Melindas Wolves (16 page)

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.

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.

Keegan stared at her speculatively. Finally, he licked his lips and cleared his throat.

“You smell like sex. And the scent is driving me crazy.”

She swallowed another gulp of coffee, not caring it was almost too hot. “I should smell like sex. I recall engaging in it several times last night.”

He shook his head. “Nope. I recall cleaning you up quite thoroughly before I let you sleep.” Without warning, he grabbed the mug, set it on the bedside table, and jerked the covers away from her body.

Before she could react, he climbed onto the bed, tugged her ankles down until she lay flat on her back, and spread her wide open to his gaze.

She gasped, burrowing both hands in his long blond hair, pushing him away.

“Keegan…”

He didn’t respond. Instead he lowered his face and stared closer.

Her heart beat wildly. Her efforts to push him away did nothing.

“Let me look, hon.” He inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell fantastic.” He nudged her wider, both hands on her thighs.

She stopped fighting him and flopped back against the mattress. His breath wafted across her sex as he exhaled, making her clit pulse with need.

Keegan planted one shoulder on her thigh, freeing his hand to touch her. When he spread her folds open, exposing her more thoroughly to his gaze, she held her breath.

“Keegan. Please… I’m not used to…”

“I know, honey. And I want you to get used to my gaze on you. I like to look at you spread out before me.” He stroked through her wetness. “I love how wet you are for me.” He tapped her clit, making her buck and moan. “I love how your sweet little nub swells under my gaze, my fingers, my tongue.” His mouth descended, capturing the object of his affection between his lips.

Her eyes rolled back as he sucked. She came hard and fast, almost instantly. He suckled her through the entire thing, drinking from her pussy and lapping at her clit until the tremors subsided.

“I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered against her sensitive skin. “Although Trace may disagree.”

“
Trace
may have trouble concentrating at work if you two keep that up,”
their other mate communicated to both of them.

Keegan touched her spread pussy again. “I love the way your moisture trails down between your ass cheeks after you come hard.”

“Keegan.”
Trace’s voice was harsh.
“Stop with the play-by-play. I’m not kidding.”

Melinda knew they would be connected telepathically after the claiming, but it was unnerving hearing her mate in her head from twenty miles away in human form.

“Don’t you need to get to work or something?” she asked Keegan.

“Yep. In a while. It’s early. I called and said I would be late.” He climbed up her body finally, making her relax marginally. Even though he lay against her pussy, her legs still spread wide, at least he was no longer staring at her so intently.

His lips took hers in a deep kiss that consumed her, extinguishing all thought. Like a starving man, he held her against him and tipped his head one way and then the other, claiming her with his lips alone. Her body melted under him, coming alive again with total disregard for the orgasm she’d had a minute ago.

She couldn’t breathe. Suffocating in need, she broke away to gasp for breath to one side.

And then his cock was at her entrance, and he pressed into her in one thrust.

She should have ached, but instead all she knew was the tightness that she craved with every cell. She lifted her hips, grabbed his biceps, and thrust upward. “Move,” she pleaded.

Keegan smiled. He cupped her face, his expression much calmer than the fire she felt inside. “Let me enjoy a moment deep inside you. We’ve always been so frantic. I’ve never taken the time to feel you wrapped around me.” His fingers danced over her cheek, his eyes darting around to take in every aspect of her. “Fuck, I’m lucky.”

He was not alone in the thought. A tight knot formed in her belly, begging for release. How many times would she feel this need in a day? It obliterated all else, dissolving the universe and shrinking it down to one thought—the need to be fucked in any position. Again and again.

Just like they said.

She closed her eyes, tipped her face into his palm, and kissed his skin. “Move,” she repeated. “I need the friction.”

Finally, he relented, but not fast enough for her taste. He eased out and slowly pushed back in.

Her frustration rose with every pass, her pussy gripping him, the muscles pleading in their own way for him to fuck her harder.

When she couldn’t take any more, she caught him in a languid moment and bucked him off her, flipping him onto his back and climbing over him to straddle his waist.

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.

 •●• 

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.

He scrunched up his face, half considering letting her go to her shop after all. But that wouldn’t change anything. Maybe if he showed her around, she would see his way of thinking.

Right
.

Melinda sat on her hands as Keegan drove. The drive to Sojourn would take almost half an hour.

“You’re nervous,” Keegan said.

“A little. I don’t want to pick a fight with you twelve hours after mating.”

“I appreciate that.” He glanced at her, smiling. “Look, this is my job. It’s what I do.

It won’t always be this particular site, however. And I wouldn’t ask you to go with me if it weren’t important. You were the one who insisted something felt off. You should be glad I’m open minded enough to bring you with me and see what it leads to.”

She looked out the window, watching the world go by, seeing nothing. “I am.”

There was a war of emotions going on inside her. On the one hand, she was glad Keegan was trying to take her seriously. On the other hand, she didn’t want to go anywhere near the casino project or its developers.

They hardly spoke during the rest of the drive. An amazing feat for two people who just fucked more times than she could easily count.

She stared out the window as Keegan jumped down from his truck and rounded the hood.

The air caught in her lungs as she looked around at all the employees working in the area. She couldn’t do this. She didn’t have the brave, fake face she needed to put on in order to pretend she was who Keegan needed her to be—his sweet loving mate. No part of her screamed sweet and loving in the vicinity of this casino.

And she wasn’t accustomed to doing “fake.”

He opened her door and reached for her.

She brushed him off, crossing her arms. “Might be better if I wait here. I can get plenty of vibes from the car, and it will keep us from arguing.” Now that they’d arrived she was even more concerned about losing her cool. She didn’t think she could descend from this truck and traipse around the framework of this monstrosity without sticking her foot in her mouth.