Melinda’s Wolves(47)

He chuckled, a deep sound she loved hearing.

She wasn’t stupid enough to think she’d managed that feat on her own. He’d let her take the upper hand. He was three times her size. No way was she going to be controlling the sex in this bed with either man—at least not without their consent.

The silent permission was all she needed. She thrust down on his cock, nearly screaming at the intensity. And then she fucked him harder, rising and lowering over and over, her breasts jiggling between them. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the friction. The fucking enormous need.

And then she was right there. Right on the edge. No sound came out of her mouth as she crested the peak at the same time Keegan grasped her hips and held her against him, his own orgasm pulsing deep inside her.

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Keegan lifted his gaze as his mate stepped into the kitchen. After worshipping her amazing body, he’d left her limp on the bed so he could shower and then returned to haul her ass toward the bathroom next. “Feel better, hon?” He smirked.

She didn’t respond, her lips pursed tight as she shoved him out of the way and grabbed a plate from the counter to fill with the contents of the pan behind him. His mate was shy. He wished he could bottle that up and keep her that innocent. But it wouldn’t last long. Soon she would be more open to them. Less hesitant. Her embarrassment about nudity would be obliterated.

And he looked forward to that too.

He’d cooked for her. And now he took the plate from her shaking hands and filled it himself. Bacon. Eggs. Toast. He carried it to the table, gripping her hand in his to drag her along behind.

He set her plate on the table, pulled out a chair, and settled himself in the spot.

She started to speak, but he cut her off, tugging her onto his lap sideways and handing her a fork.

He didn’t care that he was putty in her hands. He wanted her touching him while she ate.

“Did you already eat?” she mumbled around the first bite, her sexy ass squirming on his lap.

“Uh huh.” He held her still. “Stop moving, imp.” And then he nuzzled her neck. She smelled of her shampoo and the body soap she’d used in the shower. Her hair was damp, lying in ringlets down her back.

He eyed her chest from over her shoulder. She wore a tank top. No bra. Her nipples were puckered against the fabric.

She was going to be the death of him.

She squirmed again. “You rattle my brain. I can’t think.”

“It’s normal, hon.” He held her tight, his arm around her waist, brushing the underside of her breasts.

“Don’t you need to go to work?” she asked, taking another bite.

“Yeah.”

“I should probably go to the shop for a while.”

“Nope.”

She stiffened. “What do you mean, nope?”

“You should probably go with me today. I won’t be able to get anything done otherwise.”

She giggled. “And you think you’ll be able to work with me in the vicinity?”

“Nope. But at least I can pretend better. Without you, I’ll just stand around running a hand through my hair. I have no idea how Trace is managing.”

Trace didn’t comment. Keegan was glad he’d managed to block him from his thoughts. It would be hell the first time Keegan left Melinda with Trace for the day.

When she set her fork down, he was at war with himself. Make love to her again and be even later to the job site? Or get dressed and get out of there?

She pushed off his lap, grabbed her plate, and headed for the sink. “What time do we need to leave?”

“As soon as possible,” he muttered, eyeing her pert breasts as she turned around. He stood and stalked toward her.

Melinda was a sharp woman, though. She dodged him before he reached her, ducking under his arm and running down the hall.

With a sigh, he followed in her footsteps. He leaned on the doorframe to his bedroom and watched her bend over her suitcase and rummage for clothes. The inside of her suitcase looked like the floor of her condo, a jumbled mess. He had no idea how she found anything. But somehow she managed, and then evaded him again to duck into the bathroom.

Before he could protest, she locked the door.

Keegan headed for his closet to grab a polo shirt off the hanger. He whipped his T-shirt over his head and traded it for the nicer work shirt. Jeans were fine for the casino site where he needed to be today.

As he grabbed his work boots, he hesitated.

Shit.

Melinda was going to blow a gasket over his job today. The woman hated that casino. But she also had some sort of insight. And he needed to hear what she thought when he showed her around. He didn’t quite understand how her gift worked yet, but he figured he was about to get a crash course: Medicine Woman 101.