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his cock real soon.

    Mustang nodded, a matching smile on his own lips. “That would be mighty appreciated. You know what else would be appreciated?”
    “What’s that?”
    “If you would give my friend Chase here a little birthday kiss.” Now, of all times, Chase decided to open his mouth. “It’s not my birthday.” Mustang shot him a look behind Marla’s back that would hopefully silence him. “Nope, you’re right, kid. It’s not until tomorrow, but I figure it will be midnight soon enough.” Marla turned on the bed to face Chase. “I always believe it’s never too early to start celebrating. Don’t you?”
    Chase swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Please, call me Marla.”
    Mustang would have to break him of that “ma’am” habit if Chase was going to stick to pursuing his usual type. Older woman, especially those who weren’t from the south, didn’t take kindly to being called ma’am by a young man they were about to have sex with.
    Pale, Chase nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Mustang cringed as Chase said it again, but Marla only laughed.
    Her hand landed on Chase’s knee, she leaned in and Mustang sincerely started to fear the kid would faint.
    The kiss started innocent enough, just a touching of lips, until Marla reached up one jewel-encrusted hand, and tangled her fingers in Chase’s hair. Then, thankfully, Chase’s hormones must have kicked in because he started really getting into the kiss. He stopped acting like a choirboy and started behaving like the horny, twenty-one year old Mustang knew him to be.
    With Chase safely occupied, Mustang moved up closer behind Marla. He went to reach around her with both arms until the sling reminded him he would have to one-hand it tonight. No problem. One was all he’d need.
    He encountered first the warm feel of skin where her shirt didn’t quite meet the top of her low-rise jeans. Getting those tight jeans off one-handed would be a challenge, but Mustang did have both Marla and Chase there to help with that task.
    For now, he let his hand stray up to find her barely-there breasts. Mustang wasn’t a breast snob because he knew from experience the small ones were really sensitive. She moaned as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and he knew his theory held true.
    He abandoned her chest and moved down to stroke between her thighs through the jeans, eliciting another sound of pleasure from her.
    That moan had Chase breathing heavier and kissing her with more enthusiasm while Mustang moved his mouth to her ear. “I want to touch you.” Her only answer was the sound of her zipper being lowered. Mustang snaked his hand down inside her panties and smiled when he found her already wet. She shuddered when he connected with her clit.
    Mustang looked over her shoulder to find Chase had stopped kissing her and was now watching with amazement as Marla leaned back against Mustang, panting.
    “Take your pants off,” Mustang mouthed silently to him. Chase’s eyes opened even wider at that instruction. When he didn’t move to comply, Mustang shot him a look to let him know it was an order, not a suggestion.
    Mustang nearly laughed at the expression of mixed fear and anticipation on Chase’s face as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans. The kid tried to pull them off over his boots and fell over, catching himself on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, thankfully, Marla’s eyes were closed and she was so close to coming, she missed the comedy of errors right in front of her.
    When Chase finally got both his boots and his pants off without breaking anything, Mustang took the opportunity to move things along. “Drawer. Condoms,” he mouthed to Chase just as Marla let him know loudly that her orgasm had finally hit.
    That all caused another pretty funny reaction from Chase. Jeez. This kid was a rookie in more ways than one.
    As Chase stood open-mouthed and wide-eyed in his tented white briefs while holding a strip of foil wrapped rubbers in one hand, Mustang