Trace lifted one eyebrow. “I thought we agreed you’re coming with me.”
“I have a better plan. My car is still at Miles’s house. So is my niece. The one I haven’t seen since Saturday night. How about if Keegan drops me off there when he goes to work, I spend a few hours with Rebecca, and then I’ll come visit you at the precinct.”
Trace scrunched up his nose. “Keegan got you all day.” He actually pouted.
She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t a contest. We’re together forever. Sometimes one of you will get more than the other. Get over yourselves.”
He didn’t budge, his gaze holding hers.
“Fine. How about if I promise to get there by noon? We can eat lunch together. You can show me around.” I’ll be bored out of my skull again.
Both men groaned as she wiggled free of them and made a hasty escape to the bathroom. If she didn’t move quickly, she would lose her resolve. She wasn’t kidding. They weren’t the only two who wanted to fuck. Her body craved it at least as much as them, if not more.
•●•
Melinda pushed against Keegan’s chest, trying to dislodge him from crowding her against the side of Miles’s house. Neither of them had knocked yet. Although it was unlikely the occupants weren’t aware of their guests.
“Keegan,” she mumbled against his lips.
His cock pressed into her belly, the hard length making her wish they had fucked one more time before leaving his house. “Love…” He nibbled a path from her mouth to her ear. “I can’t stand the idea of leaving you here.”
“I know,” she whispered. He wasn’t the only one doubting the intelligence behind this plan. But she straightened her spine and gave him another shove. “You have work to do. You need to go save the world from bad concrete and unstable rebar, or whatever you call it.”
He grinned, his hand trailing up to cup her face. “Have I mentioned how cute you are?”
“Maybe a few times.”
He kissed her again.
She mumbled against his lips. “Step back, big guy. You make it impossible to think.”
“That’s the idea.” He grinned, his forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to think. Just feel.”
“And it feels fantastic, but if I gave in to the urge to have sex with you two every time it swept over me, I’d never leave the bedroom, and we’d go broke.” She shoved her flat hands against his chest again. It wasn’t as though she believed she could make him budge, but she had to try.
With a low groan, Keegan finally stepped back.
The front door opened, and Melinda twisted her head to see who stepped out.
It was Miles. And he wore a huge smirk. “We’re isolated enough that you could probably get away with fucking on my front porch, and under most circumstances, I wouldn’t mind.” He stared pointedly at Melinda. “But you’re my sister, so just ew.” His face scrunched.
Keegan laughed. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Been there. You want to come in now?” He held the door wider. “Or I could go back inside and wait for you to finish making out.”
Keegan straightened his shirt and took a step back. “No. I have to get to work. I just dropped Melinda off to visit and pick up her car.”
“I wondered how long you were going to leave that in my driveway,” Miles teased.
The baby cried in the background, making Melinda smile and remember why she was here. She quickly pecked Keegan on the cheek—careful to avoid touching him anywhere else—and dodged into the house before she could convince herself she’d rather find a secluded place to have sex instead.
Rebecca wandered into the living room as Melinda entered, holding a wrapped, squealing bundle in her arms. She looked tired. There were bags under her eyes. Her long braid of strawberry blonde hair was messy as if she’d braided it that way yesterday.
Nevertheless, Rebecca smiled. “There you are. I was wondering how long you could stay away.”
Melinda reached her friend’s side and lifted the screaming baby out of her arms, bringing the sweet, chubby bundle to her chest. The first thing she did was inhale her scent—that glorious new-baby smell that melted all human beings and shifters alike.
Rebecca’s shoulders visibly relaxed as she relinquished McKenna. “Coffee?” She wandered toward the kitchen. “I’ve never been so tired in my life.”
“Where’s Griffen?”
“Sleeping I hope. It was his turn. I can’t imagine how two parents handle an infant. There are three of us. And we’re barely able to function after only a few days.” She giggled, but the tone was off, not quite humorous.