Free Oak, Sophie - Siren in Waiting [Texas Sirens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Sophie Oak Page A

the phone kept talking.
    “Are you serious? Listen, when he comes to, tell him to call me. I have a team in LA desperate for a veteran QB. I’m hopping a flight from JFK to DFW in the morning. He needs to be ready to head out to LAX by afternoon. Got that, doll? And I’ll bring him a little pick-me-up. He needs to look good for these guys.”
    The connection was cut without a good-bye, and Mouse grasped the phone. She might need it. She was on the first step, trying to move quietly, when she heard a voice.
    “You are not where I left you, Beth.”
    Mouse shrieked. He’d caught her unawares. Her heart felt like it would pound out of her chest. Trev stood in the doorway glaring at her.
    “It’s my house. You can’t expect me to just stand in the yard while someone murders you.”
    “I expect my direct orders to be obeyed.” His sculpted arms crossed over his chest.
    “Should I call the cops?” She tried to avoid the whole discussion about direct orders. Something about the way he was looking at her made her a little breathless.
    His head shook. “No one’s in there. Are you sure you locked it?”
    She bit her bottom lip and tried to remember. “I think so. But maybe not.”
    His face hardened. “You live alone in this big house, and you didn’t bother to lock up?”
    “Well, nothing much works in this place. And the door isn’t very sturdy. Even if I did lock it, it wouldn’t take much to get in. It’s on my list of things to replace. I don’t even think the back door has a lock.” She laughed a little. Now that the threat had passed, it seemed a little silly. She’d watched too many movies. “Well, I thank you for the ride.”
    She started to move past him, but he stood there in the doorway, an immovable hunk of granite.
    “We’re not done here, darlin’. You can’t expect me to walk away. Anyone could walk in here while you’re sleeping. You could be raped.”
    She laughed outright at that. “Didn’t you hear what Clarissa said? I think I’m safe. No one is going to touch old Mouse Hobbes.”
    “I warned you.”
    Mouse gasped as Trev pulled her wrist into his hand and started to haul her into the house.

    * * * *

    Trev felt his blood pressure threaten to hit the roof. It was all too fucking much. First, the altercation with Bo O’Malley, then he’d had to listen to his poor sister fight her husband over having Trev in the house. Then there were the calls from Marty. That had really threatened to send him over the edge. Marty had left about thirty messages promising him money, women, and all the coke he could snort if Trev would just meet with the general manager of the LA team.
    Too much.
    He’d found himself sitting outside The Rusty Spur before he really knew what was happening. He had just sat there for at least an hour, staring at the building. It had been a goddamn relief when he’d realized Beth was standing at the door. He hadn’t seen her approach, but he’d heard that bitch Clarissa try to drag her down. He hadn’t thought twice. He’d just inserted himself into the situation.
    “Trev, what are you doing?”
    Beth’s voice came out as a little squeak. He could feel the trepidation coming off her in waves. He knew he should slow down, but they needed to make a few things clear.
    “I’m giving you the lay of the land, darlin’.” He found the old sofa in the living room. He’d nearly tripped on it earlier because apparently the overhead lights didn’t work in here. He pulled her over his lap. Bethany Hobbes’s round ass was right over his knee.
    Yes. This was just what he needed to get his mind off everything. When he was balls deep in Beth’s ass, he wouldn’t be thinking about a drink. He would just be thinking about how long he could last and how many times he could take her.
    “I think the land is laid out enough. Now let me up, please.” Even across a man’s knee, she was polite.
    Damn, but she needed a keeper.
    “Call me Sir.” He wanted to hear it again.