Melinda’s Wolves(54)

The second she released her lips, her body arching and stiffening, he pulled out.

“Keegan. God. Don’t stop.”

He released her skirt, smoothed it back over her fucking hot ass, and grabbed her shoulders to pull her upright.

When he had her attention, twisting her around to face him, he sucked her arousal off his fingers. “Mmm. You taste divine.”

Her face was red. Her mouth hung open. She leaned against the desk, grasping it with both hands at her sides. Her legs shook. “Keegan… Oh my God. You’re not—”

“Done? Yep. You can spend a few hours wet and needy.” He kissed her forehead, working hard not to grin. He spun around and wrapped his hand around the doorknob before he could change his mind. He was probably far hornier than her now. His little plan had backfired. His cock would be hard the rest of the day.

“Why?” she asked in a voice so low, desperate, and sexy he almost retracted his stance.

“Because my cock is harder than a rock from your provocation. It’s only fair.” He tugged the door open quickly and stepped out. “I’m going to give Mitch a tour. Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.” And then he left. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

•●•

The tour with Mitch did not go as planned. Before they managed to cover much ground, too many impediments got in the way.

The last straw was when a board fell from overhead, landing less than a foot away from Keegan.

He jerked his gaze to the crane operator in frustration, using his hand to cover his eyes from the glare of the sun. “What the hell?”

The man jumped down from the crane and jogged toward Keegan. “Sorry, man. I don’t know what happened.” The guy grabbed the two-by-four and hauled it out of the way. He dropped it with a thud and scratched his head, glancing around. His face was a deep crimson, and his eyes were wide with concern. “I totally had a hold on that board. I don’t know what happened,” he repeated, shifting his feet. The man probably feared for his job.

As far as Keegan was concerned, he should be scared.

“It was like the arm opened up and released for no reason.”

Keegan frowned. “Get someone to look at it. If the equipment is faulty, it needs to be repaired.” Keegan stepped toward the crane and swung up into the driver’s seat. He grabbed the inspection papers from the glove compartment and glanced down the list.

The likelihood that the crane itself was responsible for the dropped two-by-four was slim. It had been declared fully operational just yesterday. No issues.

But this was Keegan’s job. Making sure every possible means of inspection was covered paid his salary. And this was unacceptable.

Keegan stuffed the pages back in the glove compartment and jumped down. He met the nervous man’s gaze. “Get someone to look at that before you operate it again.”

“Got it.” The man turned and jogged away. The poor guy was human. It was a wonder he didn’t piss his pants.

Keegan half wished he hadn’t been so hard on the guy, but this was his job. Glorified construction babysitter.

Keegan caught Braden when they were only partway around the left side of the building and told him what happened.

“I’ll make sure it’s taken care of.” Braden’s expression was serious, his brow furrowed, his lips in a firm line as he headed toward the crane. As foreman, it was his responsibility to make sure the site was safe. It would not look good if Keegan had to cite him or any of his men.

He and Mitch continued forward. They managed to finish nearly the entire rest of the tour unscathed. Even though the list of infractions on site grew by the second, very few sections of the structure appeared to pose any imminent danger.

Just as the two of them were headed back to the trailer, Keegan stumbled. As if in slow motion, he seemed to watch himself fall forward, putting out his hands to break his fall.

As if that weren’t bad enough, his palm landed on a pile of nails, one of them gouging into his skin. “Son of a bitch.”

Mitch jumped forward. “Jesus, Keegan. What happened?”

Keegan pulled to his feet and twisted around to see what had caught his shoe. He glanced around, spotting nothing. He even blinked. He wasn’t a clumsy man. In fact, nothing like that had ever happened to him before. But the truth was, the item he would have sworn had been sticking several inches out of the concrete wasn’t there.

Mitch grabbed his hand. “You’re bleeding.”

Keegan looked down, registering the stinging burn for the first time. “Fuck.” He squeezed his bloody palm with the other hand and held the cut under pressure. “Might need a Band-Aid.” He chuckled.