“He’s right,” Mimi agreed.
Rebecca was confused. “I thought he all but confessed to harassing me?”
“He did, but I don’t think he acted alone.”
“Who would have helped him?” Griffen asked.
“His son,” Melinda responded. She pushed her chair back as she pulled out her phone, already dialing.
Miles jumped to his feet also. He ran a hand through his hair. “Randal Junior? The guy hasn’t been seen in years. Who the heck are you calling?” he asked his sister
“Detective Graves. We need to know who was here that morning. If someone was close enough to take pictures of your front porch, how did the two cops on duty not scent him?”
Chapter Thirty-Three
To say Miles was stressed was putting it mildly. It took forever to speak to the authorities about what happened. After Melinda called them, they arrived within fifteen minutes—Harry Graves and Corbin Archers, one of the two officers who had patrolled the morning after Miles and Griffen claimed Rebecca. They already knew the gist of what went down from Melinda’s perspective the night before, but the new concern was the location of Randal Junior, whom everyone agreed was probably connected to the crime.
And in fact, lo and behold, the man had been seen in a bar on the west side of Sojourn drinking himself stupid for many hours the night before. Even more damning was that quite a few members of the tribe confessed to having seen him in recent weeks after years of absence.
Now they just needed to wait until he fucked up and got caught. As stupid as he was, he would surely show his face in one of the many bars in town as soon as he slept off last night’s hangover in whatever hole he’d crawled into.
No one had seen the older Randal since the night before, either.
Police from the reservation were stationed at both Randal’s residence and Miles’ house.
Corbin Archers had patrolled the house the morning the photo on the porch was taken. He was as perplexed as anyone as to how that would have been possible. The other officer on duty that morning had been Louis Wiseman. Hopefully he would be able to shed some light on the situation, but he wasn’t on duty now, and no one had been able to reach him.
Four hours later, Miles was finally alone with his mates. He needed a break from life.
It was Rebecca who lured him and Griffen into the bedroom. It was also Rebecca who encouraged the two of them to sit while she stripped off her clothes in a slow tease.
His sweet mate had nothing but distraction on her mind, and he loved her for it.
In the quiet of their home, she kneeled in front of them and reached for both their cocks with her flat palms.
Miles nearly lost his mind as he watched her tits bounce at his knees.
Griffen groaned next to him.
Rebecca didn’t say a word as she popped the button on first Miles’ jeans and then Griffen’s. Next she moved on to zippers, lowering one and then the other.
When they were both free, Miles took her hand. “Love, you’re making my cock ache just watching you kneeling in front of me.”
“Mmm.” The imp leaned forward and licked the tip of his engorged dick.
He had to grit his teeth to endure the way she lapped at his precome. And then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and held him while she gave Griffen the same treatment.
Back and forth she worked, licking one cock while she stroked the other with one hand. She swirled her tongue around the tip several times. Every time she switched, Miles cringed to have her lips back on his cock. He couldn’t complain, though. The scene was so erotic, he hoped it never ended.
His mate knew how to take his mind off his problems.
Finally, she sucked him in deep, unexpectedly.
He dug his feet into the floor and lifted his torso as her lips devoured him as far as she could. One pass was all he got, and then she moved to Griffen.
Griffen groaned. He would have anticipated the move he’d just witnessed on Miles.
“She’s torturing us,” Miles said into Griffen’s mind only.
“Such sweet torture…” Griffen returned.
“I say we turn the tables.”
Griffen turned his head to meet Miles’ gaze and smiled.
In sync, the two of them reached down and hauled their delectable mate off the ground. They separated on the bed and pulled her up between them.
She gasped at the unexpected move. “I was enjoying myself.”
“You were teasing us,” Miles said, his lips tight. “And I know just how to pay you back.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Griffen, how about you arrange our little mate here on the bed while I find that rope.”
She crawled backward. “Rope?”
“You said you wouldn’t mind a little rope. We don’t forget these things,” Griffen explained while Miles headed for the closet.