Chapter 18 #2
I could hear Rhys and Wolfe talking in the living room. “He … uh … I … yeah. Yes. He’s here.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I wasn’t sure if I should defend myself or Rhys or even Wolfe. And if I needed to, I didn’t have the first clue what I would say.
Reagan laughed again. “Don’t worry, girl. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“What? No. It’s…” I sighed.
“He’s my brother, remember? I know all about what he’s into. And hey, it’s none of my business. Are you happy?”
“Yes,” I blurted, not even having to think about it.
“Then that’s all that matters. As long as everyone’s on the same page, you’re not hurtin’ nobody.”
I had no idea if I was supposed to reply to that, so I didn’t. “Since I won’t be home, you’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed if you want. You know, if the futon’s not comfortable.”
“The futon’s great, but thanks for the offer.”
“Sure. And I’ll … uh … see you tomorrow night.”
“Yep. See you then. Be safe. And Amy?”
“Hmm?”
“If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”
Reagan probably didn’t realize just how much that meant to me. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
The phone disconnected and I stared at it for a minute, wondering what I'd done. Rhys had mentioned that he was bisexual but that he didn’t broadcast it. Then there was the tension between their families. What if Reagan said something? What if word got out?
I fell back on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“Everything cool in here?”
I opened one eye and peeked over at the door. Rhys was leaning against it, his eyes on me.
“Yes.” I sighed again. “No. I don’t know.”
“What’s up?”
Turning my head, I looked at him. “I talked to Reagan. I told her I wouldn’t be home, that I was staying with a friend. She guessed about Wolfe and I didn’t deny it. Then she asked if you were here and…” I covered my face with my hand. “What have I done?”
Rhys joined me on the bed, sitting down with his knee bent, foot tucked beneath his opposite thigh. “It’s fine. My sister doesn’t share my personal business.”
I uncovered my face. “What about the Caines and the Trevinos? If they’re rivals, how is this”—I waved toward the other room where Wolfe was—“supposed to work?”
“Well, it’s not like it’s the Wild West. There won’t be a shootout at high noon.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the mental image that drew.
“And besides, if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. That’s the way the world works.”
“Are you the philosophical kind?” I asked, trying to put some accusation in my tone.
“Not on your life, but that’s one thing I know for certain.” He tapped my nose. “Now, for the reason I came in here.”
“You didn’t come to sneak a peek under my shirt, did you?” I laughed when he tickled my thigh.
“No and yes. No, that isn’t the reason I came in here initially. But then I saw you on the bed and…” He reached for the hem, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him.
Rhys laughed. “Wolfe wants to know if you wanna go out to the range for a bit. The sun’s goin’ down, so it’s not quite as hot. Maybe you can get in some practice.”
I bounced up off the bed.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
With a little squeal, I ran to the bathroom to put on my own clothes.
Rhys
The three of them had spent two hours on the range and the time had flown by.
Amy had been open to learning how to shoot more than just a shotgun, eager even, and we’d been more than happy to arm her and show her how to protect herself. Had she known long ago…
No, I didn’t even want to think about that. I couldn’t change history, no matter how much I wanted to.
Wolfe had picked up a compact Ruger at a pawn shop that he told her would be perfect for her. It was, and once Amy understood how the sight worked, the woman was a damn good shot. I had been impressed.
Now that we were back at Wolfe’s, I was showing her how to clean her gun while Wolfe was in the shower.
“So, can I carry the gun with me?” Amy asked, looking up at me.
“You’ll have to take the state-required course to carry open or concealed, but yeah. If you get the license, you can carry it with you. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need more practice.”
She openly studied the gun lying on the table, her finger trailing over it.
I liked that she wasn’t afraid of it, but I definitely wanted her to get more comfortable.
I had grown up shooting, and I was sure Wolfe had, too.
That was how our families were. Shotguns, rifles, handguns.
They’d been a part of my life for as far back as I could remember.
Hell, I'd gone on my first hunting trip with my dad and grandfather when I was four.
Wolfe came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of basketball shorts riding low on his narrow hips, no shirt, and bare feet. He was rubbing a towel over his hair as he came into the kitchen. He looked between us, both of us openly staring.
“What’s up?”
I glanced down at Amy and we smiled at each other. Clearly our brains were on the same wavelength.
“What?” Wolfe asked again, laying the towel over the back of a chair. “What did I miss?”
“It should be a crime for you to walk around without a shirt on,” Amy said, her tone sweet yet mischievous.
“Is that right?”
She giggled. “Luckily for us both, we’ve got the sheriff here with us.”
Wolfe and I both laughed.
“You spend a lot of time comin’ up with that one?” Wolfe teased.
“Nope,” she answered easily. “I’m just witty like that.”
“And sassy,” I noted. “I like it.”
Amy seemed to like that I'd called her that. I assumed she hadn’t been teased much over the years. With the devastation of losing her parents, then her aunt and uncle, and having to live with a monster, she probably hadn’t laughed much, either.
“But sassy might require some punishment,” Wolfe noted.
The instant the word was off Wolfe’s tongue, I was sure he realized what he’d said. However, he didn’t take it back, didn’t stumble over it the way I probably would have.
As for how Amy took it…
I watched her, wondering whether or not she understood that, for most people, it wasn’t referring to the pain that had been inflicted upon her. After all she’d been through…
“Hmm,” she said, a playful gleam in her eye. “What did you have in mind?”
Wolfe looked at me, then back at Amy. “I was thinkin’ more orgasms.”
“Yep. Me, too. I think that’s the perfect punishment,” I added.
“Well…” Amy got to her feet, stretched leisurely, her T-shirt baring her stomach. She looked as though she was gearing up to go to bed. Of course, then she grinned. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Before she could get two steps, Wolfe had tossed her over his shoulder and was carrying her to the bedroom. She giggled, her hands gripping his shorts, tugging them down and baring Wolfe’s ass as the big man made the distance to the bedroom disappear in as few steps as possible.
I was right behind them.
Wolfe put her on her feet, tugged up his shorts, then took a step back, his heated eyes trailing over her. “Shirt has to go.”
Amy seemed to accept his instruction as a dare, reaching down and deftly removing her T-shirt.
I was content to watch the action, admire the woman standing before us in a pair of jeans and a plain white bra.
“Now the jeans,” Wolfe added.
She was a little more seductive as she watched the two of us, slowly unbuttoning the jeans, then easing the zipper down. She shimmied them over her hips before letting them fall to the floor.
Good God, the woman was so fucking hot. I didn’t think she even realized how hot. Her sweet innocence only added to the smoldering look in her eye.
“So damn hot,” I groaned.
“Might as well lose the bra and panties while you’re at it,” Wolfe rasped. “It’ll save us time later.”
“I will if you lose the shorts,” she countered, hands on her hips.
In the blink of an eye, Wolfe had his shorts off and was standing buck-ass naked, his cock bobbing excitedly. I couldn’t help but admire him, too. Lean and ripped, Wolfe Caine made my mouth water.
“Oh, my God,” Amy said under her breath, her eyes focused on Wolfe’s very hard, very imposing cock.
Yep. That was what I had thought the first time, too.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that and he’s gonna get too excited,” Wolfe said, that warning growl accompanying his words as he gripped his cock in one big hand, stroking slowly.
Amy turned to me. “Now you, Sheriff.” She smirked. “I think Wolfe would like to help you out.”
I was going to have to do some work to catch up with them since I still had my damn boots on.
“You first,” Wolfe told her. “Then I’ll strip him while you watch.”
As though that was one hell of a prize, Amy removed the bra and panties, tossing them to the side of the bed.
I focused on breathing when Wolfe moved in behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as I worked on my belt buckle. Knowing this would take a while, I helped us along by toeing off my boots.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed, leaning into Wolfe when the man pulled my cock from my boxers, his rough grip sending shockwaves through my insides.
Before I could process what was happening, Amy was in front of me.
On her knees.
And holy fucking hell…
It was a damn good thing Wolfe was behind me. Otherwise, I would’ve been on the floor.
She looked so damn sweet, so innocent, kneeling before me, her hands sliding up my jean-clad thighs. Rather than go for my dick, she reached for the waistband and tugged the denim down.
I didn’t move a muscle, my attention on remembering how to breathe when she did slide her soft hand over my erection. Between her soft touch and Wolfe’s rough, callused fingers, I was sucking in air, my eyes fixated on their hands.
“Taste him,” Wolfe instructed from over my shoulder, sliding the head of my dick over Amy’s bottom lip.
“Oh, hell,” I hissed.
Wolfe pressed closer to my back, his dick grinding against my ass. As if that wasn’t distracting enough, Amy took the head of my cock in her luscious mouth. I hissed, unable to look away, unable to breathe.
She was watching me as she hesitantly sucked, then licked the swollen head before taking me between her lips once again.
“Don’t stop doin’ that,” I said, the words coming out strained. “Feels so good, baby.”
That seemed to encourage her, because she repeated the motions over and over again, driving me absolutely crazy.
While Amy gave me the sexiest—albeit most inexperienced—blow job I'd ever received, Wolfe managed to rid me of my remaining clothes.
When Wolfe came to stand on Amy’s other side, she turned, keeping one hand on my cock while she reached for his. I grinned when Wolfe growled. Now he knew how it felt. Her simple touch was enough to blow a man’s head clean off his body. Both of them.
“Damn, baby.” Wolfe set his hand on the top of her head when she leaned in and licked the tip of his cock. “I’ve dreamed about that mouth on me.”
Again, she seemed to need the encouraging words because she became more confident, alternating between taking both of us in her mouth. But the next time she focused on me, Wolfe went to his knees, giving me an evil grin.
They were going to double-team me.
As much as I wanted it, I wasn’t sure I'd survive it.
Not that I wouldn’t give it a shot.
After all, I wasn’t a quitter.