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Mike stood in his small grungy office with his cell phone to his ear, waiting for Sandhouse to pick up. He glanced around, running his free hand through his hair. The place was a shithole. And he was tired of living on the edge and maintaining an office where he could only bring the most degenerate of clients. Any client he had with cash he met at a bar, a coffee shop, or a restaurant.
He’d made a lot of money over the years, but still maintained the same office he’d had for a decade. Rent was low, and he never knew when his next paycheck might not pay the bills.
One of these days he intended to clean up and get out of this business. A few more jobs for Roger and he’d be able to make that break. The guy made a shit-ton of money skimming extra trees in the logging business. He in turn transferred a hefty sum to Mike to ensure he remained clean and viable.
And Mike did his job well. Each time he worked for Roger, he took a bigger cut. This particular job had him on edge, however.
“Sandhouse.”
Mike flinched. He’d almost forgotten he was waiting for a caller to answer. “Hey. Mike Darsky.”
“Mike, how’s it going?”
“Good. Good. Listen, I have a question. Under the radar of course.”
“Of course. Aren’t all your questions under the radar?”
Their relationship went back several years. It was a mutual give and take. When Pete needed something, he called Mike and vice versa. “Got a couple of guys I’m watching. Hoping you might know something.”
“I might. But I can’t tell you if you don’t give me their names.” Pete chuckled in a deep voice.
“Logan Masters and Sawyer Hamilton.”
“Masters?” His voice lowered. He was undoubtedly in the office and trying to keep from being heard. “What the hell has he done?”
“Was hoping you could tell me.”
“No, but I’ll find out. Did you say he’s hanging with one of the Hamiltons?”
“Yep.”
“That can’t be a coincidence.”
“I didn’t think so.” This was exactly what Mike was counting on. He knew Pete had a hard-on for those two families. All Mike had to do was light a fire under the guy, and he’d have him eating out of his palm.
“I’ll do some digging. This number you called me on my best return?”
“Still is.”
“Okay. I’ll get back with you.”
Mike smiled as he ended the call. Some days his job did itself.
Chapter Fourteen
Sawyer opened the front door with the key Logan had given him that morning. He lugged Amanda’s bag inside and dropped it on the floor while his mates followed him.
His gaze roamed the front room, taking in the layout that was slowly growing familiar. The place was sparse. Not a lot of decorations, but then again, except for Sharon, it had mostly been a bachelor pad for the last several years as each of the Masters had occupied it until they mated.
The oversize black leather couch looked incredibly comfortable. If they ever came up for air and decided to watch television or something, they could easily all lounge on it. But not today. All he wanted to experience today was the feeling of being lost in Amanda’s deep blue eyes until he knew nothing else.
He turned around and grabbed her by the waist to haul her against him.
She gave a soft squeal, but didn’t protest. And her stiff body immediately went limp against him as he took her mouth with his. She tasted minty as if she’d just brushed her teeth.
When she lifted her arms up to wrap them around his neck, he eased his hands up her sides, grazing the edges of her breasts and settling them so his palms pressed into the soft globes.
Amanda moaned into his mouth, making his cock harder than it had been all day. He swallowed her noises, hoping to devour about a thousand more such sounds before the day ended.
He was aware of Logan stepping up behind her, but he didn’t break the intoxicating kiss to acknowledge him.
When Logan’s hands grabbed Amanda’s hips, they bumped into Sawyer’s, confirming that between the two of them they could caress a great deal of Amanda’s skin all at once.
She pressed her body firmly against Sawyer’s and lifted onto her tiptoes.
He wanted to see her naked so badly again, it hurt. The drive had been excruciating with her sweet body between his and Logan’s. It was less than five minutes, but it seemed like an hour.
Amanda broke the kiss. She drew in deep breaths while she set her forehead against his chest. “What happens now?”
Sawyer met Logan’s gaze over her head.
Logan nodded. “Whatever feels natural.”
“What did you mean when you told my sister a claiming was a private matter between mates?”