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“Forgot the condom, baby,” he says.

“Don’t care. No one but you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his.

“You ready for babies?” he asks with a chuckle.

“If they’re ours, yeah.”

He smiles. “Love that, but I need more time with it being just you and me. I’ll be more careful next time,” he says, then kisses me sweetly. “I love you in my shirt. From now on, I want to see you in it often. No panties, though.”

I laugh, and he carries us into the bedroom. He lays me carefully on the bed and strips naked, then reaches for my panties and takes them off.

“This time, we’re going to do this nice and slow,” he says. He’s a man of his word. He worships my body with his mouth and hands, and when he finally sinks his cock inside me, I hear his contented sigh. “Damn, this feels good.”

Chapter23

It’s an Illness

Bull

I’m grateful for a lazy Saturday. Maya and I both needed to catch up on our sleep. After any case as intense as this one was, the Storm team takes a short break before jumping into something new. We’ll be taking extra time since Rebel’s going to be recovering for the next six weeks.

The bullet missed all the major organs, but having been shot myself, I know the pain he’s going through. Phoenix and I offered to go back to Falcon’s to help settle Rebel into the spare room he has, but Wire said he could help out and told us to get home to our women. Falcon made arrangements on the plane to have a nurse on duty from the time we landed until Rebel’s mobile again. Rebel protested for all of five minutes before the nurse told him to suck it up and deal.

I had to walk away to keep Rebel from seeing my smile. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman talk to Rebel that way, and the look of shock on his face was priceless.

“What are you smiling about?” Maya asks as she sets the platter of pancakes down in front of me. She’s still wearing my T-shirt, having added a pair of leggings, looking completely adorable with her hair piled up on the top of her head.

“I think Rebel’s met his match with the nurse Falcon hired. He’s used to pushing people around or using his charm and good looks to get his way, and she’s not having any of it,” I tell her. She gets cuter when she giggles. “I feel sorry for Falcon. He’s going to want to throttle Rebel if he continues to be a huge pain in the ass.”

Maya’s ready to sit down when the doorbell rings.

“Expecting someone?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Gertie, maybe?”

“Miss Randall. Miss Randall, are you there?” The voice sounds desperate. “It’s important.”

Maya moves to the door, but I beat her to it and find her student Josh on her stoop, looking anxious and worried. Maya pops her head around me. “Josh? What are you doing here? Do your parents know where you are?”

“Calvin’s in trouble. He calls me every night, and he didn’t last night. I’ve been calling and calling, and he’s not picking up,” he says in a rush. “We have a system. He calls, and I know he’s good. He didn’t call.”

I hook an arm around the kid’s shoulders and draw him inside. “Josh, what aren’t you telling us? Maya’s told me you’ve been dropping hints, and maybe it’s time to spill it. We can’t go barging into Calvin’s house without reason, and it’s not enough that he didn’t answer your call.”

“I promised,” Josh replies, completely distraught.

“I understand loyalty. I get it better than anyone. But we can’t confuse loyalty with doing right by your friend. I got my brothers, and I swear to God, if any of them need me, I’m there. But if they’re doing stupid shit, I call them on it.”

“Calvin’s the only one who takes care of her, and she’s batshit crazy,” Josh says.

“Who are you talking about?”

“His mother,” Josh sighs. “She goes off her meds and then gets violent. Last time, she almost killed herself and Calvin.”

“Where’s his dad?” Maya asks. She’s already pulling on her coat and handing me mine. Neither of us would be able to ignore what Josh is saying.

“Away, on business,” Josh replies with a sneer. “He doesn’t care. He’s gone all the time to get the hell away for her.”

“Don’t move, either of you,” I order and grab my phone. “Yeah, man. Sorry. I need your help. I’ll explain it on the way. Five minutes.”

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