“Did he say yes?”
“It doesn’t matter what he said or didn’t say. He has to share you now.” The voice in her ear was almost grim. “Even if he saw you first, he has no choice. But you do. Would you like that, Bailey? Both of us inside you?”
Yes. Please.
She almost said it, but she was afraid if she made another sound, she’d shout and bring Ava running. Her hands were slippery on the ladder and her body was trembling. What was she doing with him? For the first time in forever, her inn was bustling with workers and she had guests—and she was getting finger-banged by Mr. Exhibitionism.
“We have to stop,” she whispered, near tears at the thought. “They’ll hear us.”
“You can be quiet for this. I’ll help,” he vowed, covering her mouth with his free hand while sliding another finger inside her, forcing the breath from her lungs. “Now you can let go, Bailey. I’ll take care of you. I’ll never be as civilized as he is, but I’m not making his mistake. I’m not stopping. You’ll come for me before I release you.”
She was close. How could she be this close with someone she hadn’t even kissed? None of this seemed real. She was on drugs. She was dreaming.
But it felt real. She could hear his fingers thrusting through her wet sex. Smell sweat and man as she struggled to breath with his hand over her mouth. Feel the metal biting into her palms as she clung to the ladder so she could take more. She needed more. She was going to scream. She was—
Coming so hard the ladder rocked with the strength of it. She clenched around his fingers, her body wracked with pleasure as she moaned helplessly into his hand.
He grunted again, his cock a steel bar against her as she rode out the storm raging through her body. For a moment she thought she could sense his desire with hers. That he wanted to drag her down to the floor and finish inside her. And for a moment she wanted to let him. She hadn’t stopped trembling from the best orgasm she’d had in years, and yet she wanted more.
“You’re ours, Bailey,” he murmured, lowering his hand from her mouth. “Aren’t you? How is this possible? How are you possible? This isn’t supposed to happen.”
She agreed with that last part. “I know,” she moaned quietly, pressing her forehead into a sharp ladder rung. “He really is going to fire me now.”
“What?” Davide chuckled. “That, I can promise you, is the least of your worries.”
“What’s the most?”
They both heard the sound of children laughing at the same time and it shocked them into silence. She didn’t have guests with kids. But then, that didn’t sound like normal laughter.
She heard it again. It was coming from the open attic above them.
Hell no.
Everything happened at once after that. Bailey was still looking up when Davide’s touch and heat disappeared from behind her and that damn mutant spider dangled angrily right in front of her face. That’s when she screamed and fell backward—right into Cameron Locke’s arms.
Again.
Her new boss looked so mad that for a split second she swore she saw silver fire swirling in his eyes.
“Hey, Boot Boy.”
Oh yeah. She was definitely in trouble now.
Chapter Six
Cam didn’t need a shifter’s senses to tell him what they’d been up to. Guilty looks, swollen lips and lowered zippers were all the clues he needed to make a well-informed guess.
He blinked away the sea of red clouding his vision, putting a lid on the possessiveness and arousal that made him unable to decide if he should drag Bailey off to his bed or go for Davide and show her who the lynx belonged to.
He settled for putting her down and reaching for the waistband of her shorts, making sure she was zipped and buttoned before she could get her bearings and notice his hands were shaking.
“Wait a second,” she exclaimed in belated response to his presumption.
“Cam…” Davide was beside him, his voice low and urgent. “We need to talk in private. There are things you should know.”
“You want to talk now?” He flexed his fists, still wrestling with his instincts. “Are you going to tell me you didn’t hitch a ride with Aaron while I was on a call? That you misunderstood the conversation we had last night, when I explicitly asked you to wait?”
A fleeting expression of guilt couldn’t conceal the defiance that lingered in Davide’s stance, and it baffled him. This man who was the other half of his heart had always been impulsive and mischievous, but he’d never gone against Cam’s wishes. Not when it was this important.
You never had a mate before.
Bailey stepped away from them and straightened the purple halter that clung lovingly to her full breasts. She was beautifully flushed. From embarrassment or her recent climax?