Here Comes Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 0.50)

“She’d probably be in his room before he’d be in hers,” Derek said, not as sure as he sounded. He knew Allister and how he thought. Where Ellie was concerned, the man didn’t have a lick of sense.

“He’s in her room.” Ryan marched ahead of them. “I’ll bet my third shifts against yours.”

“I’m not betting,” Bradley said. “The last thing I want is lost time with Ellie.”

“You can’t fuck her in the daytime?” Derek taunted him.

“Apparently someone can.” Ryan didn’t bother knocking and Derek hadn’t been paying attention so he wasn’t sure if the door was ajar or if Ryan had used a key.

Either way, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was the current view and this kind of view was too good to miss.

“Damn boy, don’t you believe in waiting on a friend?” Derek removed his shirt, automatically assuming if Allister had already slipped under the covers with Ellie, she wouldn’t make the others stand in line and wait their turn.

Seated on top of Allister, Ellie slowed the roll of her hips, stared at them with that lustful stare of hers and crooked her finger back and forth.

“Thanks, guys.” Beads of sweat rolled off Allister’s brow.

“By the looks of you, a break wouldn’t hurt you.” Derek winked at Ellie.

“Damn it, Allister,” Ryan grumbled. “You just couldn’t wait?”

“Would you have waited, Ryan?” Ellie asked, throwing her head back and planting her hands on Allister’s stomach. Her body rocked against Allister’s but she gave each of them heated stares full of longing and knowledge.

“Is this the same woman we fucked two years ago?” Derek asked, going to the bed because even Allister wouldn’t be brave enough to stop him. “Hey beautiful.” He bunched her hair at her nape, holding her a breath away from his lips as he watched her mouth open for his kiss.

“Your timing always sucked,” Allister said, falling against the pillow.

Derek smirked but never looked away from Ellie. “I hope like hell we walked in right before it squirted from the tip.”

Allister laughed. “Don’t count on that one. I’ve been here all night.”

“Told ya,” Ryan said, sitting on the chair opposite the bed. “How you doin’ sweetheart?”

“Better now,” she said, jerking her body up and throwing that sweet ass back as if she wanted them to take notice.

Derek unbuttoned his jeans and rolled a condom on his prick before he even finished undressing.

“Really?” Bradley looked as if he might just throw a punch. “You haven’t even said, ‘hi’ and ‘how are ya’ and you’re already planning to fuck her?”

Derek smothered her lips with his, holding her chin as firmly as possible as her body seemed to still on top of Allister’s. “Hi, lover.”

“Hi yourself,” she said, grinning into their kiss.

Derek sniffed. “Would you tell these cocky sons-of-bitches you and I have talked plenty over the last two years?”

“You’ve what?” Allister didn’t look too pleased with the news.

For a minute, Derek thought he might toss Ellie to the side.

No such luck.

“I checked in on her from time to time,” Derek said, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple. “Tell ‘em, Ellie.”

“He called me every now and again. He’s the one who first told me about Trouble.”

“So you knew we were here?” Allister stopped moving. He tucked his hands behind his neck and watched her with that brooding McCall look all the McCall brothers owned. “You told her?”

“Fuck no. She didn’t know that. She didn’t know I was here either.”