“Not a chance. Why don’t you hire someone to make it look like an accident?”
“Not a bad idea.”
“I mean hell, if the site is unstable, how big of a stretch can it be for something to go wrong?”
“Good point,” Wayne agreed. He was also greedy, and his cut from this casino deal was fucking enormous. He wanted to see it through. “If it weren’t for Mother Nature sticking her nose in things, we’d be long gone and on to another project in another state by now.”
A tall fake blonde with long red nails and not enough meat on her skinny frame leaned against their table. She wore a skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight tube top that accentuated her severe deficiency in the boob department. She was too old to be working as a waitress in a strip joint. “You need another, Wayne?”
“Please.”
“Roy?” she asked, turning his direction. “What can I get you tonight?”
“Whatever he’s having is fine.” Roy nodded at Wayne.
“Rocks?”
“Nah. Thanks, Britney.”
The woman knew them both well. She could easily anticipate their needs.
Wayne and Roy had been coming to this hellhole for over five years. Britney had been waiting on them for the same length of time.
She could sense when they needed a drink, anticipate when they needed to be left alone, and even arrange a lap dance or a private room almost without either man asking. She was that good.
Wayne usually tipped her well and appreciated her abilities.
Tonight he was distracted. What he really needed was to get drunk and get laid. In that order. He leaned back in his chair again and lifted his gaze to the stage. The girl currently dancing around the pole in the center winked at him. He’d fucked her in the past. He would fuck her again tonight. The woman gave good head, didn’t ask any questions, and moaned when she rode him as if he were the best lay in the world.
For that, he tipped her well.
Roy chuckled. “You thinking of tapping Carla tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Good. You look like you could use the release.”
“You have no idea,” Wayne muttered under his breath.
Chapter Fourteen
Melinda snuggled deeper under the covers as she came awake. She inhaled long and slow as her brain registered her location.
Keegan’s house. Her mate. One of them.
How long had she been asleep?
She knew she was alone in the room. She could scent both her mates on the bedding but not strong enough for them to be close by.
She didn’t want to open her eyes. And the delicious ache all over her body brought back memories of yesterday.
The claiming had been intense. And then her men had fed her dinner and taken her again.
Her pussy pulsed at the thought of them leaning over her. She eased her hand between her legs and found herself wet. A low moan escaped her lips as she stroked over her clit.
Impossible.
Lord have mercy.
“Baby?” She startled at the sound of Trace’s voice in her head, her fingers freezing on her clit. It was weird hearing one of them for the first time in human form through their connection.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Cambridge. I’m at work at the precinct.”
The door to the bedroom opened.
From deep under the covers, Melinda could smell the strong scent of coffee combined with her other mate.
Keegan chuckled. “I’d ask what you’re doing under there, but judging from the moan I heard from the kitchen, I guess I don’t need to.”
She felt the flush as it covered her face with heat. Fuck. There couldn’t be much more humiliating than getting caught masturbating. And how the hell could he tell that from the other room?
“I have good hearing. And you’re loud when you get aroused.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged the blankets off her head. His grin was huge. “Please, don’t let me stop you.”
She jerked the comforter off her head and narrowed her gaze at him. “You have a vivid imagination.”
He chuckled again. “Honey, you have no poker face.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, remaining so close she couldn’t escape his gaze. “I don’t care if you masturbate, Melinda, but I sure would love it if you’d let me watch.”
She swatted at him. “Stop it.” Her flush switched to a deep red she didn’t need to see to feel. Her pulse beat fast through her body, her pussy aching with the need to be touched. It took a lot of concentration to keep from squirming.
Instead, she wiggled to a sitting position, dragging the blanket with her, and reached for the mug of coffee. “I don’t know if you brought that for me or not, but give it up.”
She gripped the covers under her arms and held the mug with both hands. The steaming scent rising out of the cup almost took her mind off the need between her legs.