“I think your cock’s happiness is all you care about.”
“Come on, Eric. You don’t care about yours? I know better and so do a few of the women in here.
“Sit down, guys.” Cameron Strange adjusted his tie.
As their attorney, he’d advised them to wear the corporate drag to court. Eric and Scott had resisted but knew Cameron was right. The Swanson County judge, Ethel O’Leary, was a sweetheart, but when it came to the law and her court, she was a stickler and unbending. Eric remembered the first time he’d been in here with Ethel behind the big desk, high above the rest of the crowd. He and Scott and the other orphan boys had gotten into some mischief. Ethel had handled them all with a heavy hand. Thank God for her.
Behind them sat Dylan, Cameron’s brother. He wore his characteristic dark suit. Dylan’s shades were tucked away, since they were in a courtroom, but Eric knew they would be on his face the moment he stepped out of here. Courtrooms and churches were the only places he’d ever seen Dylan remove his shades, which were part of the man’s signature look. Dylan was a trusted friend long before being hired to lead TBK’s security arm. He’d singlehandedly discovered the origin of the hack—Megan Lunceford’s home.
Dylan leaned over the gallery wall. “That’s her.” He pointed to the doors at the back of the courtroom. “That’s Kip’s wife.”
She looked like a little princess to Eric, not like a fire-breathing dragon about to storm the castle like he’d imagined. How could Kip have landed such a beautiful woman? She bumped into Mitchell Wolfe, the sheriff’s trouble-seeking brother, who was holding a folder. The collision caused his papers to fly in every direction.
“I’m so sorry,” she said in the sweetest tone he’d ever heard.
“Wow,” Scott said, mirroring his sentiments exactly.
Eric stared as Mrs. Lunceford bent down to help Mitchell collect his things. Her white blouse bulged with ample, magnificent breasts. God, what Dom wouldn’t want to cup those mounds in his hands, pinch their twin nipples, and enjoy the sweet moans from those gorgeous lips?
She wore a skirt, which he liked on women much better than slacks. Her shapely legs made Eric’s cock stir. That bastard Kip may have screwed Scott and him, but he couldn’t help but admire the man’s taste in women. She was curvy in all the right places. God, he would love getting a taste of her delights. Lunceford’s wife was a mouthwatering morsel by any standards, especially his.
“Damn, who knew?” Scott said beside him.
“Again, I’m so sorry,” Megan said to Wolfe as she handed him his stack of papers.
“Don’t give it a thought, miss.” Mitchell’s sudden interest in her didn’t sit well with Eric. Why? He wasn’t sure, but it definitely didn’t. “My brother is sheriff here, and today he’s acting as an officer of the court.” Mitchell pointed to Jason, who was in his uniform with his holstered gun standing next to his deputy, Charlie Blake. Both men were by the door to the judge’s chambers. “His job is to protect the courtroom during the trial.”
She smiled at Mitchell before turning and walking up the center aisle. Her shoes tapped agai
nst the wooden floor, making Eric’s pulse grow hot with every sweet sway of her hips. She’d fucked TBK over. He’d enjoy fucking her until she couldn’t see straight, much less walk. Not one to take a second look at another man’s wife, he scanned her like an MRI. Kip wasn’t a real man. He was a traitor, not just to TBK or him and Scott, but also to the United States of America.
Scott leaned in as she took a seat at the table to the side of them facing forward. “Can you imagine how sweet that little vixen would look chained up in our dungeon?”
Yes, he could. In fact, Eric was imagining it right now. Not a good thing to let his mind wander to such ideas. He needed to stay focused.
Dylan was certain about his findings. The new project he and Scott were developing for the Pentagon had been attacked several times by a malicious code from Megan’s computer.
She’s the enemy. Keep your dick in your pants and out of this hearing.
Easy to say to himself, but much harder to do. Seeing her delicate fingers tremble as she arranged her folders in front of her, it was next to impossible. This wasn’t the way he’d seen the day going.
As the judge entered from her chambers, the bailiff spoke. “All rise. The Swanson County Court for the District of Northern Colorado is in session, the Honorable Judge Ethel O’Leary presiding. All having business before this court draw near, give attention, and you shall be heard. You may be seated.”
Ethel was in her black robe, which accentuated her silver locks beautifully. Hard to believe she had turned seventy-nine last March. She was the wife of Patrick and Sam O’Leary, descendants of the founders of Destiny, and next-door neighbors of Scott and him.
Ethel pounded her gavel. “This court is now in session. I have before me the case of TBK versus Megan Lunceford. Are all parties and their attorneys present?” She gazed at Kip’s wife.
“Yes, Your Honor,” Cameron said on Eric and Scott’s behalf. “Two Black Knights Enterprises are here.”
Ethel turned her stare to their table. “And TBK’s copresidents, too. Eric, you look good in a suit.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Ethel smiled at Eric like a proud parent before turning to his brother. “Scott, you look uncomfortable to me.”
“You’re right about that,” his brother answered.
“Do you all know each other?” Megan asked meekly.