Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Wolfe
“You ready to head home?” I called up to Amy.
“In a minute!”
What in the world was that girl working on? She’d been locked away in her office for almost two hours straight. I hadn’t seen her since the last time she came down to use the restroom and clean out the coffeepot.
The most confusing part was the fact that she had called Rhys to come over, and he’d been up there for the past half hour with her, doing God only knew what.
Figuring they’d be down in a minute, I started reorganizing my work area for tomorrow. I went to the far corner and grabbed a small can of stain—red oak—for an armoire I was working on. As I was walking back, my cell phone rang.
I glanced down to see that it was…
I stopped walking. “Hello?”
“Hi,” Amy greeted, her voice smoky and seductive.
Oh, hell.
“Remember how you told me one day I’d call you when Rhys and I were … you know?”
“Yeah.” My throat was dry as I tried to swallow.
“Well, this is that day.”
I breathed out heavily, then leaned against one of the tables that needed to be taken over to the store. “Is it now?”
“It is and … oh, God,” she hissed softly. “Rhys…”
Son of a bitch.
My dick hardened instantly at the sound. “What’s he doin’ to you, darlin’?”
“He’s…” Amy moaned softly. “I’m on the couch. Naked. And … and Rhys is kneeling on the floor in front of me… He’s … oh, yes.”
“Don’t stop,” I insisted. “Keep talkin’.”
My gaze swung up to the second floor. I could see the break room door was closed, and I could practically picture the two of them in there. Amy laid out on the couch with Rhys’s head between her splayed thighs.
“His tongue is…” Another moan.
“Is Rhys dressed?” I had to know.
“Yes. Fully. But I’m…”
Naked. I knew.
Holy fuck.
“What’s he doin’ to you?”
“His tongue is licking me and … God, it feels so good.”
“Where’s he lickin’ you?”
“My … my pussy.” Her words were softly spoken and I could hear the embarrassment.
I had to give her credit for trying.
“I wanna watch, Amy,” I told her. “I wanna watch while he licks your sweet pussy.”
“Oh, my … Rhys … don’t stop.”
“Can I watch, baby? Can I come upstairs and watch while he eats your pussy? While he makes you come?”
I didn’t move from where I was, despite what I said. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me up, and the friction from my jeans against my dick would likely have me coming. Probably not a wise move here in the warehouse.
“Talk to me, baby,” I urged. “Tell me how it feels. How his tongue feels slidin’ against your clit.”
“Good … so good. Oh, God! Now he’s… Rhys … your fingers … they feel so good.”
“Is he fingerin’ you? How many fingers is he usin’?”
“Two. He’s … fucking me with two fingers and his tongue is flicking my clit. Wolfe … it’s … it’s too much.”
Amy was panting through the phone and the sound was so damn sweet, it was as though she were breathing right on my dick.
“Rhys … oh, yes … right there. Right there!” Amy cried out and I closed my eyes, picturing how fucking hot she was when she came.
Son of a bitch.
And to think, all this torture had been my own damn fault.
Not that I was complaining.
Not one single bit.
When I heard the door open at the top of the stairs, I was still leaning against the table. As soon as they appeared on the landing, I waved toward the door.
“Time to go home,” I said gruffly.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” I smiled at the pair of them. “Then it’s my turn.”
Kelly
I sat in my SUV, watching as Amy and two men came out of the oversized warehouse.
I had watched the tattooed cowboy I'd seen the other night come out about an hour ago. A little searching on my phone and I found out who the owners were and what it was they did there. It didn’t take much to realize Amy was working there now.
I had been a little surprised to see the sheriff disappear inside a short while ago. And now the three of them were walking out together, the sheriff’s arm around Amy.
Granted, that wasn’t all I'd noticed during my trip to Embers Ridge today. There were a couple of additions to this town since the last time I'd been there in the form of security agents.
I figured they were there to protect Amy, possibly even looking for me specifically.
I should’ve known she had opened her big fucking mouth.
I'd known it was only a matter of time before she went spilling her guts to anyone who would listen.
I tilted my head down, cell phone to my ear as I mouthed a pretend phone call when two guys walked out of the gas station directly across the street from the furniture warehouse where I was parked. They looked like cowboys, but their eyes were trained to take in their surroundings.
Yep. These guys certainly weren’t amateurs.
But even so. What could they do? Approach me? It wasn’t like Amy could prove anything. If she did decide to speak up, it wasn’t like anyone was going to believe her over me, anyway. Hell, I was the chief of police of Houston. I had the entire fucking department behind me.
However, it did mean I was going to have to lie low for a while.
But not for long.
After all, I'd never been the kind for loose ends.