“Troy, you done interviewing Nat’s tonsils?” Riel joked.
Nat jerked away from Troy. Sam’s curiosity over the two was beyond piqued. Why hadn’t Nat mentioned Troy in any of their video calls? Hell, the way it looked, if they were given any more time she definitely would have walked in on some private playtime.
Troy stared at Nat as if she was a pork chop and he was meat deprived. “I think we can continue this later on. Don’t you, sweetheart?” He grinned.
Nat sat down on one of the stools in a huff. “Have you lost your mind? I already told you I don’t want anything to do with a playboy like you.”
Troy gave her a shit-eating grin. “Sweetheart, you don’t just want me.” He licked his lips. “You want me so bad you were ready to tear at my clothes a few moments ago.”
Natalia rolled her eyes. “Oh please! That was just a moment of temporary insanity.”
They argue back and forth. It shocked her. Sam grinned when she realized why her friend was so prickly with Troy. Nat wanted the sexy blond but refused to give in to her hormones. Boy, she was in for some long, battery-operated nights.
“Since I can’t show Sam what a great catch I am with you two arguing, how about you behave for a few minutes and we get back to the problem at hand here?”
Sam peeked up at Riel. He was grinning at the couple, while the bar of his really hard cock pressed against her ass. She wiggled until the thick length was nestled between her cheeks. Maybe she could find a way to ask Troy and Nat to leave so she could get better acquainted with him.
Riel’s head dropped, his voice low by her ear, “If you keep doing that, I will drag you upstairs, tear off your clothes, and lick you until you come. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be limping for days.”
Good god! The visual he’d given her sent her temperature soaring. She’d never known he was such a dirty talker, and dammit she liked it. She wanted to be upset with him for interrupting the live soap opera in her kitchen, but her thoughts were all in the gutter, way in the gutter, so deep down there you’d need a flashlight to find them. It was better to watch Nat argue with Troy than to delve into what just happened in her living room. She would take anything over dissecting how she’d let Riel fondle her just steps from them and how badly she wanted him to continue what he’d started.
She strode toward the kitchen table and sat next to the cold food. Hunger pangs made her stomach grumble. She ignored the noise her gut made and focused on the conversation. Her gaze strayed back to Riel. He’d moved into the kitchen and was actively washing his hands, hands that had been all over her body just moments before. She gulped. He turned, winked at her, and grabbed a bag of sliced bread off the kitchen counter.
“Troy, you look into any of the teenagers around the area. See if any of them might know if this was some kind of prank.” Riel placed the bread in the toaster.
Troy gathered the dirty dishes and started loading them into a dishwasher.
Toast popped out with a ding. Riel grabbed the dark slices and buttered them. She glanced at Nat, who was grinning over both men’s domesticity. Sam was much more interested in figuring out what the heck Riel was up to, acting like her kitchen was his personal domain. Not that she minded. Hell, any man that knew how to cook and was as sexy as Riel was more than welcome in her home. And if she got him out of his pants, all would be well in the world.
Riel pushed the plate of buttered toast off to the side. He opened up a carton of eggs on the counter and started breaking them into a bowl. He mixed them with a fork, his naked arm muscles shifting with each movement, drawing Sam’s attention to his sexy back. The wolf tattoo was even more amazing up close. He turned to face her, moving the bowl by the skillet. “I’ll look into the relative connection.”
“What relatives?” Troy asked and pulled some juice out of the fridge.
“The ones that may or may not have something to do with the dead animal that was left outside.” He cooked the eggs and glanced up, his piercing gaze meeting Sam’s eyes. “Ginny’s will left everything to Sam, and they’re angry. I’ll have a look into what might be going on there.”
Sam wondered if Riel and Troy forgot they were in her house. Interest had replaced shock that they were cooking. She waited to see what each would do next. Riel placed bacon in a frying pan, and Sam’s stomach growled louder. Troy made fresh coffee, and Nat cleared the table. Meanwhile she just sat there, like a moviegoer watching the latest suspense flick, unable to move.
Nat shrugged and grinned at Sam’s most likely dumbfounded expression before placing clean cutlery on the table. She added her two bits into the conversation. “Those people were always so miserable. All they have ever wanted is Ginny’s money.”