Melinda’s Wolves(26)

A second finger joined the first in her ass as she concentrated on the orgasm still pulsing through her clit.

Unimaginable bliss. Consuming. Dragging her down into a deep warm place. It was a comfortable location. One she wanted to stay in.

Even the fingers now scissoring inside her tight ass felt good. Amazing.

Embarrassing her. Shocking her. Making her squirm as her brain fought a war against her body.

Finally, the fingers disappeared, leaving her breathless with the anticipation of having them replaced with one of her mate’s cocks.

But that didn’t happen.

She was limp as they flipped her over, tossed the pillow out of the way, and spread her legs open again. Before she could gather her thoughts, Keegan thrust two fingers into her pussy, the needy channel that had gotten no attention during her orgasm.

Trace leaned over and took her mouth in a consuming kiss that made all thoughts flee. His lips, so warm and soft, nibbled hers. His tongue slipped inside as soon as she parted her lips. He kissed her as if he were starving and she was the only sustenance available.

Her ardor rose again as one of them pinched a nipple.

Keegan continued to fuck her pussy, driving her once again to the edge, pushing her until she came again, screaming into Trace’s mouth, her voice swallowed by him.

Their actions slowed as she floated back to Earth. Her body flinched. She gripped the sheets, realizing all the pleasure had been hers and not having the foggiest idea how to rectify that.

Besides, she was limp, unable to lift a limb.

When she opened her eyes, blinking in the light, she found both men sitting next to her grinning. Their thoughts were written on their faces. She could see into their souls through their eyes. They weren’t expecting reciprocation right then. It was enough they had made her come. Twice.

“So beautiful.” Keegan stroked her belly. “I’ll never tire of watching you come. It’s so raw.” He set a hand on the side of her head and brushed a lock of hair out of her way.

Trace kissed her temple. “I love that we’ll be the only men you’ll ever know. It’s humbling. Thank you.”

“For what?” she whispered.

“For saving that for us. For giving yourself to our care.”

She squirmed. “I’ve hardly done what’s expected yet.”

Trace smiled bigger. “It’s okay. We move at your pace. We claim you when you’re ready.”

What scared her most was knowing she would be ready physically much sooner than she would ever be ready mentally.

And the physical need would win out.

•●•

Wayne held the phone close to his head and tapped his fingers on his desk. He kept his gaze pinned to the closed door of his home office. The last thing he needed was for Penelope to walk in while he was in the middle of this call.

“Sir, I don’t understand what you want me to do?”

“I don’t care what the fuck you do.” He sat up straighter, setting his elbows on his desk. “Do whatever the fuck you need to do to make this go away. I don’t care how you handle it. Just put an end to it. Get in there and find a way to keep this under wraps.” If Wayne had to deal with one more incompetent asshole, he thought he might explode.

The man was silent on the other end.

“Listen to me, asswipe. You’re nothing to me. Do you understand? Either you handle this situation, or you’re a dead man. Got it?”

“Yes.” The man actually sounded scared.

“Wipe out the evidence. Ensure that anything wrong with that casino site is deemed a result of the earthquake. Fire people who are too close if you need to. Just fucking make sure this ends right now. I don’t want this to escalate to the point that the sheriff’s office gets involved. I have eyes at that casino. I know about Keegan Phillips. I’ve done my homework. I don’t want some asshole from the state sweeping in with his high and mighty construction inspection and blowing all my hard work. That man needs to either get on the right side of progress or get gone. And rumor has it he’s getting antsy. Are you with me?” No way in fuck was he going to allow himself to be blackmailed again.

Nope. This time he intended to turn the tables and ensure he was the one calling the shots.

“Yes.” The guy probably pissed himself.

Wayne didn’t give two fucks. In fact, he was done. He ended the call and slammed his phone onto the desk.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered to the empty room.





Chapter Eight


“You have everything?” Trace set his hand on the open front door and reached out to grasp Melinda’s.

She flushed for the millionth time and glanced down at herself. “What more is there? I came here with nothing but this dress, my shoes, and my obviously half-empty purse.”