Page 49 of Where We Found Our Home
“Then why are you early? I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow. Did something happen?”
I sigh. “They sent me home.”
“Why?”
I start to fill her in on what happened on the scene, but for some reason when I go to tell her about the man, my brain freezes. I don’t feel right telling her about it. I want more answers about that before I loop her in. I can barely wrap my head around it, so how could she?
Her eyes are wide with concern. “Jesus. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m all good. My chief just decided to send me home, but I’ll go back on my next shift as normal.”
She eyes me skeptically. I know she doesn’t believe me. She knows me better than that by now, and I don’t fully understand why I’m not giving her the full story, but in my heart of hearts I know I’m making the right choice.
She seems to decide to let me be shady for now, and I’m grateful. “Okay, well, what do you need? How can I help you unwind?”
“I just need you.” She gives me a sexy smile and wraps her arms around my neck again. What’s crazy is that when I said I just need her, I didn’t even mean sex. I mean, of course I’m going to take what she’s offering me because I’d be dumb as hell not to, and I do want to, but being here, in her arms, with her checking to make sure I’m okay and rubbing circles on the back of my neck is more than enough.
She kisses my neck, and it snaps me back to the here and now. I squeeze her ass, and when she giggles I’m immediately rock hard for her. She pushes me down on her couch and straddles me. I cup her through her shorts, and she starts grinding against my hand.
“Stop trying to distract me,” she rasps.
I smile. “Distract you from what?”
“You’re the one who had a long day, so this is for you.” She slides down on her knees between my legs and pulls my cock out of my pants. Before I can even register what she said, she strokes me from base to tip twice, and I rock forward on instinct, my dick glistening with pre-cum.
“Baby, you don’t have to.”
She cuts me off. “You had me for breakfast. I’m having you for dinner. Now hush.” Ma’am yes ma’am. In the next moment her mouth is on me, and all coherent thought leaves me.
“Oh, shit,” I moan. Her tongue traces the vein in my dick, and I am powerless to this woman. When she relaxes her throat and takes me in deep, I’m lost looking at her. Before long, my hands are in her hair, and my hips are driving forward so she can take me deeper. Her mouth is so wet and warm, I could stay here forever. She snakes her hand up her thigh and starts rubbing lazy circles around her clit and moaning. The hum of her throat against my dick and the sight of her being turned on by pleasuring me brings me so close to finish, but I’m not ready for this to be over so I force myself to tame it down. Her mouth is like ecstasy, though, and soon I can’t hold back anymore.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come,” I warn her, but my words only spur her on more until I spill my release and she drinks me down. She looks up at me with mischief in her eyes, and I swear the Big Guy, or excuse me, Khal Drogo or Jay Z, is ready to go again.
She stands up between my legs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking completely satisfied with herself. “Feel better?” she asks as she kisses me.
“I’m not sure I could possibly feel any better.” Yes, I could. If I was sinking inside her right now I would feel ten times better.
“Perfect. How do you feel about leftover chili for dinner? I just made it yesterday.” She whispers, “it’ll be my second dinner” to herself and quietly laughs to herself. What a fucking nerd. I love it so much.
But umm…if she thinks we’re going anywhere but her bedroom right now she’s lost her mind.
“Do not look at me like that, Linc. I know your ass hasn’t eaten yet, so let’s eat. You’re gonna need your strength for the plans I have for you later anyway.”
The thought has me laughing and getting hard at the same damn time. “And what plans would those be?”
She tosses me a playful shrug before walking over to her fridge and pulling out her chili.
“Okay, wait a minute. Please tell me you’re lying.” She throws her head back in laughter. We’ve been sitting here eating and sharing old stories.
“No, I swear on my mama that happened.”
“So three of Shane’s exes end up at the same party, and his solution to dealing with all of them confronting him was to pull the fire alarm? At a work function? In a fancy hotel, surrounded by his bosses and important clients?”
“Oh, yeah. In his mind that made perfect sense,” I say with a chuckle. “Shane is great at what he does, but he hates personal confrontation and especially with women. His brain usually short-circuits so he ends up doing dumb shit like dramatically pulling the fire alarm to get away from them.”
“But isn’t falsely pulling a fire alarm illegal?”
“That’s the best fucking part. He knew that so he went into the bathroom, started a literal trash can fire, and then ran out and pulled the fire alarm so when the cameras showed he was the one to do it he had a legitimate reason for doing so. The hotel actually fucking thanked him for being so quick to pull the alarm and call attention to it. Believe me, Dom and I reamed him the fuck out when our crew got there and he told us the whole story, but when we think back on it, it’s damn funny.”
