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I forced myself to watch as she pleasured me, silent worship all I could manage. Her dark hair clung to her cheeks, water dripping down the strands to fall on my feet, each droplet drip-dripping away at my control.
So fucking beautiful. Rosy cheeks, pink mouth, my cock disappearing between her sweet lips.
“Oh, god.” It was all I could get out. Her only warning. Instead of pulling away, she caught my gaze, holding it as she drained my soul from my body.
“Baby, are we clean yet?” I bit out, gasping.
“I don’t know…” Rae drew it out, adding a small smile as she pushed to her feet, leaning against the shower as if she, too, needed the support. She trailed a hand from her neck, across her breasts, down to her thighs. “I’m still feeling pretty… dirty.”
I bit back a curse. I’d hadonejob. Condoms.
The shower head was the detachable style. I’d already fiddled with the spray settings. Slowly, a smile spread across my face. I snatched a quick kiss from Rae before pulling the showerhead from its bracket.
“I think I’ve got an excellent idea to get you all cleaned up…”
Chapter 23 – Rae
The safe taunted me from the coffee table. It was really more of a lock box. Probably meant for protecting documents in a fire. Which made its presence hidden in the garage odd. Jia claimed not to know about it, and I believed her.
What had my cousin been up to? Had he been watching the sunset from the bluffs, or having a late-night meeting? With whom? And how did he get there unless someone gave him a ride? His legitimate business partner, Brandon, claimed to be off-island. My brothers were the next logical choice, but I couldn’t imagine either of them having the imagination for a criminal enterprise. And if they wanted into the house, all they had to do was swing by to visit the kids.
We’d cycled through every combination Jia gave us after dinner. Watching YouTube yielded a few more tricks, but the safe stayed stubbornly closed.
“I could get a blowtorch from the garage,” Zach offered, half-joking.
I tugged at my bottom lip. “I don’t want to risk damaging the contents.”
Zach scrubbed his head, ruffling his hair until it stood up in clumps. He looked as frustrated as I felt.
“In my head, this was much more romantic,” he said.
He fluttered his lashes, his dark hair flopping over his forehead. It was impossible not to be charmed. I couldn’t imagine doing any of this with anyone else. Not the orgasms in the shower, taking care of Hana and Tae, or the safe cracking.
Zach Fenwick and I were meant to be partners. I could feel it. I let that certainty settle into my bones. The peace. We made a good team. Always had, whether it was in search and rescue or as neighbors. It shouldn’t surprise me that our chemistry extended to the bedroom and beyond. He’d awakened a hunger in me that I wouldn’t have believed existed even a few weeks ago.
Zach was driven, though he played it off with an excess of charm. It was part of what made Harbor Brews so successful. He’d fought hard for his place as a businessman in his own right on the island. And he’d won. We had that in common. I crossed my fingers, hiding the superstitious gesture beneath my thigh. Ihopedwe had it in common.
“I really thought we’d crack this.” His expression turned grim. “I think we need to take the safe to the Sheriff’s Office. Make a show of it. Then whoever has been lurking might back off. As much as I consider Gran indestructible, I won’t put her at risk either.”
“Let’s give it until tomorrow. Maybe if we try again in the morning with fresh eyes, we’ll get somewhere. Besides, I need to ask Jia’s permission. We have no idea what’s in there. I don’t want to violate her family’s privacy by exposing whatever secrets Jordan was hiding unless we have to.”
Zach grimaced. “No. I get it.” He pointed his thumb at himself. “Related to Gran.”
I chuckled, but it lacked any real humor. Living in a house that had been invaded, not once but twice, had me peeking around corners. Managing two kids and a house was difficult enough. We didn’t need the extra stress of a stranger lurking in the shadows.
Headlights cut through the front blinds.
“I’ll take this upstairs to our room. That’s gotta be Gran with the kids.”
Ourroom.
It slipped off his tongue so naturally. And right into my heart.
Gran bustled in with Hana and Tae in tow. She had a colorful backpack slung over one arm.
“Thanks for coming,” I said, taking her bag. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”
Gran lifted one shoulder, eyes calm. “I told you if you were going to be bad, invite me.”
