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Rob sat opposite her in the booth and handed her a mug of coffee. She took it and drank greedily. When she put it down, he instantly refilled it. “Is that better?”
“Much, although now I'll never want to sleep.”
He smiled at her. “That's okay. I'm sure I can think of something else for you to do.”
“I'm sure you can.”
He loved that hint of dryness in her tone and how she tried to cover the spark of interest in her eyes. “I got to thinking while I was working.” He glanced at her over his cup and saw the way she was leaning toward him, as if in anticipation. “It helped pass the time.”
“And what were you thinking about?”
“You, in the diner.”
She groaned. “You couldn't have thought about me somewhere warm and glamorous instead, maybe somewhere with a spa?”
He caught her hand. “No, it was here in the diner, except you were serving early breakfast to me and all the truckers.”
“That turned you on?”
He ran his thumb over the soft skin of her wrist, felt her tremble. “Sure. You were wearing that stupid pink uniform Lauren picked out for the waitresses, but your skirt was shorter and your blouse tighter. Every time you leaned over me to refill my coffee, I touched you.”
“Where?”
Rob smiled and reached across to brush his knuckles across her breast. He watched her nipple harden instantly in response. “Here.” He did it to her other breast. “And here. Until everyone could see your nipples through your shirt.”
“Everyone?”
“Yeah, everyone who was looking. And then I went a little further.”
“And did what?”
He tugged on her hand until she was standing over him and walked his fingers up the side of her shorts. “Touched your pussy, flicked your clit, and when I got you nice and wet, I tried to get my fingers inside you.”
She shivered as he undid her shorts and pulled them down.
“Like this.”
She gasped and leaned into him, allowing him to use his other hand on her breast.
“But people would see.”
“Yeah. Eventually. But by then you weren't exactly worrying about it and neither was I.”
He pushed her panties aside and slipped two fingers inside her, moving them back and forth until she was soaking wet. She grabbed on to his shoulder for support, her nails digging into his skin.
“But I don't want to be selfish here. I want the other guys to see the sugar I'm getting and want it. And I know you'll want them to see you, too, so I sit you on my knee, turn you to face them, and flip your little pink skirt up so they can all watch me finger-fuck you.”
He swung her around to sit on his knees, felt the jolt in his cock as her soft ass pressed against him.
“You want them to watch?” Ally whispered.
He stripped off her panties and dropped them to the floor. “Yeah, I want them to see how hard I need to work you to make you come for me, how hard you like it.”
He dug out his cell phone and flipped it open. “Call Jackson. Tell him to get here as soon as he can. He'll like this.” He held the phone to her mouth and waited as she relayed his instructions to Jackson.
It didn't take long for Jackson to get there. But Rob held Ally on the brink of an orgasm. Even when she strained against him and begged, he wouldn't let her come until Jackson arrived.
He looked up as Jackson came to a halt in front of them. “We're playing a game. Ally's the waitress, and I'm about to fuck her in front of a diner full of horny truckers—with your help, of course.”
“What am I supposed to be? The truckers?”
“No, you can be the law.”
“Funny.”
“How about you suck her while I finger her?” Rob waited as Jackson got down on his knees beside Ally and licked her clit. “Yeah, that's good. Keep it up.” Rob started to move his fingers again, all four of them now embedded in Ally. His thumb met Jackson's questing tongue, and he shuddered as Jackson sucked him, too, felt the answering need in his cock.
“I need to fuck her.” Rob kissed Ally's throat. “Do you still see them all there, honey? Watching us touch you, wishing they could touch you too.” She moaned his name, and he increased the pace of his fingers until he could hear the wet sucking sound. “We could do that, right? Line them up and make you suck all their cocks while Jackson and I fucked you.”
She climaxed and his fingers were almost crushed. Jackson raised his head and met Rob's gaze. “I think she likes the idea.” Jackson caught Ally's chin. “You want that? You want more men getting off on you?”
Rob held his breath as Ally's eyes fluttered shut, and he pulled his fingers out of her. “Answer him, Ally, or you're done coming tonight.”
She tried to shake her head, but Jackson had her secure. “Please . . .”
Abruptly, Rob stood up and moved Ally so that she lay across the width of the table. He grabbed her hands and held them by the wrists over her head, which hung slightly off the table, just a breath away from his groin.
“Get ready to fuck her, Jackson.”
Jackson moved to the other side of the booth and positioned himself between Ally's legs. Rob unbuttoned his shorts and his cock sprang out.
“Do you want us, Ally?”
“Yes!”
“Then answer the question.”
She licked her lips as if seeking his taste. “I like . . . I like the idea of you two fucking me in public.”
Rob met Jackson's gaze and saw the gleam of speculation. “Yeah? You want other people to watch us fuck you?”
“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Now, please, please let me come.”
Jackson shifted his stance, a muscle flicking in his cheek as if he was struggling not to shove himself deep. Rob nodded at him. “Fuck her.”
Ally moaned as Jackson slid into her, his hands braced on the tabletop. Rob let go of Ally's hands and guided his cock toward her mouth.
“Suck me, Ally.” She opened her mouth, and he thrust forward, heard her gasp as she tried to accommodate his thick length from her upside-down position. It felt odd, too, the top of his cock hitting against her teeth, but he liked that, liked it rough. Her body arched off the table as they both pounded into her.
Rob set his jaw and forced himself to look at Jackson. “Don't let her come.”
When Jackson stopped moving, Rob eased his cock out of Ally's mouth.
“You'd let them touch you, wouldn't you?”
Ally stared up at him and nodded.
Rob glanced at Jackson. Whatever magic his buddy had worked with Ally while he'd left them alone to fuck, he was eternally grateful. Rob let out his breath, and Jackson started pumping hard, shoving his thick length into Ally while Rob watched. As soon as Jackson finished coming, Rob replaced him, fucking Ally as hard as he could, enjoying how she squirmed and fought him on the slippery hardness of the diner table, how Jackson held on to her arms to keep her in place for him.
He climaxed and emptied himself deep, felt her convulse around him again. He pulled out and gazed down at her, her body striped with moonlight, her nipples still hard. She held his gaze.
“I'm not done, Ally, and neither is Jackson.” He helped her sit up on the table and motioned for Jackson to stand beside him. “Make us both hard again. Use your hands and your mouth.”
Jackson shuddered as Ally knelt up on the table, her long dark hair coming out of her braid to cover her face and brush against their skin. His naked left hip bone was aligned with Rob's as Ally took a cock in each hand and wrapped her palm around them. When she started to work his flesh, Jackson wanted to groan with every stroke. The smell of sex permeated everything, and he loved it.
As Ally continued to fondle him, Jackson couldn't help but glance at Rob. His friend's eyes were half closed in a familiar expression of pleasure. Jackson couldn't take his gaze off Rob's cock. He remembered how it had felt to have Rob's shaft so close to his when they'd both fucked Ally, wondered how it would feel to touch him now. . . .
Without thinking, Jackson added his fingers to Ally's and caressed Rob's cock. He flinched as Rob grabbed his arm.
Ally spoke up. “No, don't stop him, Rob. I'd like to see him touch you.”
“You would?” Jackson barely managed to get the words out.
“That's a great idea.” Rob's hand closed around Jackson's cock and that was it. Jackson lost it completely, surrendered to the two hands on his cock and wanted to scream with the pleasure of it.
“Suck us, Ally,” Jackson managed to gasp. “Suck us together.”
She tried her best to get both of them in her mouth, and Jackson luxuriated in the feel of Rob against him and the softness of Ally's mouth. Rob's other hand moved around Jackson's hips, pressing him closer. God, Jackson wished Rob would slide his fingers lower and investigate his ass. The thought was enough to make him come, and he choked out a curse, his fingers tightening on Rob until his friend came, too, the flood of their come not contained by Ally's mouth but trickling down between her breasts.
“God . . . ,” Rob ground out, and Jackson silently agreed. All three of them were panting now, sticky with sweat and each other's leavings, and he just wanted to start all over again and lick them both clean.
Rob moved away from Jackson and gathered Ally in a hug. “I'll clean up here. Jackson can take you home, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
Rob kissed the top of her head. “We've already had this discussion. Go home.”
Jackson found his shorts and hastily pulled them on. Rob handed him Ally's purse and jacket. Either Rob didn't want to talk about what had just happened between them, or he truly hadn't noticed anything—his sexual attention all on taking care of Ally. And hadn't that always been the case? He'd never looked at Jackson the way he looked at Ally.
Jackson headed for the back door, one arm encircling Ally's shoulders. Whatever happened, he couldn't turn back from what he'd started. Rob knew the basics about Jackson's past experience with other guys, but Jackson had never shared the specifics of his complex sexual tastes or suggested Rob should try him out.
Not that he deserved anything from Rob. Maybe it was time Rob knew what kind of a friend Jackson really was and what a shit he'd been to him in the past.
Ally touched his cheek. “Are you okay, Jackson?”
“Yeah.”
“Because you look a bit shaken.”
“Yeah?” Jackson held the truck door open and helped Ally inside.
She touched his knee. “You can talk to me about anything, Jackson, you know.”
“Sure.”
Ally sighed so hard he was surprised she didn't blow out his windshield. Jackson concentrated on his driving. He was not talking to her about anything at all. There really was nothing to talk about.
12
A
lly groaned when her alarm went off, and she rolled over to silence it. Her whole body was aching, and the thought of getting up and going to work made her want to cry. But she had to do it. She had Lauren's keys, and if the boss lady couldn't get in, no one would get in, and Ally's job would be history.
“Oh God!”
Ally sat up and clasped the sheets to her breasts. But she didn't have the keys, did she? She'd left them with Rob. That was enough to get her out of bed and into the shower. She hurried into the kitchen to grab a glass of milk and some fruit to eat. Had Rob come in later and dropped the keys off for her? She couldn't see them anywhere.
With a last frantic glance at the clock, she left the house. Her only option was to call Rob as she walked to the diner and ask him to meet her there with the keys. If she got there early enough, perhaps Lauren would never know. She called Rob and was surprised he sounded far more awake than she did.
“Hey, do you have the keys to the diner?”
Ally heard him curse.
“I do. Are you on your way?”
“I'll meet you there.”
She practically ran the last block and arrived to see Rob's patrol car parked at the rear of the diner and no sign of Lauren.
“Thanks, Rob.”
“You're welcome.” He handed her the keys and turned back to his car. “I meant to drop them by last night, but I forgot and went straight home.”
“It's not a problem.” Ally glanced behind her and saw Lauren's white car approaching. “I'd better look busy. The boss is coming.”
Rob's car pulled away just as Lauren got out of her vehicle. Her faint smile soured when she saw Ally standing there. “Why didn't you go in?”
“I was waiting to give you your keys back.”
Lauren took the keys and walked around to the front of the diner while Ally waited patiently at the back door. A second later, Lauren reappeared and grabbed Ally by the arm.
“What the hell happened here?” She set off back around the corner, forcing Ally to go with her.
“Oh my goodness.” Ally covered her mouth as she stared at the smashed window. The inside blind had taken most of the impact, but Ally could clearly see the wicked shards of glass glinting on the diner tables.
Lauren took out her cell phone. “I'm calling Rob and having you arrested for vandalism. I know you didn't want to stay late, but this is no way to repay me.”
Ally blinked. “Hang on, Lauren, I didn't do this.”
“Who else would? And after all I've done for you, agreeing to give you a job, feeding you, paying you . . .” She spoke into her cell. “Rob, this is all your fault. Get over here right now.”
Ally took a deep breath. “You are completely wrong, you know.” She looked around. The other staff members had arrived and were clustered around the diner, whispering and pointing at the damage and avidly listening to the altercation between the two women.
“I didn't do this. I did my work, and I went home,” Ally repeated, her voice rising despite herself.
“You did your work, all right,” Lauren hissed.
Ally held her temper as Rob's patrol car pulled up, and he strolled toward them, eyeing the damage. “What happened, Lauren?”
Lauren pointed her finger at Ally. “She trashed my diner.”
Rob held out his hands, palms up. “Hold up. How do you know that?” He took the keys out of Lauren's hands. “Let's take this inside and inspect the damage, okay?”
Lauren unlocked the front door and followed Rob inside. What looked like a large rock sat on one of the tables surrounded by shards of broken glass.
“I left Ally in charge of locking up,” Lauren stated. “She obviously didn't do her job properly.”
“Lauren, I wasn't here when this happened, so how can you blame me?”
Lauren's expression took on an obstinate look. “Because you
obviously
forgot to set the alarm. If that had gone off, the police department would've been alerted, and maybe
someone
would have gotten caught.” She turned to glare meaningfully at Rob.
Ally shoved her hands into her pockets. What the hell was she supposed to say now?
Rob touched her shoulder. “I locked up, Lauren. If it was anyone's fault, it was mine.”
“What?”
Rob moved past Ally and concentrated his attention on Lauren. “You told me to check up on the place last night, so I did. I let Ally out and stayed to lock up. I must've forgotten to switch on the alarm.”
Lauren crossed her arms over her chest. “Why did you do that?”
“What?”
“Let her leave?”
Rob sighed. “Because she was exhausted, and I wanted to make sure the place got locked up properly.”
“I bet she forgot to give you the code for the alarm and you're covering for her.”
“Lauren, she gave me the code. I put it in my pocket, and I forgot to set the alarm. I'm sorry and I'll pay for all the damage, okay?”
Lauren started to say something, but Rob held up his hand. “Just save it, okay?”
“Why, because you can't bear to hear me say bad stuff about your precious little Ally?”
Rob lowered his voice. “Because you're making yourself look stupid, sis. Now, please get over yourself. File a report and claim it off your insurance company, or collect from me.”
He nodded at Ally and stepped back. “I'll go get the paperwork started and call the guys to fix the window. I suggest you get this cleaned up in here.”
Without daring to look at Lauren, Ally went into the kitchen, found a pair of thick gloves, and returned with a brush and pan to start sweeping the glass off the tables. Lauren still stood there, her high color fading, her furious gaze fixed on the hole in the glass. Fig and Ben appeared, too, and started cleaning up alongside Ally.
When they were certain that there was no glass left, Fig cordoned off the last two booths in the diner with tape and asked Lauren if she wanted to open up anyway.
Lauren seemed to startle to life. “No, let's wait and see if they can fix the window first. I don't want to risk any more damage. They might have better glass-clearing equipment too.”
As she was speaking, the twenty-four-hour glass-repair guys pulled into the parking lot, and Lauren went out to meet them. Ally surveyed the damaged booth. It was the one that she and Rob and Jackson had been sitting in the previous night. She could only be thankful they hadn't been there when the missile had been thrown. Unless it had been meant for her. Even though the blinds had been drawn, they were old and it was not entirely out of the question that someone had peered in and seen what she was doing. . . .
On that unsettling thought, she returned to the kitchen and shook the last pan of broken glass into the recycle bin. But who would want to do that to her? Lauren hated her more than anyone else in the town, and she was hardly likely to destroy her own diner in the process. She'd be more likely to march up to Ally and confront her publicly.
While the window was being fixed, Ally went to find Lauren. She was sitting in her office, elbows on the desk, hands cradling her head.
“I'm sorry about what happened, Lauren.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because I know how hard you have worked to build up this business, and this must have been a blow.”
Lauren swiveled around to look at Ally. “You know what is a blow? The way my brother still comes crawling around to protect you. I thought better of him.”
Ally leaned against the door frame. “I know he took responsibility for what happened, but you're right. I was at fault. You told me to lock up, not your brother, and I should've stayed to see that it was done properly.”
“Oh, for goodness' sake, Ally, stop being such a martyr.”
Ally straightened up, came into the office, and shut the door firmly behind her. “What exactly do you want me to do, Lauren? Laugh at you and say I'm glad? Admit I threw the rock? I didn't throw it, and you just can't handle that, can you?”
Lauren stared at her for a long moment. “Go to hell, Ally.”
“I told you before, I've been there and I didn't like it, so I kept going.”
“And came back to seduce my brother all over again.”
“That's really what this is all about, isn't it? And you couldn't be more wrong. Rob is one of the strongest men I've ever met. I didn't need to seduce him—he was ready and waiting to get back into my pants. He wants me and that's the way it is. Either get over it or lose him as a brother, because treating him like he's a weak fool is one perfect way to drive him away.” Ally stopped talking and drew a shaky breath. “And now I suppose you're going to fire me, aren't you?”
“And have Rob on my back again and you suing me for unfair dismissal? Not happening.” Lauren turned back to her computer. “Get out, Ally, and be here at five-thirty tomorrow.”
Ally walked out past Fig and into the bright sunshine. She realized her knees were shaking, and she turned her steps toward the coffee shop. She'd never been great at confrontations, but she'd had enough of trying to be nice to Lauren. The woman would never like her again, and she would just have to accept that and get over herself.
Nadia saw her come in and brought over a mug of coffee. She patted Ally on the shoulder.
“You looked as if you needed that. I heard what happened at the diner. Who would do such a thing?”
“I don't know.” Ally groaned. “And I just shouted at my employer. I think my days as a busboy are numbered.”
Nadia chuckled. “Hold on another couple of weeks and I might be able to make you an offer you can't refuse. One of my staff is leaving, and I'll have an opening.”
“That's good to know, but I'd probably still need to work two jobs.” Ally sipped at her coffee. “The quicker I can get out of here the better.”
“I don't think the sheriff would like that.”
“The sheriff would be delighted. I've caused him nothing but trouble my whole life.”
Nadia squeezed her hand. “Which is why he likes you. All the other women in this town are far too quick to lie down and offer themselves to him. He's an intelligent man who likes a challenge.”
“You have no idea,” Ally murmured as she drank her coffee and slowly stopped shaking. What a morning, and it wasn't even eight yet. Seeing as she had an unexpected day off, she'd go home and sleep for a while before continuing the cleaning. Hard work might help her put what had happened into perspective or at least tire her out until she stopped thinking about it.
She finished her coffee, waved good-bye to Nadia, and set off back home. How weird was it that Lauren had told Rob to check up on her? She'd imagined he'd come to find her by himself, but he'd been acting on Lauren's orders. If he hadn't had a good reason for being there, would he have stood up for Ally? He hadn't hesitated to defend her, but then he hadn't had any reason not to.
Ally was only glad she hadn't blurted out exactly what she'd been getting up to in the diner before Rob had arrived to set things straight. Would he have been so quick to back her up if she'd told his sister that they were already lovers again? Ally wasn't sure.
Something else occurred to her as she unlocked her front door. Lauren had told Rob it was all his fault before Rob had even admitted to being there. What was that about?
 
Ally wiped the sweat from her brow and focused her attention on the boxes on the dining table. Whatever was in them weighed a ton. Had Ruth started hoarding cat food or something? It seemed unlikely and didn't jibe with the neatness of her bank accounts either.
Thinking of the bank accounts made Ally go back to the desk. Beneath all the copies of the bank statements, Ally had discovered five black books that were filled with her mother's handwriting. She forced herself to open the first book and realized Ruth had kept some kind of a journal. The dates on the books were recent, but Ally remembered Ruth scribbling away all her life.
She opened one of the desk drawers and saw it was full of similar black books. Had her mother kept all her journals? Ally's stomach churned at the thought of what she might find out. She closed the drawer with a bang. Did she want to find out about her mother or not?
Eager to do something other than dwell on the idea of reading her mother's personal stuff, Ally turned back to the pile of boxes on the table. She used the bread knife from the kitchen to open the first sealed box and frowned. It appeared to be full of magazines. Mystified, she pulled out the first one, which was a hefty edition of
Vogue,
and checked the date. It was about five years old. There was a bright sticker on the edge of one of the pages, and Ally turned to it.

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