Page 49 of Jolene's Justice

He couldn’t hold out any longer as her body milked his. His balls twitched, and he erupted, pouring sheer fire inside her.

Breakfast did not survive their morning romp. Not that she cared. He’d made her soar not once, but twice. She’d never had a partner like him. He was fun and sexy in one hot, muscular package. He turned her on in ways she’d never imagined.

For example, during breakfast take two, they were down in the kitchen together putting the meal together. Her body was still sizzling from their earlier exploits. Therefore, every time he touched her, she felt the heat. And it built, mercilessly.

Finch, the stinker, could tell the effect he was having on her and took full advantage. The second breakfast was ruined—at least the food was—when he was unable to hold out any longer. He lifted her onto the counter, pulled her shorts off, and feasted on her. She should have been embarrassed at the display she’d made. But she wasn’t. The sensations were too overwhelming for her to care that she had her legs spread as wide as they could go on her dad’s kitchen counter.

But the man’s tongue did things to her, and she blocked out everything else except the things he was doing to her. She came all over his face. In fact, she’d never come so hard in her life.

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on the couch and Finch was buried deep inside her. She was all for it. Couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t even stop long enough to eat, apparently. They’d have to, eventually. They’d need the fuel at the rate they were going. And the gummy worms wouldn’t cut it.

But,oh God, when he moved inside her like that, who needed food? She could live off orgasms, right?

Apparently not, since as soon as they’d come down from another fiery eruption and gotten cleaned up, they were putting together breakfast take three, laughing over the fact that they’d have to increase their food budget at the rate they were going.

Since the rain was still coming down in buckets, they sat at the kitchen table to eat. The world was dark and gloomy outside, but inside felt all bright and shiny.

As they ate, Finch received a phone call from Matt Blankenship at the airfield where they’d landed, if one could call it that. She shuddered at the memory of the near disaster. Finch took her hand and twined his fingers with hers as if he sensed where her thoughts had gone and wanted to offer comfort.

She loved that he could sense those types of things in her and hoped she did the same for him. When his hand tightened around hers, she was definitely sensing his mood. He wasn’t happy about whatever Matt was telling him.

“Are you sure?” Finch said into the phone. “Yeah, okay. Do what you can. Send the sample off. But I doubt knowing the cause will get us anywhere.”

Jolene listened to his side of the conversation, trying to discern what they were talking about. It appeared something had been tampered with on the helicopter, and both men were pissed.

“How long till the part comes in? Okay. Yeah. Thanks, man.” He hung up and set his phone down on the table. He took a deep breath before looking up at her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Matt found what went wrong with the tail rotor.”

“I’m guessing it’s not good.”

He shook his head. His expression appeared almost as if he was shell-shocked. Hoping to convey strength, she squeezed his hand.

“There was some sort of substance that had eaten away at the flight control cable.”

“And that cable was important to the mechanics of the helicopter?” she asked, wishing she knew more about aircraft functions.

“Yeah. It’s a steel coil device that connects the cockpit controls to other control surfaces.”

“Like the tail rotor? That’s what you lost control of, right?”

“Yes. The tail rotor.”

“Does Matt know what the substance was?”

“No. He’s never seen anything like it before. He took some samples and sent it to someone he knows that works in a lab. Hopefully, they’ll be able to figure it out.”

“How did something like that get on the cable?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it? Matt said it wasn’t natural wear and tear. He said it looked like something had chewed away at the cable.” He glanced down at his phone as if it held the answers for him. She empathized with the type of man he was. He was meticulous about the condition of his aircraft. The fact that he’d missed seeing this issue was probably killing him. Clearly, it wasn’t his fault. But she knew it would be almost impossible to tell him that.

She thought about what could eat away at steel like that. No way it was an animal. That meant something had dripped onto the cable. Or was poured. She gasped at that thought.

“Oh my God, Finch. Do you think someone did this? Did someone—”

“Sabotage my helicopter?” he interrupted. “Yeah, I do.”

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