Page 107 of High Frequency

I’m grinning when I drive off, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself.

Tonight my friend is showing signs of coming back to life, and Saturday we’re hitting the trails, something I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to do again.

In addition, I only have four more days to wait before I can either move into Sloane’s bed, or have her move into mine. Then two more months to finish up the new place and get us permanently situated and ready to start our life together.

Fuck, I can’t wait.

Thirty-One

Sloane

“Not yet.”

My nails dig into his glutes as I try and speed up his movements, but he holds firm to his excruciatingly measured pace. His jaw is clenched, and sweat is dripping down his face with the effort to maintain control.

“You’re not human,” I accuse him, as he keeps me teetering on the edge of a climax I just know is going to blow my head off.

It feels like it was hours ago he woke me up with his mouth between my legs. The man has fast become an expert at playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. He’s at his most playful in the early morning hours, when there is less chance of Aspen waking up, so he can torture me mercilessly.

“Dan,please…” I plead.

It’s almost painful, every nerve in my body vibrating with a need only he seems able to elicit. But when he slides his hands behind my knees to spread them wider, I know he’s reached the edge of his restraint.

Release comes fast and violently, with Dan’s face shoved in my neck and his cock planted deep. It feels like I’m having some sort of out-of-body experience, and if not for his weight keeping me anchored to the mattress, I might have levitated off the bed.

“Christ, baby,” he pants against my skin. “I don’t think I can move.”

“Hmm,” is all I manage. I’m content lying here, surrounded by Dan, suspended in time.

Lounging in bed is a luxury I haven’t had much opportunity for since I returned to work as a sheriff’s deputy. Both Dan and I start at seven in the morning, and I drop Aspen off at the wonderful daycare I found for her on the way into town. On the weekends we’ve been working on the house. So I’m enjoying these few extra mindless moments.

But eventually thoughts of the busy days ahead creep in. They’ll be different from the hectic few months behind us to get the house done, or the crazy weekend to get us all moved in. Today is my first of three vacation days leading into the holiday weekend, but I won’t have time to relax.

First to arrive today are Mom and Steve. They’re renting their own car in Kalispell so won’t need a pick up, but I should probably get this house in order. My parents are staying with Sully and Pippa, but I still have to get our house ready for guests. Last night we rolled into bed but there are still plenty of boxes to be unpacked, and I haven’t even started on putting together the guest rooms where Dan’s family will be staying on Thanksgiving.

I actually suggested that. Since Lindsey and her family are already at Dan’s father’s place in Kalispell, initially the plan had been for them to head back there after Thanksgiving dinner before they return to Durango again the next day. That way we have a chance to spend some quality time with everyone. We’ll have a few days to spend with Mom and Steve before the holiday, and we’ve already visited with David, Dan’s father, a couple of times since he’s only an hour or so away. However, I haven’t met Lindsey or her family yet, although I’ve spoken to her on the phone, and I thought it might be nice to get to know them.

“I’m guessing the fun is done?”

Dan nuzzles my neck and presses what feels like a brand-new morning erection against my thigh.

“You’re inhuman,” I accuse him.

He pushes off me and grins down. His hair is standing every which way and he still has the imprint of his pillow on the side of his face, but his eyes sparkle, his smile is contagious, and he is by far the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. Inside and out.

I’m about to tell him so when the baby monitor jumps to life with a loud squeal. Our little alarm clock is up and ready for the day.

“I’ll get her,” Dan volunteers, hopping out of bed.

Another thing that makes him beautiful is the way he adores Aspen as much as he adores me, and is not afraid to show us every day. I want my daughter to grow up knowing she deserves nothing less.

“Hey,” I call out when he disappears into the hallway.

He pokes his head back around the corner. “Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?”

In two steps he bridges the distance to the bed, and I find myself half hauled up in his arms and kissed breathless. When he lifts his head, he has a tiny smirk on his face.

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