Hard to Hold
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“Jo came here to help me,” Amy stated, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. “She died because she thought there was something off about Kelly.”
Wolfe nodded.
“I’m done sitting back and waiting for him to kill me.”
Rhys cringed at her choice of words.
“And I can’t sit back and let Jo’s death be in vain.”
Rhys leaned forward and took her hand, linking their fingers. Yes, they were in public. In the diner, for crying out loud. Probably no more of a public place right in the heart of the gossip grapevine than right here, but Rhys didn’t care. He could still hear Calvin’s words ringing in his ears. Family. That was what was most important.
Which meant he would deal with the fallout when it came, and he knew Wolfe and Amy would be right there beside him.
“You are the strongest woman I have ever met,” Rhys told her, his voice rough, his chest aching from the churn of emotion that built whenever he thought about all she’d been through.
Amy shook her head, but Rhys silenced her by pulling her closer. He pressed his mouth to hers. “It wasn’t a question,” he told her. “It’s the truth. And whatever you wanna do, we’re right here. At your side.”
Wolfe leaned in and took her other hand.
Of course, he happened to do so at the exact moment that Donna walked up to refill their coffee.
“Sheesh,” the older woman said, chuckling. “I shoulda known.” Donna peered down at Amy. “Girl, if anyone can keep these ol’ boys straight, I think it’ll be you.” She topped off two of the cups, then patted Amy on the shoulder. “Good luck, hon.”
A smile formed on Amy’s lips and it grew wider as she stared back at the two of them.
“I’m not sure anyone can keep you boys in line.” She leaned in closer. “But I’m damn sure willing to try.”
Wolfe lifted an eyebrow and glanced over at Rhys.
“Amen.”
31
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Two days later
“You ready to head home?” he 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. He 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, Wolfe started reorganizing his work area for tomorrow. He went to the far corner and grabbed a small can of stain—red oak—for an armoire he was working on. As he was walking back, his cell phone rang.
He glanced down to see that it was…
Wolfe 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.” His throat was dry as he tried to swallow.
“Well, this is that day.”
He 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.
Wolfe’s 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,” he insisted. “Keep talkin’.”
Wolfe’s gaze swung up to the second floor. He could see the break room door was closed, and he 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?” Wolfe had to know.
“Yes. Fully. But I’m…”
Naked. He 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 Wolfe could hear the embarrassment.
He had to give her credit for trying.
“I wanna watch, Amy,” Wolfe 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 Rhys eats your pussy? While he makes you come?”
Wolfe didn’t move from where he was, despite what he said. He wasn’t sure his legs would hold him up, and the friction from his jeans against his dick would likely have him coming. Probably not a wise move here in the warehouse.
“Talk to me, baby,” he urged. “Tell me how it feels. How his tongue feels sliding against your clit.”
“Good … so good. Oh, God! Now he’s… Rhys … your fingers … they feel so good.”
“Is he fingering 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 his dick.
“Rhys … oh, yes … right there. Right there!” Amy cried out and Wolfe closed his eyes, picturing how fucking hot she was when she came.
Son of a bitch.
And to think, all this torture had been his own damn fault.
Not that he was complaining.
Not one single bit.
When Wolfe heard the door open at the top of the stairs, he was still leaning against the table. As soon as they both appeared on the landing, he waved toward the door.
“Time to go home,” he said gruffly.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He smiled at the pair of them. “Then it’s my turn.”
Kelly sat in his SUV, watching as Amy and two men came out of the oversized warehouse. He had watched the tattooed cowboy he’d seen the other night come out about an hour ago. A little searching on his phone and he 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.
He 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 he’d noticed during his trip to Embers Ridge today. There were a couple of additions to this town since the last time he’d been there in the form of security agents.
Kelly figured they were there to protect Amy, possibly even looking for him specifically.
He should’ve known she had opened her big fucking mouth.
He’d known it was only a matter of time before she went spilling her guts to anyone who would listen.
Kelly tilted his head down, cell phone to his ear as he mouthed a pretend phone call when two guys walked out of the gas station directly across the street from the furniture warehouse where Kelly 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 him? 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 him, anyway. Hell, he was the chief of police of Houston. He had the entire fucking department behind him.
However, it did mean he was going to have to lie low for a while.
But not for long.
After all, he’d never been the kind for loose ends.
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Acknowledgments
Sometimes a story simply comes. This was one of those times and I have to say, I am so lucky to have such a great group of people who back me when it comes to my crazy thought process.
First and always, I have to thank my wonderfully patient husband who puts up with me every single day. If it wasn’t for him and his belief that I could (and can) do this, I wouldn’t be writing this today. He has been my backbone, my rock, the very reason I continue to believe in myself.
Chancy Powley – If you don’t like something, you tell me. And that, my friend, makes a truly fantastic beta reader. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been doing this for 4 years now. I can’t wait to see what the next 4 has in store.
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