Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (8 page)

Oh man, Logan’s kiss was as lethal as Frankie’s. If they all kissed like this she was in some serious trouble.
What the hell am I thinking? Multiple partner relationships don’t really happen. They’re fuck-fests and orgies where one woman comes out as a total used slut.

Melissa pressed her palms against his chest, and Logan seemed to get the message.

“Get a room, Logan!” some guy stated, interrupting them, and Melissa turned her head away shyly and into Logan’s chest.

She heard his rapid breathing and was relieved that she wasn’t the only one affected by the kiss.

His hand gently caressed her cheek as he continued to hold her to him.

The sound of his raspy voice caused tiny vibrations to travel up her legs. Suddenly, she wished there was a bed nearby.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t expect to get so carried away,” he said and continued to caress her skin then rub his thumb against her lower lip. Call her crazy, but he sounded sincere.

“I want your number. Can I have it so we can call you?”

She looked around and saw that Spike was standing nearby watching her. He mouthed the words, “Are you okay?” and she smiled and nodded. Spike still gave Logan a dirty look in challenge, and Logan gave a light snort. He was way bigger than Spike, and something told her he had secret weapons of his own. She heard the men talking about the SWAT team, and some guys referred to Logan as commander.

Logan looked back at Melissa and pulled out his cell phone.

“What’s your number, baby?” he asked, and the sound of his voice and the way he called her “baby” sent chills through her. Man, she must be desperate for sex.

“I don’t give my number out to strangers,” she replied.

His hand pressed against her ribs, and his thumb slightly grazed the under part of her breast. He gave her a quick kiss on her lips then licked his own lips as if she tasted like a dessert. Her nipples instantly hardened, and her mind yelled for her to give the man her damn number.

“We’re not strangers, Mel. Not after that kiss we just shared. Come on. I promise that my brothers and I will be gentlemen,” he began to beg like a pro. He gently rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and inhaled against her neck. She contemplated, and her silence made him try harder.

“Mel! Charlie said five minutes!” Spike yelled down the hallway. Melissa tried to move, but Logan stopped her by blocking her path.

“I have to go, and I still need to use the ladies’ room and freshen up.”

“I’ll just wait until you come out, and I won’t let you get to the party until—”

“785…” She began to give him her cell number.

“Do you have your cell on you?” he asked, and she nodded. Then he dialed the number on his cell, and he saw that her cell phone began to ring.

“Didn’t trust me, huh?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“No, but you’ll make up for it later,” he teased then kissed her cheek before she walked into the ladies’ room.

* * * *

“So we’re just going to fucking leave her here?” Vince asked.

“Listen, guys, she’s not were. She doesn’t know how this works. Right now, we’re probably coming off as some overaggressive men looking for sex. We need to pace ourselves and gain her trust,” Logan said as he began leading everyone out of the club. As they exited the building, they saw a small convoy of limos and black SUVs in front of the entrance.

“That must be the people for the private party,” Jake stated then stopped walking.

“What are you doing?” Vince asked.

“I’m checking out the guests. Our fucking mate is going to be in there, and we can’t gain access to the private party.”

“I got Mel’s cell number. Let’s leave it at that for now. The bartender said that Mel is working tomorrow night. We’ll come back,” Logan added, and they continued down the street and around the corner to their own SUV.

* * * *

“Okay, Mel, do you have everything that was on the list?” Charlie asked, sounding very nervous. More so than usual.

“Yes, what the hell is the big deal?” she asked, and he closed his eyes then exhaled. “I’m sorry. I’m just tense. Bret is bringing some important people here, and if all goes well, this can be great for business. I can make a shitload of money, and so can you.”

“Bret?” she asked, and just then the piece of shit entered the room with his two goons Felix and Deatrix.

He smirked at her as if he had the upper hand. The asshole would have to do more than request her as his bartender for some private party before she would jump into bed with him ever again.

She rolled her eyes and continued to prep the bar.

Charlie greeted Bret with the utmost respect and ass-kissing she had ever seen. She lost some respect for her friend right then and there. Bret was nothing but a leech. He took whatever he wanted and needed from people then tossed them away like dirt. He had wanted her to be his main fuck, and thankfully for her, she didn’t accept his verbal contract. It would have been upheld to the fullest, and she would probably be dead or so juiced up on meth she wouldn’t know who she was spreading her legs for. Her blood felt as if it were boiling with hostility. If she could she would walk out right now, but one look at Charlie’s pleading face and she knew she was stuck. She might as well make the best of it.

As she prepared Bret’s dirty martini, adding a little dirty water to the fucker’s cocktail, she saw the rest of the crew arrive. Deatrix and Felix did their thing, frisking down the guests and checking for guns or other weapons. This was going to be a long fucking night.

As she listened to some of the bimbos talk and made them their Malibu Bay Breezes and Sex on the Beaches she observed the two men she recognized as Carlos and Chico along with their three guards. She swallowed hard, remembering that they weren’t the most upstanding citizens in the room. They could surely give Bret a run for his money. Never mind the fact that she was the one who recently ripped them off. She swallowed hard and released an uneasy breath.

Melissa served some light hors d’oeuvres along with Chu, a servant of Bret’s that went with him on most excursions involving food.

“Would you like some shrimp, sir?” she asked Carlos, and he eyed her from head to toe but mostly stared at her cleavage.

He smirked then winked as he took a shrimp, dipped it in the cocktail sauce, and stared at her as if she would be turned on.

“It’s so nice to see you, Melissa,” he stated then placed his hand against her thigh. She would have loved to pull away, but that wouldn’t be smart. The man could kill with looks alone.

She smiled appreciatively as if pleased that he remembered her.

“Nice to see you, too, sir.”

He chuckled, and she stood up straight to move toward Chico so he could have a shrimp.

He blatantly eyed her ass and reached to touch it, but she casually moved toward Bret to offer him the tray of food.

“What’s this ‘sir’ stuff, Melissa?” Carlos asked as he leaned back in the chair and took in the full sight of her. She knew his game, and she could play him as well as he thought he was playing her.

“I’ve often fantasized about your voice saying my name,” he teased then took a sip from his vodka and tonic.

“Ahh...I have shared the same dream, my friend, except in mine she is moaning
my
name,” Chico added, and they chuckled.

“I’ve got you both beat because mine was not a fantasy but a reality,” Bret stated proudly as he caressed her ass and pulled her closer.

Melissa pulled away as the other men roared.

“Lucky fucking bastard. I didn’t know she was yours,” Carlos said then took another shrimp from the platter that Melissa set down on the table.

“That’s because I’m not his, Carlos,” she stated then looked at Bret. “Plus, one not-so-satisfying fuck could hardly bind me to any man.”

Carlos and Chico roared with laughter as they nearly spilled their drinks. One look at Bret and she saw that he was irritated, and his eyes looked very strange.

He stood up and grabbed her by the arm.

Squeezing her upper arm tightly, he whispered in her ear, but his words cut short as he inhaled next to her. What was up with men sniffing her lately? Did her deodorant stop working? She wanted to sniff her own pits, but she didn’t want to make it obvious.

“We’ll talk later. Show some respect, or I’ll offer you to them for dessert.” He squeezed her arm hard enough to cause bruising then abruptly released it.

Chu gave her a warning look, indicating that he saw it was a close call as well. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten so upset so quickly, but Bret put her on edge.

* * * *

The time passed slowly with the three assholes talking about drug deals, money, and then something interesting that caught her attention. She thought she heard incorrectly, but then Bret tossed the words around. “African diamonds.”

Her ears perked up, but she hid her interest from the men. Chu came over and began talking with her. She was good at conversing with one person while listening in on other conversations, and it had served her well in the past.

“So, how is your aunt?” Chu asked.

Melissa smiled. Chu was a nice guy despite his professional position, if she could call it professional.

“She just came home the other day. She looks good, and the doctors think they got all the cancer.”

“That’s fantastic news,” he stated, leaning closer and covering her hand with his own. He paused close to her, and when she looked up, his eyes held a look of concern. He and Melissa picked at the cherries from the container at the bar.

“What?” she asked him, and he glanced toward Bret then back at her.

“Who have you been hanging out with lately?”

She had the feeling something was up with Chu’s line of questioning.

“No one, why?”

“No new guy in your life?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, like I want to go down that road again.”

He laughed halfheartedly.

“Did you meet a guy tonight, at the bar?”

Her eyes widened, and she glanced at Bret. He looked at Carlos, but she had a feeling he could hear Chu’s question.

“Just some guys, why?”

“Did you fuck them?” he asked with a shaky voice.

“Chu! What the hell kind of question is that?”

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to pull off nonchalant, but he failed miserably. Her defenses were immediately up.

“Why do you care?”

“I assumed that you’re particular about who you are intimate with. I can smell men’s cologne on you.”

The word
oh
covered her lips in response.

She felt bad for being uptight and snapping at him. She blushed for getting busted making out with two complete strangers, but Chu didn’t have to know the details.

“I’m sorry. I’m just tired. It’s really no big deal. I met a few different guys tonight.”

“Well, be careful, Mel. Sometimes things aren’t always as they appear.”

“You don’t have to say that twice.”

He covered her hand again, and he held her gaze.

“Be careful who you kiss. Sometimes men can be such animals.”

She got the chills from his statement and couldn’t understand why she had the feeling he meant something more to that statement. Instead of pursuing the topic, he began to talk about the club.

“It is so crowded in there tonight. I heard that some new stripper Lola made a surprise visit and knocked their socks off.”

She tried to hide her blush as she chuckled and nearly choked on the cherry she just popped into her mouth. If he only knew that it had been her, pretending to be Lola for Lilly. She had heard the gossip spread at the bar that Lola only did special events and that she was in the witness protection program. She chuckled to herself. Poor Lilly. Melissa figured she had better make a point in calling Lilly and explaining what happened. Who would have known the Lola performance Melissa did would create such gossip.

“Yeah, she did a real hot number. The bachelor party was rocking. I think the party is still going strong now,” she added.

Chu moved closer and whispered. “To think, right outside that door about a hundred cops are hanging out, and inside here major criminal scams are being discussed. It’s fucking crazy sometimes.”

The mention of the word cops made her think of Logan, Frankie, Vince, Sunny, and Jake. They really were exceptional-looking men. She wanted to know more about them, but she was scared. A relationship would never work. Sure, she was attracted to them, but she wanted more than just sexual flings. She wanted a normal life with normal things.

“Hey, what’s the long face for?”

“Nothing. Just thinking if I’ll ever be able to live a normal life.”

“What’s not normal about this?” he asked, gesturing to encompass the room.

She looked at the Asian man’s soft smile. He was handsome with dark black hair and light green eyes. The ladies often flirted with him, but he appeared to be flamboyant. She never asked him about dating, and truth be told, she really didn’t want to know. It wasn’t like Chu and she were friends. They were just stuck working for bosses that had a final say in tonight’s gig.