Caught by the Convicts

by Jessa Kane

It’s only when a sound—a desperate, sickening sound—begins to echo off the walls that goosebumps lift on my arms and the toe of my shoe hits a crack, causing me to trip a little. I look to my left, which turns out to be a huge mistake. A prisoner is there, jumpsuit peeled down, his hand working in furious strokes on his exposed manhood. I’ve never seen one in real life before, so I flinch, shocked. Teeth gritted, sweat pouring down his face, he stares at my backside while he performs the intimate action and I pick up my pace immediately, causing the prisoners to laugh at my expense. “I think he likes you,” chuckles the guard.

“Please don’t kill me,” I whisper, an annoying tremble in my voice. “My name is Wendy. I’m a scent branding specialist. Like, hotels hire me to scent their rooms and lobbies? Sometimes casinos, too. I don’t…I don’t have any family, but I want one someday. Very badly. I have a hamster named George and he’s my family for now. I love old reruns of Gilligan’s Island and I’m very indecisive about the color of my living room accent wall. I’ve tried nine shades of green now and none of them are right—” “Fuck me,” mutters Day, a hint of England in his tone. “She’s downright adorable.

“My choice is both of you.” Leaning in, I kiss his mouth until he’s straining in his jeans, hoarse sounds coming from deep in his throat. “You’ll have me. And he’ll have you.”

Then Klay does something that I couldn’t have expected, but increases my love and affection for him tenfold. He leans over and captures Ruger’s mouth. Ruger’s eyes fly open in shock, then drift shut, his lips opening against Klay’s. The men break away with a growl, then dive back together,