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He tugged a condom from his pocket and sheathed his hard cock with it after freeing it from his boxers. In one fluid motion, he had her lifted when her legs wrapped around him. She slid over his cock with ease, and he backed her against the tree. “Christ, you feel good. This is going to be quick. I don’t want to leave your friend waiting for too long.”
Fuck, she’d forgotten about Carla. Again.
Her shocked gasp turned to a moan as her back dug into the tree and his cock slammed into her again. He fucked her hard and fast against the tree, and she clung to him as she felt the climax building. She was going to come in a matter of seconds.
“Can I come?” she begged, remembering the rule before she fucked up.
His beard dragged across her neck as he kissed her skin roughly. “Come,” he bit out. She felt him tense and knew he would be right behind her.
When they’d come down from their orgasms, he gently lowered her to the ground and discreetly pulled off the condom and tied it in a knot. Wrapping it in a handkerchief, he tucked it in his pocket while she scrambled for her clothes.
“I haven’t been able to trace the text yet, but we’re going to bring in an expert tonight,” Memphis said as he draped an arm around her.
Rylee had nearly forgotten about the sinister text she’d received but thinking of it now sent a shiver down her spine.
Memphis pressed a kiss to her temple. “Sorry, Ace. Wasn’t trying to scare you. Let’s go spend some time with Carla.”
Rylee grinned. “I’ve missed her.”
Together, they walked out of the grove of trees and headed toward the house. Rylee was sore but energized and excited about spending time with her friend. The only thing putting a damper on her mood was the sinister text and who might have sent it.
Chapter 5
“Oh,thatpoorgirl,”Carla said as she sat on the couch next to Rylee drinking wine. “Well, absolutely we should get her over here for dinner. Or we could take her out for a night on the strip that she won’t remember and while we’re at it, we can help her forget her sleazy ex.”
Rylee tensed at that suggestion. Memphis wouldn’t be OK with partying on the strip right now. But Carla didn’t know about the threatening text.
“Maybe we should go for a quiet night here. We can drink and talk shit, but Kimberly is from an influential family from what I understand. If she gets drunk on the strip, we’ll have tabloids following us.”
Carla waved her hand. “Please. It’s the strip. Tourists are everywhere. We can hide in plain sight.”
“I’ll have to talk to Memphis, but I’m sure he’ll say no.”
Carla lifted an eyebrow. “I know you said you’re doing the Dom/sub thing with him but asking for permission to go out is a little much isn’t it? Makes it seem more like he’s your daddy than your Dom.”
Rylee shuddered. “Do not call him my daddy. That is definitely not my kink.” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not just the Dom/sub thing. I got a scary text from an unknown number threatening me. I think he would prefer it if I stayed here. Or go places with him and a team of security.”
Carla whistled. “OK. That makes more sense.” She shoved Rylee in the shoulder. “Why wouldn’t you just say that? And speaking of your man, where is he?”
He’d gone into his office to make some phone calls with a promise to return as soon as he could to take them for dinner. Before he’d left, he asked about the possibility of having Kimberly join them.
“He’s working. I’m sure he’ll be done soon.” Rylee shifted on the couch and winced. Sex against a tree had seemed like a great idea, but now her back was all scratched up. Though she had to admit she enjoyed the memories that flooded her every time she moved. He’d been harsh, dominant, even crude. And she’d loved every fucking minute of it.
The subject of her thoughts strode into the room, looking exhausted and somehow powerful at the same time. His intense eyes bored into her, and she could tell he was imagining stripping her clothing from her again. What was it about that stare? Her arousal flared and if Carla hadn’t been there, she would have begged him to take her right there in the living room.
“Have you ladies decided what’s for dinner?” he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Rylee and kissed her cheek. She nuzzled into him, enjoying the sensation of his beard against her skin.
“I wanted to get Kimberly drunk and find her a male escort on the strip, but Rylee said no.”
Memphis nuzzled her neck and sent a shudder through her. “Rylee’s a good girl,” he murmured in her ear. The husky, sensual tone of his voice nearly made her whimper.
“I’ll send a car for Kimberly if you really want to have a girls’ night. I would be happier if you do it here, though. No male escorts either. Or female, for that matter,” he said with a wink. “We need to keep our circle tight for a few more days.” He cleared his throat and stood, shoving his hand in his pocket. “Rylee, can I talk to you for a sec?”
She stood and followed him into the kitchen.
“You seem nervous. What’s going on?” Rylee asked as he leaned against the counter and crossed and uncrossed his ankles.
He scratched at his beard. “I need to go back to Arizona. But I just got a call I’ve been waiting on. Your tournament has been rescheduled. You should get an email or a phone call soon. How would you feel about staying here? I’ll come join you when I’m done in Arizona, or you can come to me if I’m not done by the time your tournament is over.”
