Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

Each time she was tempted to set the record straight, she pictured Wyatt or Trent’s face. More than once she had to go and sit in the kitchen for a few minutes until the urge passed. She told them about every time this occurred, and was rewarded with the most passionate lovemaking she’d ever experienced for doing so.

When she spent the night with both men, she didn’t even mind that Wyatt had to get up early the next morning, or that she was usually exhausted by the time she worked her shift the next evening. Her ass, pussy, and mouth weren’t constantly sore now, but she was still acutely aware of the sensations that lingered from having them filled with each man’s dick almost every night. It was a sweet burn because it included erotic memories.

The guys called or texted her all day long, and sent her humorous or sexual cartoons that had her laughing out loud during her shift, or when she was alone in the apartment. Peppi was only home three evenings a week, and those were the nights she didn’t have class, but she was always studying. She was home every night to sleep as well, but since Ria didn’t spend too many nights away from Wyatt and Trent, they rarely saw each other.

One Sunday evening, after a play and sex session with both men, Ria woke up after sleeping a couple of hours and was hungry. Wyatt and Trent were both sleeping soundly, so she put on one of Trent’s shirts and went down to the kitchen. She’d just finished making herself a sandwich when she heard footfalls on the stairs.

* * * *

Wyatt peeked around the corner, grinning as his gaze traveled over Ria’s form. “That shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on him.”

“Oh, I don’t know. You both look pretty good in pale colors.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“I know it, Sir. You’re a sound sleeper so I’m surprised to see you up. Did I wake you?”

“No. I have a lot on my mind.”

She removed two slices of bread from the wrapper and began to make him a sandwich. “Pull up a stool and tell me about it, then.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. Unless you can’t talk about it.”

“I can talk about it.”

“I’m a good listener. Well, I am now. I don’t do much talking anymore.”

He studied her face for a few seconds. “You’re doing a phenomenal job. You know that, right?”

She grinned as she pushed his plate in front of him. “I know you two have spies in Luke’s Bar almost every time I work.”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “I hope you know we aren’t sending people there. It’s pure coincidence.”

“But they keep tabs on me and report back to you two, right?”

“How did you know?” He had hoped no one would say anything to her. He didn’t want her thinking that he and Trent had been lying about trusting her, but he hadn’t been able to stop any of them from telling him and his brother that Ria no longer gossiped at work, even when everyone around her was dong so.

“I didn’t. Not until right now.”

He couldn’t help but laugh as relief washed through him. “Oh, I see. Using my trial lawyer tricks against me. Good one.”

She nodded. “And you probably thought I pay no attention when you talk about work.”

“I know you do. But seriously, Trent and I are both so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me.”

“Has it been difficult?”

“Very.”

“Then that makes it all the more impressive.”

They ate in silence for a few moments. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Oh, that.” He finished his sandwich, then took a deep breath. “Ned was sent to a prison in Michigan, but now he wants to tell the whole story in exchange for getting out earlier.”

“Is the DA going to let him do that?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m not even sure he can get Ned’s sentence reduced any further, to be honest. He had to pull enough strings as it was to get Ned sent to an out-of-state prison. Complicating that is the simple fact that Sean, Chad, and Harrison don’t need Ned’s help anymore. We’ve heard rumors that they’re closing in on fitting together the pieces of this entire operation, and it’s bigger than any of us first thought.”

He debated whether to tell her this next part, but he had to get it off his chest. “Remember when Sean told us that Pearl was having second thoughts about everything, including the shop?”

Ria nodded.

“She finally came to see us a few days ago. She definitely wants out of the original deal At first she was afraid to seek out an attorney because she thought she was being watched, but she said she can’t live like this anymore.”

“Can she get out of it?”

“We’re looking into it for her, but in all honesty, getting out of the original contract she signed for the new shop is the least of her worries. I advised her to let them finish it, and then sell it. There are plenty of small business owners in Racy who would love to have it.”

“What did she do with the second contract Sean mentioned? The one that would put her in business with this mystery thief?”

“She burned it. But she said that she’s constantly looking over her shoulder, and is afraid of what will happen when the shop is finally done. She won’t go along with the plan to store things in the shop now that she understands what’s really going on. We told her that since the cops are on to all that, the people behind this wouldn’t be foolish enough to try and make her go along with it now or they’d be caught, but she’s still spooked.”

Ria hugged herself, and Wyatt scooted his stool closer to hers and massaged her right arm. “Don’t you worry, okay? Sean and the others won’t let anything happen to Pearl. But she realizes now that she basically made a deal with the devil, and she wants no part of it.”

“How deep does this go?” She held up a hand. “Wait…this isn’t gossiping, is it? I mean on my part?”

“No, sweetheart. It’s not. I’m actually glad you’re awake. I need to get this off my chest, and Trent’s eyes glaze over when I try to talk to him about stuff like this.”

“I’m right here, Wyatt. Just tell me. I swear to you I’ll never repeat it.”

He stared into her dark eyes, struck not for the first time by how far under his skin he’d let her crawl. It had never happened before. He’d never allowed it to. Every time he’d felt a woman getting too close, he’d found one bullshit excuse after another to end it. He was married to his job, and he hadn’t wanted anything to interfere with it. Now, he realized how asinine that had been. Ria didn’t interfere with it. She made him a better person just by being who she was inside, and letting the world see that.

“Are you okay?” Her voice, so soft yet full of concern, was enough to make him forget his own name.

“Yes. Just thinking about everything, and wishing this town could catch a break already. What a year.”

“Longer than that, really. Kari moving back here with Alexa almost two years ago started all this.”

He nodded. “That’s true. But she didn’t know the guy she’d witnessed murder someone would get away and find her, and Alexa certainly hadn’t expected her ex-Dom to come after her.”

“And now we have what? Organized crime? What’s really going on with these people from Philadelphia and Louisville?”

“They’re a multi-state ring of thieves who open shops in small towns, blackmail the owners into letting them store certain items in the back rooms, and then use those shops as fronts to move stolen articles in and out. All upfront and legit business on the outside, run by people who are too damned scared to say anything, or who are in so deep by the time they figure out what’s really going on, that they’re afraid to go to their local cops.”

“This sounds more like FBI stuff. Do they know about this?”

He nodded. “They do. Sean and Chad have contacts in Indy. They’ve actually had them involved for a while now. They just haven’t said anything, for obvious reasons.”

“And Pearl got sucked into this because she was afraid to keep her shop on Riverfront after what happened at The Fit Bod last summer, right?”

Wyatt nodded as he recalled how an AWOL soldier named Jay Nichols had targeted Cherilyn Barker in an attempt to get back at her late husband, after Jay had sold out to the Taliban in Afghanistan. Nichols and Chuck Barker had once served together in that area before Chuck was killed by a sniper. Cherilyn had been kidnapped by Nichols out on US Route 231 and the Racy police had found her just before he’d killed her.

Everyone in Racy had been wary of the neighborhood along Riverfront Drive for a long time, because Nichols had first broken into The Fit Bod twice, trying to find information on Cherilyn. But Wyatt knew that any area of town was just as vulnerable as another, and he wished that Pearl had talked to someone on the police force before jumping the gun on her new shop. Now, she’d more than likely have to see the construction through and then hope to sell the shop once it was completed, unless she could find someone to take it over before it was finished.

“So, is that all that’s bothering you, or is there more?”

“That’s enough, isn’t it?”

“It sure is. I’ll bet you wish you could do more.”

“I always do.”

“You know, I used to hate attorneys. Well, maybe ‘hate’ is too strong a word. I didn’t respect them.”

“Well, let’s be fair. You had Jim Turner as an example.”

Ria rolled her eyes. “God. When I think of…never mind. You’re right. But Bonnie is one, too. I just never realized all that the public defenders do for the residents of this town. I guess I’ve had my head in the sand about a lot of things for a long time now.”

He grinned at her. “You’re surfacing now. You’ll be okay.”

“Will I really? Can I do this? I mean, I know I can do this for now, but can I make it last?”

“You are doing it, hon. Just be patient.”

“But what if I revert back to my old self?”

He took her hands. “Ria, change is difficult. Most people never do half of what they say they will. You have to want it. You have to feel it, deep down in your soul.” He felt it. He was ready for it. He was more than ready to let Ria in as deeply as she wanted to be, and that realization should have scared the shit out of him, but it didn’t. Instead, his heart nearly burst with pride and love—yes, it could only be called that—for this sweet, beautiful girl who had been hiding under an image of someone she truly wasn’t. To think he’d helped this entirely other person emerge made him feel like the most powerful man on the planet.

“Without you and Trent, I wouldn’t have done this at all.”

“Not true. I don’t believe that. You were ready before you became involved with us. All we did was help you start. You would have come to this place on your own, eventually. I believe that.”

She stared into his eyes with so much trust and clarity, that Wyatt nearly stopped breathing. How long had it been since he’d dreamed about looking into a woman’s eyes and seeing those emotions? Years. He’d given up a long time ago, but Ria had brought it all back. All the longing, the need, and the urgent desire to have what his closest friends had already found. She was right here, and had been all along. He’d simply never seen it.

She moved toward him first, but before she barely had her feet on the floor, he slid off the stool and pulled her into a tight embrace, capturing her mouth in a kiss. He tasted turkey, mayo, and tomato, but he didn’t care. Since they’d both eaten the same thing, did it really matter? She certainly wasn’t pulling away from the sloppy kiss, so he shoved his tongue further into her mouth and slid his hands under that impossibly long shirt.

She groaned softly as he grasped her tits and kneaded them, wishing he could bury himself between them and never resurface. Then again, it was a toss-up as to whether he’d rather spend the rest of his life between her breasts, or in her pussy. As long as the rest of her was attached to it, that didn’t matter either. He only wanted Ria. All of her. Body, heart, and soul.

He backed her up against the nearest hard surface, which was the kitchen counter, but she flinched. The edge of it was too sharp. He pulled away from her mouth. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She glanced around, looking for a spot, just like he was doing. Wyatt chuckled as he eyed the floor, then looked into her eyes. She grinned, then her gaze fell on the small, round table. The wood was smooth, its edges almost rounded. She walked toward it and he followed, like a dog in heat, sniffing out the nearest female.

She hiked up the shirt, exposing her perfect ass, and bent over the table, resting her arms and chest on it. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard, fast, and deep.”

“Holy shit…” What had this woman done to him? Wyatt smacked her ass cheeks. She’d taken so much impact play from them in the past few weeks that she actually had faint bruises on both of them, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she loved it. The more they introduced her to, the more she wanted.

He slid two fingers into her pussy and she cried out, making fists. “Sir…may I come?”

“Yeah. Absolutely.” He couldn’t even fucking think. This wasn’t the time to tease her or force her to hold back. He was ready to explode, and she was as well. He could smell it on her. He pulled his fingers out and slid his dick into her pussy. When her orgasm let go, he had to fight to hold on.

She screamed, beat her fists on the table top, and pushed her ass against him in an attempt to get even more of him inside. He was in all the way as it was. His balls slapped her clit with each thrust. He planted his feet again to gain a better balance, and placed one hand on each hip to hold her closer. He could fuck her every day for the rest of his life and never, ever grow tired of her cries, her soft moans and whispers, the smell of her, or the look in her eyes when they were done. That look had rendered him a useless fool for this girl, and he loved it. He welcomed it.

Sweat poured down his face when he finally let go. He was actually dizzy as he squeezed out the last possible drop, so he dropped into the closest chair before pulling her onto his lap to cradle her against his body. He didn’t want them both to fall onto the floor, not that it would really matter if they did. He only wanted to hold her, stroke her, and whisper how proud he was of her, and how much he enjoyed her, every second of each day.