Talson Temptations 4: Talson's Match by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

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    Christ. Could his life get any more complicated?
    A low moan from nearby distracted him, and he noted Trotter
having a hard time paying attention to his latest girl while he stared at
Tara’s home.
    The girl worked him over, her mouth and hands pulling at
Trotter’s cock with enthusiasm. Yet Trotter refused to look away from Tara’s
direction, as if willing her to look at him. The bastard obviously sensed her
Otra nature. From such a distance, and in the near-dark, a human shouldn’t have
been able to see Trotter fucking the girl’s mouth.
    But Romy knew, as did Trotter, that should Tara look out her
window, she’d catch an eyeful. Otra senses could see and hear what normal
humans could not.
    Not wanting to witness any more of his supposed boss, Romy
leaned back into the shadows to let the building block his view of the man.
Except Trotter wouldn’t stand still. The asshole swore and moved, once again in
Romy’s view. Romy might have thought it intentional if he hadn’t sensed Trotter’s
desperation.
    He turned the prostitute around, bent her over a barrel, and
yanked the skirt off her to expose a tight little ass. Then Trotter parted her
cheeks and plunged home on a groan. Romy winced for her.
    No lube couldn’t be comfortable. But the girl moaned his
name and sighed her pleasure as Trotter took her. The notion that Romy could be
doing the same thing to Tara right now inflamed him. He’d been trying like hell
to hold back and let her make the first move, but the time had come to take control
of the situation.
    Using the moonlight to his advantage, Romy called on his psychei and bent the ambient light around him. He raced toward Tara’s house, knowing
the others would only see a slight blur as he moved. And since he’d been tasked
to man the view-cams watching her place tonight, he didn’t need to worry about
security capturing his ass on vid.
    He skirted the side of the house facing the shipyard, out of
sight of Trotter, and reached up to knock on an outside window. Tara, let me
in , he pushed, forcing her to hear him.
    After a short moment, the window opened over his head.
    “I’ve got a gun,” came a strong reply.
    “It’s me, Luke,” he whispered and grimaced at the use of his
false name. “You know, Romec?”
    She paused and then stuck her head out the window. She
blinked at him. “What the hell are you doing out here?”
    He could almost smell the soft rose soap she used. A floral
perfume taunting him to taste and touch that smooth flesh just begging for his
kiss. He growled, “Turn off your lights. Trotter’s over there getting his rocks
off staring at you through your bedroom window.”
    She disappeared and the house went dark. Then her head
popped out the window again. “How do you know what Trotter saw? Are you spying
on me too?”
    She didn’t know the half of it. If he concentrated, he could
see—through the wall—her shirt riding up, the swell of her breasts visible if
she moved just so. “I’m just looking out for you. Come on, Tara, let me in.”
    “This sounds familiar. Is this the part where I say, ‘Not by
the hair on my chinnie chin chin’?”
    “What?”
    “Forget it. It’s an old nursery rhyme.” Silence. “So are you
going to stand out here all night whispering warnings? I’m trying to get ready
for bed.”
    He groaned. Bed. “I won’t keep you long. Just let me
in so we can talk. It’s important. You have no reason to trust me, but I’m
risking a lot just by being here. Trotter wants no one around you but him. And
he’s not a man you want to displease.”
    She said nothing. He could almost hear her mind buzzing.
    “Please. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t important.”
    More than she could know. Between what the Yal brothers had
told him and what he’d seen and heard this past week, he had enough to nail
Trotter to the wall. The Yals didn’t know it, but he’d stashed an incriminating
data chip at their place, where no one would think to look. Just