Page 52 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
That sound she made wasOtherworldly.She could get another car tomorrow if that’s what she wanted. She could have whatever she wanted from me.
I filled her slowly, letting her feel every inch. Her head fell back. Her hands scrambled for my shoulders needing something solid to hold onto. Water pounded on my back, but all I could hear was the sound of her trying not to scream.
“Scream. I’m the only one that can hear you. Let me hear you,” I said as she screamed, not holding back anymore. I gave her another orgasm right there against the wall. Her body shook around me, her mouth opened in a silent cry. I could feel her soul trying to crawl out of her chest.
By the time we finished, we were both spent. I gently washed her off, every curve, every sensitive spot and then grabbed a towel, drying her off.
Back in the bedroom, she had slipped into the white T-shirt I’d worn to dinner.
“I wanna smell you all night,” she whispered, causing me to smile and my heart to pitter-patter in my chest.
“Be careful before I move you and my son in.”
“There you go doing too much.” She giggled as she climbed into bed. I turned off the lights and slid in beside her. She curled into me without hesitation; her cheek pressed to my chest.
“You good?” I kissed her temple.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
I pulled the covers up around her shoulders and kissed her hair again. Still in disbelief that she was here in my arms.
Tonight was a good night.
One I wouldn’t forget.
I stoodin my driveway watching Sametra’s taillights disappear, already missing her warmth. Twelve hours weren’t nearly enough. The way she’d looked in my shirt this morning, the soft sounds she’d made last night...
Damn. That woman had my nose wide the fuck open, and I couldn’t even deny it if I wanted to. I knew I loved her the minute I saw her, but having her soft, sweet, sexy ass in my presence, choosing me was something entirely different.
The way she’d trusted me with her body, her heart—after everything she’d been through. Every kiss, every touch felt like a gift.
I touched my lips, still tasting her lip gloss, still feeling the way she’d pressed against me trying to be my second skin. I couldn’t lie, I was trying to be just as close, if not closer.
My phone buzzed, a text from her already.
Baby: Missing you already. Thank you for the most perfect night! As usual.
I was smiling like a fool, typing back, when something nagged at my peripheral vision. That rental car. I’d noticed it when I first came outside, parked maybe fifty yards down. I thought nothing of it. I figured someone was visiting the Johnsons.
But now, looking closer, and coming from my sex high, my body went from relaxed to alert in seconds. This wasn’t a busy street or neighborhood, five houses max. And the Johnsons were in Florida for the weekend.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Someone was in the driver’s seat, slumped low. How long had they been there? My jaw clenched. After everything with Ashe showing up at the hospital, at...
I stepped back inside my house to grab my gun. Somebody had me fucked up and would learn a lesson on it today. I exited my house from the back and crept up so they wouldn’t see me and decide to leave.
I slipped my hand behind my back, fingers closing around the grip of my Glock. Moving with purpose, I crossed the distance quickly. The figure in the car shifted, trying to start the engine.
Too late.
I was at the window before he could flee, tapping the barrel against the glass.
“Step yo weak ass out the car.”
Ashe. Of course it was Ashe.
When he didn’t move fast enough, I yanked the door open and hauled him out by his shirt, slamming him against the rental. The smell of piss hit me, this nigga had pee’d on himself. Pathetic.
“You got ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow your fucking head off for sitting in front of my shit like a goddamn creep.”
