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  With my fist.

  She snorted. “Bobby’s never done anything I asked of him. Or anything his girlfriend’s asked of him. It’s a miracle if he even picks his come towels up from the bathroom floor.”

  My mouth tightened at that admission. “He here a lot?”

  She shook her head. “No. Bobby’s in the Navy. He’s gone more than he’s here.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  The guy didn’t sound like he was Navy. I knew quite a few people in the Navy, and they sure as fuck weren’t lazy. They also didn’t let women do their job for them.

  “Okay, then. I’ll check it out, then we’ll leave,” I said before reluctantly letting her go and turning to go up the sidewalk, Tru’s hand planted firmly in mine.

  We met the friend and boyfriend at the door.

  The man, Bobby, looked different without his brother around. Almost like he wouldn’t be half bad of a person.

  Looked like the brother brought out the best in Bobby.

  Not.

  “Thank you. I tried my dad first, but he’s investigating a fire on Washington Avenue tonight. Did you hear about that?” She asked as she walked with me up to the front door.

  I nodded. “Yeah, we’re the ones who worked it. Place lit up like the Fourth of July. It burned hot and was a beast to put out.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, that’s what dad said. He kept going on and on about how it’s exactly like the big fire we had ten years ago. The one at that house that’s still burned, and has been since it happened.”

  I knew which house she was talking about instantly.

  And now that she mentioned it, the evidence from the new fire did resemble that one.

  It’d been a huge controversy in our small town.

  A woman and a man had been fighting over the man having some woman on the side while she stayed home with the kids. Kids that weren’t the man’s kids.

  When she’d found out, she’d set the house on fire with her, the kids, and him in it. The man had managed to save the woman’s kids, but hadn’t made it back in for the woman in time before the house went up in flames. Then the man had left the state, leaving the kids behind motherless and without those that were familiar to them.

  “Well you’re not going to believe this, but its freakin’ latching and everything. I swear to God I’m locking it before I leave!” Tru yelled, bringing my eyes back in focus to see her frowning down at the door handle.

  I shook my head at the look of annoyance on her face. “I’ll take a look. Scooch over.”

  “What’s going on?” Iliana asked from behind us.

  I didn’t bother turning around, getting down on my haunches and staring directly at the lock.

  The first thing I noticed were the fine scratches on the lock that spoke of something being shoved into the lock that wasn’t the key.

  The scratches weren’t large enough to be a key. In fact, the scratches indicated something more like a file, or a pick instead of a key.

  With that one look, my confirmation of someone breaking into Tru’s place were confirmed.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, standing up. The two women looked at me in alarm as the sharp curse poured from my mouth, followed shortly by a growl.

  Bobby was leaning against his truck with his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

  He was watching me with an expression that could only be described as calculating.

  He knew I’d found something.

  And when his brother pulled up five minutes after I’d just finished discussing what I thought was happening with Tru, it didn’t surprise me in the least.

  “Tru,” I said hesitantly. “We should probably get out of here.”

  That was exactly what I needed. Some hotheaded cop who had an unhealthy crush on Tru walking in and sticking his nose where it didn’t need to be stuck. Especially when he had a hard-on for me.

  I didn’t trust him.

  “Do you think we should ask Colby?” She asked reluctantly.

  I shook my head. “No. I have some friends on the force, as well as a couple in the bureau. We’ll get this looked at. In the meantime, though, I’d be more comfortable if you didn’t stay here when there’s nobody with you.”

  She nodded in understanding. “I can do that. Let me grab a bag and I’ll stay at my parent’s place again. Iliana and Bobby had planned on going to the boats later. I don’t know how long they’ll be gone, but I’ll just play it safe and stay with them.”

  I wanted to shout, ‘You can stay with me!’ But I didn’t want to freak her out and push her too fast in a direction she wasn’t ready to go.

  “Sounds good,” is what I said instead.

  See, totally understanding of me, right?

  Chapter 10

  I’m no weatherman, but you can expect about 9 inches tonight.

  -E-card

  Tru

  I blinked awake, startled to be staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

  The room was unfamiliar, as was the bed.

  But oh, the bed!

  It felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.

  A watery cloud, but a cloud nonetheless.

  I’d never been on a water bed, and to be honest, I wasn’t aware that they even still existed.

  Last night we’d watched movies on Pay-Per-View. I’d fallen asleep late, and when he’d offered to take me to my parent’s, I’d refused.

  I’d said that I didn’t want to wake my mom. What I really wanted was to be there with him.

  I’d gotten it.

  He’d helped me to bed, and I’d teased him mercilessly for over an hour about no one having waterbeds anymore.

  I’d fallen asleep with him on the opposite side of the large King sized bed.

  Which now, officially, replaced Iliana’s Tempur Pedic.

  I rolled over, hitting something solid.

  I’d known Grayson was there.

  In fact, I’d felt him move each time in the night, always being careful to stay on his own side of the bed…until now, that is.

  When I rolled, the bed’s natural inclination was to roll with me, pushing me a lot further than I’d intended to go. Which inevitably meant that I was smack on top of him in no time flat, surprising both him and me.

  “Uhh,” I said as I started to roll back over.

  However, I froze, feeling the rock hardness of his dick pressing up against my belly.

  He hissed when I made contact with his cock, and I froze, unable to move.

  Hell, but I didn’t want to move.

  Should I move?

  Am I a slut for not wanting to move?

  Is that his penis?

  Oh, God. It’s massive!

  I’m totally a slut.

  I hope my vagina doesn’t look fat if he actually looks at it.

  All of these thoughts flitted through my brain in a split second, and I was glad that none of the thoughts poured out of my mouth.

  Because I, apparently, do not have a filter in the morning.

  Iliana likes to call it BCB. Before coffee bitch. I’ll say exactly what I want to say, when I want to say it, until the brain functioning life force is poured into me. After that, though, I manage to keep my opinions under wraps unless they’re warranted.

  Our eyes locked, and all of a sudden my mouth was descending onto his.

  His lips were warm and soft against mine. When his lips parted to take a startled breath, I took the opening and plunged my tongue down into his waiting mouth.

  Our tongues brushed, and I felt an electric jolt straight to my core. My thighs tried to clench, but the only thing I managed to do was squeeze his thigh with my own.

  Needing the friction, I spread my legs wider and dropped down until my vagina rested against the hard muscles of his thigh.

  He drew in a quick breath at the contact, causing something inside of him to snap.

  He was no longer kissing me nicely.

  What replaced it was an urgency that only fueled my own. His hands traveled up my back to bury i
nto my hair, and I reveled in the sharp sting as he pulled back, exposing the column of my throat to his hungry mouth.

  I gasped as he sucked hard, pulling the skin over my carotid into his mouth.

  My channel clenched in need, causing the moisture that’d built up inside of me to start leaking out.

  I cried out in longing as one of his large hands found my breast through his borrowed t-shirt, pulling on my distended nipple lightly before bringing the t-shirt clad tip to his awaiting mouth.

  I didn’t realize that my head could go back any further, but with the added effect of his mouth sucking on my bud, and my pussy furiously grinding on his hard thigh, I erupted, arching my neck in surprise.

  He growled, taking the tip between his teeth and tugging lightly as I continued to work through the last dregs of my orgasm.

  When my eyes finally opened and I looked down at him, I could tell that he was only hanging on by a thread.

  “If you don’t want this, you need to get off me. Now,” he said roughly.

  As fucking if.

  “Fuck me,” I commanded just before he rolled us in one swift move.

  “You ever fucked on a water bed before?” He asked as he ground his erection down into my mound.

  I shook my head.

  “No,” I said breathlessly, swaying back and forth with the movement.

  He grinned, sitting up until I could see his chest.

  His knees were planted in between my splayed thighs, and his chest was heaving as he took his hand and ran it down his ripped chest, further down his perfectly sculpted abs, only to come to a stop at the waistband of his underwear.

  I nearly groaned as I took in the sight.

  I’d seen him without a T-shirt before. Doing occupational therapy on a man’s shoulder allows you to see him without a shirt without crossing any unseen boundaries. But it’s so much different when you’re in bed with him.

  Last night it’d been dark. I’d changed in the bathroom, and when I’d come out, the light had been out, and the only thing illuminating the room was gone once I distinguished the bathroom light.

  Now, though, with the sun pouring in through the opened blinds, I could see his body very clearly.

  His chest was hairy. Not caveman hair, but a perfect blend of just enough hair to draw the eyes to the perfect places. His nipples and the happy trail going towards his groin.

  His nipples were dark brown against his tanned skin; the ridges of his abdomen were well defined, and I wanted to taste each and every damn ripple.

  I didn’t think he had an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Not even a hint of belly on him at all.

  I licked my lips, bringing his gaze from my eyes to my mouth, and he grinned before he started to lower his underwear teasingly.

  My eyes started to widen the minute his pubic hair started to show.

  We were nearly to the good stuff when he stopped.

  Fucking stopped.

  Just to the point where the root of his cock started to show, enticing me.

  It was thick, and the vein that was in the base was engorged.

  My eyes flashed up to his eyes. The desperation must’ve shown because he bent down, grasped my panties by the band, and practically ripped them off my legs.

  I squeaked in surprise, my legs splaying open and baring my vagina to him.

  I could feel the cool air dancing across my wet core, and I closed my eyes as his mouth came down to kiss the top of my pubic bone.

  I thanked God that I’d shaved the day before.

  His mouth was so very close to my aching clit, that when I tilted my hips slightly, his lips brushed over it, causing a jolt to course through me.

  I looked down my body at him, taking in his mouth as it opened slightly, allowing his tongue to escape.

  He gave my clit one slow, languid lick, causing my eyes to squeeze shut tightly.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I panted as my hands moved involuntarily to his hair.

  The next lick started at my clit, and he dragged it all the way down to my opening, before plunging it inside of me, taking me by surprise.

  My legs clamped shut, or tried to. His hands came up the back of my thighs, coming to a stop when he reached the back of my knees.

  Then, slowly, he pushed my knees up until they were resting on either side of my ribcage, exposing everything to his gaze.

  He grinned at me. “Beautiful.”

  I clenched at the raspy tone of his voice, forcing more wetness out of my core, and drawing his attention.

  Slowly, his head descended, and he licked my juices up, devouring everything he could reach north of my perineum with his tongue. He sucked. Licked. Flicked. Nuzzled.

  By the time he finally withdrew, I was a quivering mass of nerves. And ready.

  So ready.

  “Lift your shirt up,” he demanded.

  I blinked slowly before reaching my hands up and skimming the shirt up until it came to a rest underneath my chin, exposing my sensitive breasts to his gaze.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you. Watch your breasts bounce with the force of my thrusts,” he growled.

  Then, finally, he lowered the waistband of his underwear, and the cock I’d felt earlier was exposed.

  It looked angry.

  Veins popped out over the large, thick length. The head was large and engorged, and his balls hung low.

  I licked my lips and took my knees with each hand, widening them as far as I could get before he finally took the hint.

  Lowering himself down on one arm, he used the other to guide his cock to the lips of my sex.

  The large, ruddy crown touched my clit, as he rubbed it in circles, coating his cock in my copious juices.

  “Goddamn,” he said, eyes going hooded as I lifted my ass up, hoping he’d take the hint and put that monster inside of me.

  He did.

  Fully lubricated and coated in my wetness, he lined back up with my entrance, and slowly started to push inside.

  It wasn’t long before he was aware of the tightness.

  I bit my lip, plucking my nipples with both hands.

  His eyes moved up to mine and realization dawned.

  He didn’t withdraw, though.

  Instead, something dark shifted in his eyes. Something that spoke volumes, yet I couldn’t decipher because I was so hopeless with need.

  “Please,” I cried.

  His jaw clenched, and he started to push harder, breaking through the membrane that’d never been given to anyone. Only him.

  It didn’t hurt like I’d thought. It actually felt freaking awesome.

  His cock withdrew, then he pushed right back forward, repeating the process until he was fully seated inside of me.

  I was full. So full.

  He looked into my eyes, gauging my reaction.

  He didn’t need to. I was fine. More than fine. So fine, in fact, that I was ready to take over if he didn’t pull his cock out get on with it.

  Once he was sure I was okay, he pulled back all the way, coming to a stop with the tip resting against my entrance.

  With one rough thrust, he was back inside of me, filling me back up to the brim.

  I groaned, letting go of my breasts to grab onto the pillow beneath my head. Trying to find purchase to anything as the bed rocked and swayed with our movements.

  It was like being on a roller coaster… only with a cock inside of me that hit the spot that was quickly pushing me towards another orgasm.

  One that I knew would take my breath away.

  His eyes were everywhere. On my breasts as they swayed. On my hands as they clenched the pillow. On our bodies where they were connected.

  All the while, though, my eyes were on his.

  His muscles clenched and released with each forward and backward movement.

  His eyes were animated, and sweat fell slowly down his face and chest.

  A droplet fell from the bottom of his chin, splashing onto my collarbone.

  Wanting to feel it on me, I sat up, re
lishing in the feel of his cock taking me deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down with me until we were chest to chest, face to face.

  His breath was coming in pants, and the movement only served to heighten the experience.

  I felt so full. The feeling, although foreign, felt right.

  Like I was made to take him, and he was made to fill me.

  His mouth captured mine, and he ground his cock into me, making the wiry hairs surrounding his cock dig into my clit deliciously.

  He growled when I clenched onto him, making his hand reach down until he captured my knee again.

  Hooking one arm underneath, he started to pound into me, so fast and hard that our skin slammed together, filling the room with the sound of us.

  His eyes met mine and he said, “Let go.”

  I hadn’t been realizing that I was holding on, but as soon as he said that, whatever was holding me back released and I screamed out my climax.

  Euphoria poured through me as my orgasm stole home. The tunneling of his cock, as it hit deep inside of me, making it go on for forever.

  Once he was satisfied that I’d gone, he went up to a half plank above me, pulled out deliciously slow, and unhurriedly started working himself over my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

  I didn’t know what to look at. The sight of his hand working his cock, or his eyes.

  I alternated looking back and forth between the two, finally settling on his cock when I felt him stiffen.

  Then hot streams of come shot out of his cock, decorating my stomach with his release.

  His abs tightened with each spurt, and my hand snaked down to cup his balls, coaxing the last dregs of his come out of them as he continued to pulse onto my stomach.

  After one last grunt of effort, he froze, staring at the remnants of his orgasm on my belly, for all of two seconds, before he lifted his hand and rubbed it into my skin.

  “Is it weird that I’m ready to go again just by seeing this?” He asked as he continued to rub my belly.

  I shook my head, smiling. “No. I’m right there with you, honey.”

  He leaned close, dropping a kiss to my mouth. “So, I’m guessing that you’re into me.”