Melinda’s Wolves(23)

And she teased the hell out of his cock, lifting and lowering at a pace he couldn’t predict.

He was aware of Trace behind her on his knees, his hands coming around to toy with her tits before lowering to her clit.

She moaned and stopped talking when he hit his mark, setting her forehead against Keegan’s. “Trace. Stop. I can’t… Not again…”

“You can, baby. You will.”

She thrust faster, probably keeping up with the quick action of Trace’s fingers on her clit.

Keegan helped her, lifting and lowering her waist with every stroke, knowing she had to be exhausted, sated, and replete.

“I’m so close, Trace,” he told his partner in crime, warning him to make her come soon before it was too late.

Trace met Keegan’s gaze and smiled, a knowing look sparkling in his eyes. He didn’t need to say a word for Keegan to read that devious look.

The next thing he knew, Trace removed one hand from in front and tucked it between him and Melinda.

Melinda thrust down and squirmed. “Trace…”

No doubt in Keegan’s mind that Trace was toying with her tighter rear hole. In her state of bliss, she would allow it, enjoy it.

“Relax, baby. Just one finger. I have enough lubrication from your pussy. Let me in.”

Melinda didn’t move for long seconds while Keegan watched Trace’s motions.

And then she groaned and righted herself to resume fucking Keegan as if her life depended on it. Harder and faster she thrust, while Trace stroked her clit in front and her tight bud in the rear.

In seconds she was there, screaming out her release, her pussy gripping Keegan’s cock so hard, he came right behind her. He tugged her down over him, embedding himself in her warmth and letting the waves of his come pulse into her tightness.

Total bliss. Amazing.

And this wildcat was his. To cherish for a lifetime. To guide and teach. To hold and snuggle with. To love and honor.

She had him by the balls.

•●•

Wayne Lassiter stared down at the sniveling piece of shit at his feet and kicked him again. “Shut the fuck up, Friedmont. It’s too late for your explanations now. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Huh?” He laughed, a deep sardonic sound he barely recognized as his own.

The shit-for-brains on the ground pulled himself to his knees, wiping the filth and mud from the edge of the lake off his face with his shoulder. It was the best he could do with his arms tied behind his back. “Sir, I—”

Wayne cut him off with a firm kick to his jaw. “Shut the fuck up, I said. I know you’ve been ratting me out to the new building inspector. Do you think I’m stupid?”

The guy went flying backward, knocked off his knees until he fell onto his back. His head landed in the lake, the water gently lapping over his face, choking him. The sniveling son-of-a-bitch coughed and sputtered as he turned to his side and dragged his face out of the water.

Wayne kicked him again in the stomach, causing the guy to draw his knees up and groan loudly.

There was no one to hear them. It was the middle of the night, over a mile from Sojourn.

Wayne grinned. “Did you think you’d get away with it?”

The man rocked on his knees, buried under the cold lake water. He didn’t respond.

“What? Now you have nothing to say?” Wayne cackled. “Rich. First you can’t keep your mouth shut—then you can’t find a single syllable.” He stepped closer, kicked the fucker hard in the side again until he fell over into the water, shivering.

Friedmont covered his head with his arms. “Please.” He whimpered. “Don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Really? You’ve been blackmailing me for over a year, and now you’ve seen the light?” He kicked him again, pushing him deeper into the muck. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll give you the money back. I swear. I haven’t even spent most of it.” He moaned, spitting mud and slime from his lips.

Wayne felt incredibly powerful. This wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Perhaps he should go into business on the side, ridding the world of vermin like this. “You should have thought about that before you extorted money from me for so long. I don’t want your fucking money. Do you think I care about a few hundred grand in the scheme of things?” He laughed again, harder this time, his voice carrying over the water.

The shithole at his feet shuddered and scrambled to back away, deeper into the cold water. His eyes were wide.

Wayne didn’t hesitate. He was done with Friedmont. He lifted the gun he’d held the entire time and shot him right between the eyes, the silencer muffling the sound.

At the last second, the man’s eyes went wide, and then his gaze was extinguished forever, unseeing as he fell backward into the water, deep enough to cover half his body, including his head.