Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(51)

Reed chuckled. “I think subspace has been achieved,” he said. “She’s fully glazed.”

Lyle squeezed her hands. “Give me one like this, baby, and then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and f*ck you doggy style while he eats you out.”

He sped up a little, and yes, she was soon tipping over the edge again. Once he was sure she was finished, he pulled out, sat up, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

Reed had been ready and waiting and climbed under her, reaching around her and pulling her hips down so her * was over his mouth.

She gasped when Lyle slowly started filing her with his cock again.

“I know, baby. I’ll be careful. And you’ll be coming again pretty soon, too. That’ll make it feel really good.”

He dug his fingers into her hips, holding on as he slowly f*cked her.

Reed sucked on her clit, relentless, flicking it with his tongue while Lyle started picking up the pace.

“One more, baby girl,” Lyle said. “One more, and then we can cuddle.”

Reed reached down and started pinching her right nipple.

That triggered her orgasm. She didn’t understand how there was now an expressway from her nipples to her clit, but apparently her body had eagerly constructed that superhighway without her knowledge.

And she wouldn’t question it.

Once Lyle felt that start, he moaned. “Oh, f*ck yeah, baby. Just like that.” Faster, harder, deeper, until his flesh slapped against hers and the whole bed shook. Reed’s mouth kept her orgasm going, rolling, flowing through her.

Finally, too soon almost, Lyle came, burying his cock deep inside of her before sitting up to keep his weight off her and off Reed beneath her.

“I don’t know about you two,” Lyle said, “But I need a rest before round two.”

She flopped over onto her side on the bed. “Round two?” she asked in disbelief. “That was like five rounds!”

Reed sat up and kissed her. “No, baby girl,” he said, tugging on her hair. “It’s only the round your Sirs tell you it is.”

She started giggling. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

She whimpered.





Chapter Nineteen


The men did spend Monday night with her, and she was more than happy to have them there. Her queen-sized bed was a little snug, but to her that was even better.

As she sat at her desk Tuesday afternoon and struggled to work, she realized that, for the first time ever, she had a distraction in her life that could even pull her mind from her work.

Something that had never happened before.

Her clit, chafing against her panties, still felt puffy and swollen and tender in the good way. In fact, her whole body ached in good and pleasant ways every time she moved, reminding her of the fantastic night before. She’d showered with Lyle that morning, while Reed had opted to sleep in a little and shower at home later. Lyle would drop him off there.

I need to get them a key.

Another first. Something she’d never done for anyone but Tony, get a key made.

She could have given them Tony’s key, but then decided she wasn’t ready to do that yet.

Hell, she couldn’t even deal with his things yet.

Yes, she realized hot sex with hunks was also a delaying tactic, to avoid dealing with her grief, but she didn’t care.

She wanted those two men, and she needed the distraction until she was able to deal with everything else.

When her personal cell phone rang a little after two, she didn’t recognize the local number that popped up on the screen, but she answered it anyway. Sometimes, local employees or managers called from their cell phones if their store lines were busy and they needed to talk to her right away, but it was unusual for them to call her personal cell.

“Riddick.”

“Ms. Riddick, this is Michael Parker from Moalen Brother Funeral Services. I’m calling to inform you we have your brother’s remains ready to pick up at your convenience. We also have the certified copies of the official death certificate ready for you.”

It shocked her into silence. Of course they’d have them back. It had been a week, and that’s what they’d told her.

It just wasn’t what she’d expected.

“Um…thank you,” she finally said. “How late are you open today?”

“Somebody will be here until ten tonight, ma’am.”

“Okay. It’ll be before then. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

She ended the call, numb, unable to remember what it was she’d been thinking about only moments earlier. As she felt her chest tighten, her eyes prickling with impending tears, she realized she had to get out of there.

Immediately.

Otherwise, she’d have an emotional breakdown right there, and she refused to do that.

Hands trembling, she frantically scooped everything together into her laptop case, grabbed it, her purse and her phones, and rushed for the front door. Before she jogged for her car, she barely took the time to tell the store’s manager she was leaving for the day and to tell people she’d be back tomorrow if they called for her.

She wasn’t sure where she was going at first, and pulled into the parking lot of a shopping center just down the street from the store to think.