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“Okay, Joyce and Ava went out over a week ago. They both said when they’d be back at a certain time, but they gave two times. Alex panicked when Joyce missed her latter time she stated of getting back. After half an hour, he went and got Morgan, we were able to see her on the computer, but what if all of the vehicles are out? Will we be able to tell who is driving each one?”
“Yes, the numbers are assigned to the vehicle, not the person. So, say I’m out in the black Jeep, and Joyce takes the white truck, you’ll see the number, and know which vehicle it belongs to, and where we are.”
“Will this program also be in the house downstairs in your war room?”
“It will, and once it’s finished, it will also be in the office. Tomorrow I’d like to do this...” She pointed to the screen, and brought up the first thing she’d shown him—the locations on the garage. “...but I’ll be doing the house, unless I can get into the office tomorrow.”
“You can. Chuck and I discussed it, and it should be good for you to do what you need to do tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” She finished eating, and once she was done, as John cleared away her plate, she shut the computer down, and stood. They shut off the lights, and locked up as they left the garage, and instead of joining the others out at the firepit, she turned to him and sighed. “I need a shower.”
John leaned in and smirked, “Need help washing your back?”
“Maybe.” She didn’t elaborate, and went into the house after waving to the ones outside. She again waved to the ones inside watching TV, and went up the stairs to her room. She didn’t know John was behind her until she reached her door. Together, they went in, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind them, John spun her around and planted a kiss on her, burying his hands in her hair in the process. Astrid sank into the kiss, and she too buried her hands in his hair. It was a long time before they came up for air, but when they did, they found themselves lying on the bed.
“This isn’t taking a shower,” she said against his neck with a smile on her lips.
“I know, I figured we could work up a sweat, and make the shower so much sweeter.”
Astrid laughed, then moaned when he lifted her shirt up and over her head. Before she could get it off her hands, he had her bra unclasped, removed, and tossed over his shoulder. He wasted no time gathering her breasts in his hands, and sucking both nipples into this mouth at once.
“I didn’t get to play with these last night,” he said against her, and if Astrid hadn’t been so turned on, she would have laughed at his expression, like a little boy had been deprived of his treat. It was several minutes before she realized he’d undone her pants, and she pushed his head away from her.
“My turn,” was all she said as she sat up, gripped the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it over his head. She sighed at the well-defined muscles staring back at her, then leaned in and kissed him in the center of his chest, before she kissed her way over to his distended nipple, taking the flat disc in her mouth, like he had done to her. With her hands on his shoulders, she gave him a gentle shove, smiling as he lay back, giving her the access to his body that she wanted. Kissing her way between his nipples, she then followed his happy trail down, kissing beside it, until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. In seconds, she had the button undone, and the zipper lowered. She laughed when John’s hands got in the way, and together they stripped him of his jeans, and underwear. Before she could return to him, he had her pants and panties stripped. They both fell back on the bed laughing.
As Astrid looked up at John, she sighed, then grinned as she placed her hands on his chest and gave him a shove, when he went willingly onto his back, she began kissing his chest, and kissed her way down to his jutting erection. Before she could take him in her mouth, he placed his hand over himself to stop her. At her frown, he looked at her to say, “You don’t have to.”
“What if I want to?” Astrid whispered, and removed his hand, then licked the length of him, making sure to suck his engorged head into her mouth. At the sound coming from his throat, she looked up and smiled around his cock. She reached up to run her fingernail over his nipple, and when he pushed his head back into the pillow, and looked like he was about to lose it, she doubled her efforts to give him pleasure. As his hands reached for her, she let his cock pop out of her mouth, and she crawled up his body, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, rolled it on him, then straddled him.
“You okay?” she asked as she looked down at him, making sure she had his cock in her hand, and was poised above him.
“Yeah,” he said, then sucked in his breath hard, when she slowly lowered herself down onto him.
“Don’t. Move.” John stared at her, and it took everything he had not to shoot his release. After several seconds, he could breathe easier, and it wasn’t long before he had his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft. He only paused long enough for her to enjoy her orgasm, then he doubled his efforts to see if she could have another one before he came. To help her along, he reached between them and played with her clit, and only smiled at her when she looked down at him with wide eyes. Not three seconds later, Astrid’s entire body stiffened, and when her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, he lost it right along with her. He wrapped his arms around her when she slumped forward onto his chest, and held on tight. As his heartbeat began to slow, along with his breathing, he felt content for the first time in a long time. Reaching down to the foot of the bed, he started to pull up the blankets, but Astrid revived enough to lift her head and shake it.
“Shower,” she mumbled, then stumbled off him, and into the connecting bathroom. As the water was turned on, John continued to lie there with nothing but contentment coursing through him. As much as he wanted to roll over and fall asleep, he knew he needed to take care of the condom, and clean up before doing that.
With a huge sigh, he held onto the condom, then stood before going into the bathroom. By the time he climbed in behind Astrid, the water was nice and hot, and she finished quickly, so he had the entire shower, and all the hot water to himself. By the time he came back out to the bedroom, he smiled as Astrid was under the light blanket, but the side of the bed he slept on had the covers drawn back. Not wanting to assume anything, he leaned over her, and whispered, “Do you want me to stay?”
“Please,” she mumbled, and by the time he climbed in behind her, she was fast asleep.
CHAPTER12
A few days later,Astrid looked up from her computers, and leaned back in her chair when she spotted her boss, Morgan, leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of coffee cradled in her hands.
“You okay?” Astrid frowned at the other woman when she saw how tired she looked.
“Yeah,” Morgan sighed, sipped her coffee, then sauntered into the office, and took up residence on the edge of one of the other desks.
“You sure? You look exhausted,” Astrid said as she leaned forward, and picked up her own coffee cup, then winced when she realized it had gone cold.
“Go get a refill,” Morgan said as she sipped her own. Astrid didn’t wait to be told twice. In no time she was back and settled behind her desk. “Thanks for asking about me,” she said as she shook her head. “I was up late last night with the last-minute planning for the wedding. My man of honor was being outrageous in some of his suggestions.”
“Man of honor?” Astrid scowled at her in confusion.
“Lucas.” Morgan grinned, pulled a chair over to the side of Astrid’s desk, and settled in. “I don’t know if you heard about how I was in an accident a few years ago, and Lucas found me?”
“Not really,” Astrid said as she settled back in her own chair, and listened as Morgan told her what had transpired two years ago. All about the accident, how Wyatt had treated her, and what had happened when she’d returned home, and how Wyatt had gone out to learn how to ride a motorcycle, then came to her literally with his hat in his hand.
