Runaway Wolfes of Manhattan Three - Helen Hardt Page 0,69

up. I’ll meet you in the shower.”

That was all my dick needed. I was ready to go again.

I headed to the bathroom where Riley was already soaping up her hair. I stepped in with her, amazed at how large the shower actually was. Three shower heads pummeled us with warm water.

Her gaze dropped to my cock.

I grinned. “Ready for more?”

“Always.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her, pinning her against the tiled wall and shoving my dick inside her heat once more.

She was still wet from my climax inside her, and I pumped, this time frantically, as if my life depended on it.

“Feels so good, Matt,” she breathed. “I’m going to come quickly. The friction… Oh my God!”

I felt each shudder of her pussy walls around my cock, and within seconds I joined her in the orgasm, releasing into her everything I had.

Every fucking thing.

Which wasn’t much. I didn’t have more than a couple thousand in the bank plus my two properties and my silver business.

That was it.

But it was hers. All of it.

Just like my heart.

She slid down the wall, limp in my arms, and we held each other as the water pelted us in warmth. Then we washed each other’s hair, which was more intimate than I’d ever imagined, and then rinsed and dried off.

“Ready?” Riley said, after dressing in skinny jeans and a crop top.

“Ready to take you to bed again.” My groin tightened. “You look hot.”

She kissed my lips. “So do you. I’ll take a rain check. Let’s go.”

Rock and Reid had booked a conference room at the hotel for the days we were here, and they ordered in a catered lunch.

Once we were done eating, Rock started talking. “I got a phone call this morning from one of our PIs. He found a woman named Zinnia.”

“Where is she?” Roy asked.

“Believe it or not, she’s right here in Vegas,” Reid replied. “She’s a showgirl.”

Both Lacey and Charlie lifted their eyebrows.

“A showgirl?” Riley said.

“Yeah, and all the stats add up. Our guy contacted her, and she’s willing to talk to us.”

“Great,” Roy said. “Let’s talk, then.”

“One problem,” Rock said.

“Does she want money?” Lacey asked.

“That was my first thought too,” Reid said, “but the PI says no. She just wants anonymity. She’ll help us if she can, but she won’t talk to any authorities.”

“What good does that do us, then?” Roy said.

“She may not know anything,” Rock said, “but the fact that she’s asking for anonymity rather than money makes me think she may be the person we’re looking for.”

“I agree,” Lacey said. “Who will she talk to?”

“Only one of us,” Reid said, “and she prefers that it be a woman.”

“But I should go,” Roy said. “I might recognize her.”

“Agreed,” Reid said. “That’s what we told the PI. He’s checking with her and we’re waiting to hear back.”

“So nothing until then?” Roy asked.

“Nothing for you. Rock and I have work to do.” Reid shifted in his seat.

He seemed uncomfortable. Riley had told me the whole story of Rock being put in charge instead of him. Was that what this was about? Or was something else going on?

Rock’s phone buzzed. “Rock Wolfe here,” he said.

Pause.

“I think Lacey would be—”

Pause.

“Gotcha. Understood. Tell her thanks.”

Pause while he scribbled some notes.

“Perfect. They’ll be there.” He ended the call. “That was Roark, the PI who found Zinnia. She’s agreed to talk to you, Roy, as long as Riley goes with you.”

Riley nearly jumped out of her chair. “Me? Why me?”

“She wants a woman there.”

“Then Lacey is the logical choice,” Riley said. “She’ll know what questions to ask.”

“That’s what I told him, but it turns out she’s a fan of yours, and she wants to talk to you.”

“But I won’t know what to say to her!”

“Won’t you?” Lacey smiled. “You’ll know better than anyone. If she’s the person we’re looking for, then she’s been through something as traumatic as you have. I think she chose well.”

“But I won’t know what to say to her,” Riley repeated, more softly this time.

“I’ll give you a list of things to ask her, like I did for Roy and Charlie when they went to Montana to talk to Leta Romero. You’ll do fine.”

“I’ll be there with you, Sis,” Roy said. “You got this.”

Riley reached for my hand and squeezed it. “I’ll do what I have to do.”

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Riley

I sat with Roy at a bar in a lesser known hotel off the strip. Still, crowds milled around, and I nearly choked from the cigarette smoke. The