Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(63)

Wolfe’s back bowed as pleasure so intense slammed into him.

And then the man was riding his cock, impaling himself while Wolfe and Amy watched. Thankfully, Rhys did all the work.

“Stroke his dick,” Wolfe ordered Amy. “Jack him off while he rides me, darlin’.”

Her small hand shifted to Rhys’s thick cock, stroking in a rhythm that matched Rhys’s movements.

“Fuck, yes…” Rhys groaned, his eyes closing.

Unable to help himself, Wolfe gripped Rhys’s thighs, punching his hips upward to meet Rhys on the down stroke.

“Close…” Wolfe warned. “So fucking close.”

And a few seconds later, he proved that point, coming in a rush as the pleasure stole his breath and more than half his brain cells.



Watching Rhys and Wolfe together had become one of Amy’s absolute favorite things. Seeing the intense pleasure on their faces … it left her feeling a rush of love so deep it was sometimes painful, and always scary. But in a good way. The sort of way that made her breath hitch and her insides quiver. She had never known that something could feel as good as being in love with both of these men.

When Wolfe roared his release, Amy’s eyes were fixated on the spot where they were joined. It was probably the reason she didn’t realize Rhys had moved, coming over her.

She smiled up at him as his warm weight covered her. Cradling his hips with her thighs, she sighed deeply when he easily pushed inside her, his cock filling her so perfectly.

“Heaven,” Rhys whispered, his mouth hovering over hers. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Ditto,” she said on a breathless moan.

“Need you,” Rhys mumbled against her lips. “Right now.”

She knew exactly what that meant and Amy was completely on board. Although they’d thoroughly taken care of her earlier, it seemed her body was always ready for more. Always.

And over the course of the past few weeks, ever since they’d declared their love, it was as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Both Wolfe and Rhys had become a welcome distraction in her life. Even though fear still flooded her as she waited for that monster to return, it was hard to dwell on it when she was finally living a life she’d never thought she’d have.

“Love you,” Rhys whispered again, lifting his head and meeting her gaze.

Amy smiled. “Love you, too,” she said softly.

His hips jerked forward, driving him deeper. She sucked in a breath and tightened her hold on him.

“More,” she pleaded. She loved the tender sides to these men, but when they lost their control … that was what she longed for. More and more every day.

Rhys gave her exactly what she asked for, slamming into her, retreating. Harder, faster. It was the ultimate high, her nerve endings lighting up until she was trying to catch her breath.

“Rhys!” Her body tensed as her orgasm plowed through her, stealing the air from her lungs.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Wolfe growled from beside them.

Seconds later, Rhys came, his hips stilling, his body settling over her. And though his warm weight pressed her deeper into the mattress, Amy held on tight and refused to let go.



After a quick shower, Rhys got dressed for work. Although Amy and Wolfe had played hooky this morning, Rhys didn’t have that luxury. Granted, he also didn’t have to be to work until later, so it worked out for them.

As he was holstering his gun, his cell phone rang. He pulled it from the case and glanced at the screen before shooting a quick look to Wolfe, who was standing in the bedroom doorway watching him.

“Trevino,” he greeted.

“Hey. It’s RT.”

“What’s up?”

“I just got word that Kelly Jackson has slipped past the agent we have watchin’ him.”

“And that means what?”

“One minute he was havin’ breakfast at a small diner and the next he was gone. His car’s gone, too.”

“Again,” Rhys said, trying to hang on to his patience, “what does that mean?”

“I have a sneakin’ suspicion he’s on his way there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve got another agent watchin’ his house and he’s not there. He seems to be a creature of habit. Work and home, those are the only two places he goes regularly.”

Rhys waited, knowing there had to be a point.

“This mornin’, he went into the office earlier than usual, but he didn’t stay long. Woman we’ve got on the inside said he was quiet, cancelled two meetings for the afternoon.” RT sighed. “Add to that there was a report this mornin’ that revealed the full details of the explosion…”

“Fuck.”

“We knew we couldn’t keep the truth completely outta the news forever. Some nosy reporter figured out there were no dead bodies.”

Shit. And now Rhys was at a loss. It wasn’t like he could call his deputies and tell them to keep an eye out for this bastard. Hell, he couldn’t even drop the guy’s name.

“I’m movin’ people as we speak,” RT stated. “Z’s offerin’ to come that way to help out if you need him. Otherwise, we’ve still got two agents embedded already, one keepin’ tabs on Amy’s house, the other discreetly movin’ through town and keepin’ an eye on the businesses. You want me to have Z come that way?”