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  He shrugged as he leaned down to kiss her. “We wanted you to feel at home here.”

  “Pillows? Candles?” Her heart pounded.

  Keegan tipped her chin his way and took a turn kissing her. “You had them in your bedroom.”

  She flopped onto her back, stunned. Intense eyes pinned her to the bed.

  And then hands were everywhere, caressing her breasts, her cheeks, her lips, her thighs. Everywhere but her pussy.

  She tipped her head back, arching into their touch, wishing she could turn the tables on them and explore their bodies instead. They’d hardly given her the opportunity to “know” them yet. And they were so damn observant and perceptive. If she wasn’t so aroused, she would have gotten emotional about their thoughtfulness.

  She was a prisoner to their touch. When they handled her like this, she succumbed to their mercy, her mind focusing on nothing except release any way she could get it. As fast as possible. And with great frequency.

  Her men tugged her legs apart, each throwing the weight of one thigh over hers to hold her open.

  When both their hands landed at her entrance, spreading her lower lips apart, she groaned. “Jesus,” she muttered. “It’s too much.” She squirmed against the driving need, certain she would implode at any second and cease to exist.

  “Fuck,” Trace whispered. “Amazing.”

  She tried to meet his gaze, grasp what he was referring to. But her head wouldn’t turn to obey her mind’s commands.

  They sat up, freeing their other arms.

  Her nipples met with sharp pain simultaneously. She threw her arms forward to push the men off her offended tips, but she wasn’t coordinated or strong enough.

  And besides, after the initial shock of the tight pinch subsided, her arousal shot up ten notches. Her legs shook under their firm control.

  “I need her. Now.” Keegan’s voice came from far away. And then he was there, between her legs, his cock at her entrance. Almost before she fully registered this, he thrust into her.

  She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted with his movements, her eyes fluttering rapidly, making it difficult to see him clearly.

  Keegan held steady deep inside her.

  Heaven.

  Trace shuffled from her side to her head. He lifted her shoulders and settled her against one of his thighs.

  As she reached for Keegan’s biceps, she inhaled sharply of the heady scent of Trace’s arousal.

  Twisting her face to his cock didn’t help.

  A deep breath in made her lick her lips. Her gaze narrowed on his length, the tip dripping with precome. She wiggled her way closer so she could lick a line up his shaft.

  Trace grabbed her chin. “Baby, God. Your mouth.”

  “Please. I want to taste you.” She never wanted anything so badly in her life. Not once before now would she have contemplated giving a man a blow job. Now it seemed his come was a necessary life-force. If she didn’t have him, swallow his essence, breathe in the base of his cock, she wouldn’t live another day. “Trace. I need you in my mouth,” she stated louder.

  Keegan pulled out. “Fuck me.”

  She gasped at the loss, her eyes shooting open wide.

  “Flip over, hon.” He grabbed her waist and did the work of his words without her help.

  And then she was on her hands and knees. Keegan immediately lined up with her pussy again from behind and thrust back into her, jarring her forward with the power of his movement.

  Her head bumped into Trace’s belly. And then she reached out her tongue, so close to his cock, and took her first taste. Salty and sweet. Drugging. Debilitating her with his flavor. Without a second thought, she lowered her mouth and sucked him in deep and hard.

  “Holy mother of God,” Trace shouted. His hands gripped her shoulders, easing her off him.

  Judging by his tone, she didn’t think he was in pain or dissatisfied, so she repeated the action at the same time Keegan thrust into her again.

  She moaned around Trace’s shaft, sucking harder, deeper, as if her life depended on tasting as much of him as possible.

  His cock hit the back of her throat, the taste of his come filling her mouth as it leaked from the tip.

  She hollowed her cheeks, wringing his cock.

  His grip tightened. “I’m going to come, baby. Let me go.”

  Like hell she was going to let him go. She made sure he knew it by curling her lips under her teeth and forcing him against the back of her throat.

  His body jerked as his cock pulsed hard, his come splashing down her esophagus in streams of his essence.

  As she swallowed every drop of him, desperate to make sure none of his flavor escaped, Keegan’s fingers landed on her clit, rubbing, teasing, pressing. Merciless in their torture.

  He pounded into her faster, harder than she’d experienced in any of their previous unions.

  Then again, if they felt half the need she was experiencing, she understood his total loss of control.

  One hand gripped her hip. The other flicked her clit.

  She came unexpectedly this time, her mind not registering until it was upon her. Her thighs gripped Keegan’s legs as he thrust one final time and groaned out his own release deep inside her pussy.

  When they were both sated, she finally let Trace’s cock slip from her lips. The darn shaft hadn’t lost its erection. There would be another round. Soon.

  And damned if she wanted anything else.

  She snuggled between her men as they fell into a comfortable pile. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

  “For letting you suck my cock?” Trace teased, stroking her belly idly.

  “For being so thoughtful. For caring to make me feel at home here.”

  “Anytime, honey.” Keegan’s hand firmed on her hip. “Always.”

  •●•

  “So, how did it go with the inspection today? Any merit to that email?” Trace stood to clear away the dinner dishes while he spoke to Keegan.

  Melinda pushed her chair back, but Trace stopped her. “Stay, babe. Let me.”

  He wanted her to know right out of the chute that she would never be considered anything less than their equal, and that included household chores.

  Keegan leaned back in his chair. “Unfortunately, there was a lot of merit to what that email contained.”

  Trace returned and took his seat again. “You think the developer cut corners?”

  “Yeah.” Keegan lifted his gaze toward Melinda. “And our mate wasn’t pleased with the vibe on the site either.”

  Trace shifted his gaze to watch her fiddling with her napkin, rolling one corner of it toward the center. “What did you feel?”

  She shrugged and blew out a breath. “It’s so hard to define. But that place isn’t safe. Not even now. I had the eerie sensation it was about to collapse and take down everyone working there. Illogical considering the only parts erected so far are the concrete foundation and some of the framework.”

  Trace knew enough to take her seriously. She’d been spot on with Rebecca, probably saving her life. He turned toward Keegan. “What can you do?”

  Keegan inhaled long and hard. “I don’t know. But my boss was there today. I showed him the email. I gave him a tour. As far as I can tell with a simple visual inspection, there’s a possibility everything in that email was true. Now, if only we could trace it and find the sender.”

  “Yeah. Good luck with that. The criminals always manage to stay one step ahead of law enforcement where technology is concerned.”

  “I was afraid of that.” Keegan’s shoulders slumped. “All I can really do right now is dig deeper into the accusations.”

  Trace looked back toward Melinda. “You okay?”

  She shrugged. “I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I think about it.”

  “She did look green,” Keegan added.

  Trace reached for her hand and covered it with his. “I’m sorry, baby. That’s awful. Does that happen to you often?”r />
  “The sensations yes, but not to that degree. The last time I felt that level of fear was when Rebecca was about to run the Spartan Race. And then we had a major earthquake.”

  Trace sucked in a sharp breath. “You think there could be another?”

  She shrugged again. “No idea.”

  Keegan leaned forward on his elbows. “Hon, just keep me posted if you get any other vibes. Okay?”

  “Of course.” She lifted her face to shoot him a sharp glare, if Trace wasn’t mistaken.

  He shifted his gaze from one mate to the other.

  Keegan lowered his face. “And I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.”

  She tugged her hand free of Trace’s and stood. “It’s okay. I’m sure if I were in your shoes, I’d be inclined to disbelieve the crazy medicine woman. I just hope no one gets hurt before I convince you of my abilities.”

  She turned and left the room.

  Trace winced. “I guess you pissed her off today?”

  “A few times. I don’t mean to be an ass. I swear. It’s hard. I’m being bombarded from every angle. The woman hates the casino, she hates what I do there, and she’s convinced the place is about to cave in.

  “And it doesn’t help that all I really want to do is lean her over any available surface and slide into her. She’s potent.”

  Trace set his hand on Keegan’s shoulder. “I know. I hear you. And we’ll get through this.”

  Keegan gave a wan smile. “We have no other choice.”

  Trace glanced down at Keegan’s hand. “Gonna tell me what happened to your hand?”

  Keegan cringed. “There’s no way to explain what happened without seeming like an idiot. I tripped.”

  “Over what?” Trace smirked.

  “That’s just it. Nothing.”

  “Nothing.”

  “Yeah. It was as if there was a concrete block in my way, but when I turned around, nothing was there. And I managed to slam my palm down on a pile of nails.”

  Melinda reappeared in the doorway. “You didn’t tell me all that.”

  Keegan cleared his throat. “Yeah. Well, I didn’t really want you to think I was a total klutz after knowing you for two days.”

  “Did anything else happen?” Trace asked.

  Melinda crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip out. “Did he mention the malfunctioning crane that dropped a two-by-four inches from him while he was giving his boss a tour?”

  “Nooo.” Trace was shocked.

  Keegan looked toward Melinda. “How did you know about that?”

  “Braden told me.”

  “Who’s Braden?” Trace asked.

  “The foreman.”

  “Right.”

  “I wish you two would see me as a grownup. All this coddling isn’t winning anyone any points.”

  Trace winced. “Baby, that’s not our intention.”

  “Really? What is your intention?”

  “Protection?” He widened his eyes. “Believe me, we know good and well you’re a grown woman. That’s perfectly clear. But where your safety is concerned—”

  Melinda interrupted. “We aren’t really talking about my safety here. Yours is in question. Not mine.” She sent Keegan a glare. “I didn’t trip over anything imaginary or almost get killed from a falling two-by-four.” She pursed her lips.

  Keegan twisted around to face Melinda. “Hon, please don’t take our protective stance with you as something meant to stifle. Our only intention is seeing to your safety.”

  “I’m not a child. You don’t need to withhold information. In fact, it would help if you kept me informed. I’ll have a better sense of things at that site. Seems like you both have a tendency to exert your alpha-male, he-man sides any chance you get.”

  Trace couldn’t resist commenting on that. “Seems like you enjoy it fine when you’re naked in the bedroom.”

  The flush that crept up her face was priceless.

  Keegan spoke before she had a chance to respond. “We love that, by the way.”

  “Listen, you two, while it may be true you both make me melt when your hands are on me, you have to find a way to keep your alpha wolfies under check. We’ll be at each other’s throats if you baby me. Don’t keep secrets from me. Don’t order me around in public. And for God’s sake, please don’t tease me into sexual submission someplace where you can’t or won’t follow through.” Her voice rose at that last request, and then she shot a pointed glare toward Keegan.

  Trace stood, shoving his chair backward so hard it almost fell over.

  Keegan did the same.

  Melinda stepped back. “Oh Lord.” She rolled her eyes. “The Alphas have come out to play.” She bumped into the wall in the hallway behind her. “Can you at least agree to my terms?”

  Trace looked at Keegan. “You?”

  “Not a chance.” Keegan slowly stalked her direction. “We’ll never allow you to do anything that might endanger you in any way. Not negotiable. We’ll think about the secret part, but anything we don’t say is purely done with the intention of not upsetting you or protecting you. And as for touching your sweet body? Well, I can’t keep my hands off you, so that isn’t likely to happen either.

  “I love that look on your face when you need to come. The way your mouth falls open, your cheeks flame, your legs clench, and your nipples bead. Much like right now.” Keegan took the last few strides toward her, plastering her to the wall.

  Trace angled in next to Keegan, inhaling deeply of the arousal his mate was putting off. He let his eyes flutter closed as he enjoyed the moment.

  Time to stop talking.

  •●•

  Wayne jerked from a deep sleep at the sound of his cell phone.

  “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he reached for the phone on his bedside table.

  Penelope rolled over next to him, but remained asleep.

  Wayne looked at the caller ID and quickly answered the call while slipping out of bed. He made his way out of the room and shut the door behind him before he spoke. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

  “We have a problem,” Roy stated, ignoring his partner’s ridiculous rhetorical question.

  “What now?” Wayne leaned against the wall and crossed his legs. He needed another complication like a hole in his head.

  “I just got finished going through several hours of video from the construction office. Phillips is getting too close for comfort. He’s been investigating Friedmont’s allegations.”

  Wayne groaned. “Fuck.”

  “You’ve got that right.”

  “How many people know?”

  “No idea, the inspector and his boss were the only ones in the room. I listened to their conversation about Friedmont’s email.”

  “Shit. I had hoped they had so many warning and threatening emails, this one was just a drop in the bucket with the others.”

  “Me too.”

  “I’ll get someone to handle it.” Wayne ended the call before Roy could say another word. He wiped a hand down his face and stared into the dark.

  Dammit. He needed the extension of this mess to shrink, not grow larger. He scrolled down his contacts and made another call.

  The phone rang three times before anyone picked up. “Yes?” His voice was shaky. As it should be, receiving a call in the middle of the night.

  “You’re taking care of this, right?”

  Silence.

  Wayne’s voice rose. “Do you think I’m bluffing?”

  “No. I just don’t see what I can do.” The man’s voice was muffled.

  “Figure it out. Make it happen. I’m not going to give you a manual. Make sure Keegan Phillips comes up empty-handed one way or another. I don’t want this to escalate. If the authorities get involved, I’m going to be furious.”

  “I don’t see how I’m going to keep the sheriff from being notified.”

  “Well, then at least make sure they find nothing when they get to the site. Got it?”

  �
�Yes.”

  “Do you value your life, asshole?”

  “Yes.” The man’s voice shook with fear.

  “Then make this go away.” Wayne ended the call without another word.

  Fuck. He’d never get back to sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  An alarm was going off somewhere in the recesses of Melinda’s mind. She didn’t recognize the tone. Still, she tried to tug an arm out from beneath the covers to slap at it. It came from somewhere to her left…

  Her arms were trapped, pinned to her sides.

  Her eyes shot open.

  Jesus. When would she get used to this? She was surrounded by testosterone. Enough for sixty men. They each had an arm across her waist. They slept like the dead.

  “Trace,” she muttered, unable to get her voice to work quite right. It crackled and sounded nothing like her. The horrific buzzing was coming from his side of the bed. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Trace. Babe.” She tugged her arm again. Pinned.

  He groaned, his head the only thing moving. And then he managed to reach out with one arm and slap the clock hard without moving another muscle. “Fuck.”

  It was dark in the room. She couldn’t see past either man to glimpse a clock and ascertain the time. “You have to work first shift again?”

  “Mm hmm.” He snuggled closer to her, as if that were possible, nuzzling her neck until she giggled. “And you’re coming with me this time.”

  “What?” She squirmed to escape his teasing mouth. “No way. I’m not going to follow you around the sheriff’s office all day. And besides, I don’t do o’dark thirty.” It was against her religion to have even one eye open at this ungodly hour.

  “You do today,” he whispered against her ear, his mouth having traveled there to nibble on her lobe.

  Keegan stirred on her other side. His voice was gravelly when he mumbled into the dark. “Good luck with her, man. She’s fucking hell on wheels when you have her with you in public.”

  Melinda finally managed to wiggle one arm free when Keegan rolled slightly off her. She used it to playfully slap his shoulder. “That’s just mean.”

  He chuckled, low and deep, his voice awakening her passion in an instant.