Page 40 of Holding Out For A Holiday Hero

But heroes didn’t take cases because they wanted to fuck the women they were supposed to protect.

He had never been a hero. Hadn’t he tried to warn True of that very fact?

“You are a hero to me.” Soft. Husky.

Jake shook his head. Tell her. Was that his conscience talking? Yeah, it was. Whispering for him to tell her that he’d taken the case because he wanted her. Because he’d always been a bit obsessed with True Blakely, and he’d seen his chance to finally get close to her when she’d appeared in his office. “I’m not.” Ragged. He let go of her wrist and, once more, stood by the bed. The lamp light hit his body.

True sat up. Her gaze drifted over him and lingered on the scars that marked his chest. His stomach.

He had other scars on his back. Not nice and clean lines. In battle, there wasn’t time for clean. He’d been sewed up as the world exploded around him.

Should he tell her that he’d thought of her during those dark times? That he’d wondered what sweet True Blakely was doing, how she was?

If she was happy?

Her hand reached out and her soft fingers trailed over the scar that cut across his right hip. A bullet graze. That scar wasn’t so bad. The bullet had just ripped the skin away as he leapt for cover. Hadn’t damaged the muscle or bone.

But her touch had him sucking in a breath even as his entire body tensed.

“You were hurt so many times.” Her eyes were on his scars. “I’m sorry.”

Why the hell was she sorry?

Before he could ask, she leaned forward. Her lips pressed to the scar on his hip. He looked down at her.

Sweets, you are way too close to another part of my anatomy.

Her hair slid over said part of his anatomy. And when her silken locks teased his dick, a low rumble broke from Jake. At the sound, she looked up at him. Looked up with her body still leaning toward him. With his dick way too close to her mouth.

He didn’t say a word. I should. I’m supposed to say some comforting shit. He’d never tried to comfort anyone before. But this was different. This was True.

She stared at him. Then, a slow smile curved her lips. A sensual smile.

“True?” Her name came out so rough that it was more a growl than anything else.

She slid from the bed.

Okay, okay. He sucked in a breath. This was?—

She went to her knees in front of him. Her fingers curled around his dick. Ever so lightly, as if she was afraid she’d hurt him. Hah. Not happening.

“If I need to slow down, say sleigh bells.” She leaned forward. Her breath blew lightly over the head of his cock. “And if you want more, say jingle.”

Hell, hell. True was about to take his dick into her mouth? “True, I?—”

She opened her mouth and took his dick inside.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle!

His hands clamped around her shoulders. She was hesitant, licking and sucking carefully and driving him absolutely insane because True was going down on him. His True. His dick pushed deeper into her mouth. She sucked and pulled with her lips and licked with her tongue even as her soft fingers squeezed the base of his cock.

So good. Too good.

True was on her knees before him. Licking him. Sending him hurtling toward release, and he would be coming in her mouth. Exploding soon and he had to?—

“True!” Jake pulled back.

She blinked at him. Her lips were swollen. Wet. “Didn’t you like it?”

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