“Then you can handle a ménage. Just go very slow and watch us for cues if you need to. You had a stellar reputation with the bunnies, too, by the way. That’s the reason I know it’ll be fine. You were raised right and know how to take good care of a woman.”
“But I’m not doing any of that crazy, kinky stuff you like to do.”
“What if she likes it, though?” That thought was pure fantasy for him. It had been a while since he’d delivered an erotic spanking. He missed that part of his former life.
“I don’t know.”
“Do what feels right to you. If the opportunity presents itself, ask her what she likes.” Damn, all this sex talk and thinking about Maya was getting him hard.
“Fine, but I’m not getting my hopes up yet,” Richard said, picking up a box of chocolates and placing it in the basket as they made their way to the cashier. “Those are for her, not you, butthead.”
“But you’re not getting your hopes up,” Boone said sarcastically.
Chapter Four
Kendall listened with satisfaction to the sound of Frank Reeves’s tires as he peeled out in front of Maya’s house.
“That was not fun,” Maya muttered as she entered the kitchen and took a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the tap.
Kendall rose from his seat and went to her as she drank her water. He stroked her hips and asked, “You feel up to making the trip tonight?”
Maya gazed up at him, and her blue eyes took on a naughty gleam. “Yes. I’d rather spend what’s left of the night in your bed instead of mine.”
Kendall barely caught his jaw before it popped open. He’d known her long enough that he was used to her saying whatever sexy thing came to mind, but he’d never been on the receiving end quite like this before. She stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat as she looked him up and down, pausing at his groin and the bulge growing there. He’d missed that sexy, crooked grin and liked being on the receiving end of it very much.
“Now how am I supposed to drive three hours with you sitting next to me saying tempting things like that?” Normally, he was pretty good with a comeback. At the moment he was surprised he could put intelligent words together.
She met his gaze again and said, “Let me pack and we can get on the road. I’ll do my best to be a good girl.”
“Okay.”
As she left the room, he slipped his phone out and quickly typed.
“Forget about fixing the second bedroom for Maya. Put the girlie stuff in my bathroom. We’ll be on our way in less than an hour.”
Boone’s reply came back quickly. “Hell yeah! Good going, hotshot!”
Fifteen minutes later, Maya was ready to leave.
* * * *
Frank Reeves pounded his steering wheel furiously as he drove away from Maya’s house. Everything had been going well until that hick son of a bitch Kendall Warner had shown up. Frank was making amazing progress with Maya and had been ready to move forward with his plan that night. She’d been ignoring his calls and not answering his text messages trying to play hard to get. But he could see right through her act.
Maya wanted to feel like she hadn’t given in to his charm and appeal too early because she was a widow. She’d needed to feign purity a little longer, but Frank had seen the interest burning in her eyes the other night before she’d stopped his advances. Frank was ready to make her his, and Warner had fucked up his plan.
Tonight she’d claimed he was moving too fast and she thought they should stop seeing each other. Fucking prick tease. Warner had obviously influenced her. It had taken all his self-control not to go out to the glove box, get his pistol, and shoot the damned redneck. The only reason he’d left peaceably was because she’d told him Warner was leaving as well. He’d return in the morning, and they’d cut through all the hard-to-get bullshit.
“Son of a bitch!” he shouted in rage, beating the heel of his hand mercilessly on the steering wheel of his Jaguar.
He looked over at the minivan pulled up to the stoplight next to him. The couple in the front seat observed him warily. The light turned green, and he flipped them the bird as he hit the accelerator, squealing the tires on the damp asphalt before finding traction. He shot across the intersection and headed toward home.
Frank needed to press his advantage while he still had one. She was right where he wanted her, and he needed to keep it that way, at least for a while. He had to get a ring on her finger and the massive zeroes in her bank account transferred into his. He had debts and very menacing debt collectors to pay. He also needed the key to that fucking safe-deposit box Morgan had kept. The contents of that box would make his life one big breeze.