways.

He walked through the first gathering and into the apartment beyond.

“Can I crash here?” he asked Caroline when he found her cross-legged on the bed, watching TV with a group of others.

“Xander, you know you don’t have to ask,” she said, moving over and making room for him.

“I’m working tomorrow. I have to set the alarm,” he warned.

“No prob.”

He climbed in the bed, finding enough room among the large tangle of people to get comfortable and fall asleep.

* * * *

“You wanted to see me, Cap?” Xander stepped into his supervisor’s office.

“A fallow has been transported over from the Sapphire Designation Center. Jordan’s covering her right now,” Captain Rush said, without looking away from his compad. He touched his screen a couple more times then looked at Xander. “Looks like you’re on. We need to have a strategy session. I notified the rest of the task force team. Take an hour for dinner. We’ll meet at eight in the briefing room.”

Xander stepped through the side door of police headquarters and lifted his face toward the thunderclouds and sprinkling rain. He breathed deeply. Anticipation and contentment swirled in his chest. He was ready to get back to normal, having a female assigned to him, someone to care for again. The practice of single Amber males caring for their assigned female suited him, fulfilled an inexplicable need in his personality. It made him a better man.

An hour later, Xander, Rock and Brady, the electronics specialist, as well as Wes, the homicide detective from the last fallow cases, were all gathered around the large briefing room table in Amber Zone Police Headquarters. The atmosphere was relaxed. Everyone knew one another. The officers assigned to the Circle City area were like family to each other. All of them, except the captain, were single and lived in Circle City as well.

Captain Rush’s sharp eyes lasered in on the team members as he walked in the door. Rush reminded Xander of a predatory bird. His bald head and pointy beak nose added to the effect.

“Let me give you the overview of what we have so far,” he said, getting right down to business. “The last three fallows assigned to Circle City from other zones have wound up dead within weeks of their placement here. The first, Stacey Adams…” He tapped his stylus on his handheld to bring up a projection on the board. “Was originally taken at face value as, what we thought at the time, was an obvious suicide by some kind of poisoning.

“A month and a half later, another fallow came in from the Sapphire Zone, Tanisha Washington.” He projected another photo. “Three weeks after her placement in building nineteen, she was found dead in her apartment by her roommate. Her wrists were slashed. At first glance, this looked like a suicide as well. But after investigation, the evidence didn’t support suicide. It looked more like a murder set up to pass as a suicide.

“The last victim, also a fallow from Sapphire…” Another picture projected. “…August Zayzinski was found drowned in the Circle City public swimming pool. Again, questionable injuries not consistent with drowning.

“The deaths were reported on the news feeds as suicides, and accident in the last case. We don’t want this guy tipped off that we’re on to him. We know his MO, which leads us to his obvious next victim. The captain switched the picture on the whiteboard. “Jaci Harmon. We’ve been keeping the female spot in Xander’s apartment open waiting for the next fallow. She was transferred there this afternoon.”

Xander studied the picture of his new roommate. She was pretty. A small feeling of trepidation washed over him. God he hoped she wasn’t bratty like some of the other women transferred in from one of the more privileged zones.

“Jordan is covering the apartment now. As of her last check in, Miss Harmon hasn’t left the apartment or let anybody in. According to Jordan, she hasn’t so much as even turned on a light.

“Xander, along with Rock and Jordan will be responsible for surveillance. You guys have to put together a schedule. See that she’s always covered. Brady will monitor bugs of the apartment as well as incoming and outgoing com activity. I’ll contact the supervisor at her work assignment and place Jordan to work with her there.”

They all spent the next twelve hours breaking down the previous cases with Wes, hammering out surveillance schedules and setting up the monitoring system that would track the chip in Jaci’s com, giving her exact location as well as bugging her conversations and messages. It was late morning when the group finally left the station. Xander was exhausted by the time he headed out to meet up with Jordan, who’d been doing surveillance all night.

He sat with her, sweating his ass off, in the police cruiser parked outside of building seventeen. He just finished updating Jordan on the strategy meeting she’d missed and was delighted to be the one to tell her about her new job assignment as painter, when she pointed to the building.

“There she is. They’re delivering her back home.”

Xander watched Jaci as the sterilization transport staff pushed her wheelchair into the side entrance of the building. She sat unmoving, her arms wrapped around herself, and her gaze fixed down at her lap.

“Shit.” His heart broke while he watched her being wheeled inside. She looked spent, like she had nothing left. “I should have been there last night and this morning. She needed me.”

Jordan answered him with a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder.

A few minutes later, they watched the transport pull away. He sighed. “I’m beat. I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Me too. I still have to talk with Caroline and let her know that I want to volunteer for the Sit-In Team. They’ll probably show up within the next few hours.”

“Sounds good. Come on. I’ll walk you up to your new apartment. Oh, by the way, Brady’s your roommate, in case you haven’t figured that out already.” He chuckled as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. “He’s finishing up his surveillance setup.”

“What was the chuckle for?” Jordan shot him a glare.

“No chuckle.” He smiled down at her. “Brady’s been waiting his whole career to have a case like this. I’m wondering if he’ll even notice you’re there with all his electronics, slash stakeout, slash contingency supplies there.”

She smiled up at him. “Go ahead and yuck it up. You won’t be when he saves your ass.”

“Let’s hope that never happens. I’d never live it down.”

On the ninth floor, Xander checked in with Brady and picked up the bug he needed to plant in his own apartment, promising to plant it as soon as he walked in the door.

He was dead on his feet as he rode the musty-smelling elevator to the fourth floor.

It was silent when he walked into the apartment. He expected Jaci to be in bed, sleeping, and was surprised to find the bed empty. The window shade was pulled down, darkening the room. A slit of artificial light escaped from underneath the bathroom door. He planted the bug underneath the lamp on her bedside table and settled himself at the dinette set, waiting for her to exit. After a while, he listened for movement inside the bathroom. He heard none. Another couple of minutes passed. Still nothing.

Walking over to the bathroom door, he tapped lightly. “Jaci? Are you okay in there?” He waited, ear close to the door. No answer. He tried the knob. It was locked. He pounded with the side of his fist this time “Jaci. Open the door,” he shouted, trying to force back the feeling of dread that crept up his spine.

Xander covered the three strides it took to get to the kitchen in seconds, and was back at the bathroom door, butter knife in hand, to unlock it.

He swung the door open and found her sitting on the floor between the tub and toilet. She was in a paper clinic gown, with her bare legs tucked up in front of her and her head drooping forward.

“Jaci?” He stepped in and lifted her chin so he could get a good look at her. She was an alarming shade of gray. An empty prescription bottle sat on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Goddammit,” he yelled, as he fell to his knees, pulling her toward him, and then whirling her around until he held her upright, with her back to his chest, and his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Brady,” he barked, loudly. “She’s OD’ing on painkillers.” He lifted the lid of the toilet, sending the pill bottle flying, and leaned her forward over the bowl. Her head bobbled on her neck as he stuck his fingers down her throat. The reflex was immediate as the contents of her stomach expelled into the bowl. A smattering of partially dissolved tablets plopped into the water, decorating the bottom of the bowl with light blue dots. He made her vomit again and again until nothing came up anymore. Then, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

Xander laid her down and felt her neck at the carotid. Slow, lazy thumps surged underneath the pad of his finger. Her chest rose and fell in long labored breaths.

He looked at her ashen face and the dusky circles under her eyes. His heart bloomed with the need to ease her anguish and protect her from the rest of the world. It was clear that the last twenty-four hours had destroyed her.

Xander’s hand was on its way up to touch his ear bud to call Brady, when he walked through the apartment door, closing and locking it behind him. He dug through the bag he carried, finally pulling out a syringe. “Narcan,” he said, holding it up before popping the cover off the needle and injecting her. “That’s all I got in my bag of tricks.” He met Xander’s eyes. “I’m out of here, but I’ll be listening in case you need anything,” he said, turning around and walking back through the apartment door.

He stood in the darkened room with his blood boiling. His chest heaved as he raked a hand through his hair and paced back and forth next to the bed.

Then focusing on Jaci’s form, Xander brushed a lock of hair from her face. Her skin began to lose some of the deathly gray pallor it exhibited only a minute before. Already, she looked better. She was going to survive this.

His panic dulled enough for other emotions to seep in. “Holy fucking hell. Dammit.” He stormed, knocking a chair over and kicking it across the room. Then, he sat heavily in the one remaining by the table, leaning over, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Air rushed savagely in and out of his lungs. He attempted to calm the fury he felt, taking long minutes to recover from the massive adrenaline surge.

Finally somewhat calmed, he took a deep breath and looked up at Jaci’s unconscious body. This was his fault. He hadn’t been here. She didn’t know that she already had family here, had someone who cared about her, who would take care of her.

Well, there was absolutely no chance she’d get the opportunity to do something like this again. She was going to see just how seriously he took his responsibility.

Xander stripped down to his underwear and slid into the bed. He grasped Jaci’s wrist firmly. She wouldn’t be going anywhere without him knowing about it.

Soon, the hens on the Sit-In Team would take over. And the leader of the hen parade, Caroline, would be trying to shoo him out. He grunted. Good luck with that.