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tell if they were unbuttoned or not, since Danie was currently curled around the photographer, sucking the man’s cock!
    God. Danie was slowly working Andrea’s prick in long, slow, strokes of his tongue and hand. He knew what that felt like, and his own cock hardened in protest at being left out. He reached down, adjusting himself automatically. Seeing Danie with another man was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Andrea moaned again, reaching his long fingers into Danie’s hair, keeping him close. Geo almost lost it when Danie slid over the Italian’s length until he’d buried his face into the man’s dark curls. There was no holding Andrea back now, he was groaning and writhing across the blankets, muttering in Italian.
    Geo watched Danie speed up, bobbing over the glistening member. His mouth was dry and his head hurt. They were beautiful together, moving against each other with such passion. Geo could see the connection of body and soul. He’d thought Danie’s passion had belonged to him alone, even during the periods of time when they were apart; he had never believed Danie had managed to replace him. He would have seen it in Danie’s eyes when he stepped off the plane after a long school year away.
    But this was different. The grip of Andrea’s hands in Danie’s own, the stroking fingers on Danie’s face, the kisses Danie laid on the tender skin of Andrea’s groin. They all spoke of a connection that was burning hot and bright with the speed of a South African grass fire.
    “Ah, Danie! I need… I need… more! Please Danie.” Danie grunted and rolled off the other man, reaching around for his pack. Geo knew.
    “Need help finding something?” Geo couldn’t stop himself. The bitter words tumbling over his lips were gone before he realized they were there.
    Danie reared back like he’d been stabbed, and Geo considered it for a moment.
    “Geo…” Danie’s plea was shocked and a little desperate.
    “Don’t bother.” Geo gripped the rifle in his hand, closing his eyes against the scene before him. Andrea was still stretched out in front of him, his cock still hard and glistening from Danie’s mouth. Geo was sure there’d be a look of smug triumph in that bastard’s face, so he avoided looking there.
    “I’ll take first watch. You two… Carry on.” Geo yanked the flap back trying to maintain a dignified exit. “Fuck!” he screamed in the next second, finding himself yanked backwards onto the floor.
    Andrea had him wrapped up, arms and legs entwined with his, keeping him from escaping. He’d rolled them over in his struggles to get free, and now he was completely pinned under the Italian.
    “Don’t struggle, caro,” the man whispered in his ear, sending him into another frenzy of motion, trying to buck all that nakedness off his back.
    “Geo, love. Stop.” It was Danie kneeling next to his head that got him to stop. Danie was the one he wanted to fucking kill.
    “Fuck off, Danie,” he muttered into the bedding now soaked with his spit.
    “Let him up, Andrea,” Danie murmured, and instantly Geo was released, which pissed him off further.
    “You. Fucking. Ass. Hole. Danie Swart!” Free of the Italian, he rose to his knees, launching himself at Danie who was balancing on only his toes, squatting next to him. It was no contest, and Geo had a hand wrapped around Danie’s throat, tumbling him backwards. Using it to steady himself, he punched the man dead-on.
    Andrea scrambled, throwing an arm across Geo’s chest to drag him away from a howling Danie, blood gushing from his nose. “Let me go, you fuckin’ snake!” Geo snarled, writhing in the photographer’s arms once more.
    “Hush, caro. It’s okay… you don’t understand. We were waiting for you to join us… we just got… carried away…” Andrea winced, as if realizing he wasn’t helping.
    “Ass. Holes. Both of you! Let me go, Andrea,” Geo cried out, furious. The entire situation was out of control, and now he