Page 51 of Enforcing the Rules

“I know what my baby girl needs.” I finger fucked her until she was on her toes, clutching at me. I added a thumb, circling her clit and making her gasp again. I watched her bare breasts bounce and jiggle. Dipping my head, I laved one nipple with my tongue, then tormented the tip with my teeth. Finally, when I knew from her jerking thrusts as she fucked my hand that she was close to that razor-sharp edge of orgasm, I sucked hard.

Her nails sunk into my shoulders, and she came hard, gasping for air. Her body went limp. I dipped and put my shoulder to her belly and threw her over my shoulder. It wasn’t hard to find her bedroom. I dropped her on her back, and I stripped for her.

I tossed a strip of condoms on the bed, but her eyes didn’t stray to them. I dragged a hand down over the inked skin that covered my hard abs, down to take my hard dick in my hand.

“This is all for you, baby. You want it?”

“God, yes. Please.”

I spread her legs wide, slipped on a condom, and sank deep.

Bending over her, I sucked hard on one nipple, then the other. Her legs were still shaking when I wrapped them around my waist and moved inside her with long, slow thrusts intended to reawaken every nerve ending she had.

Her back arched, and her hips bucked while her fingers threaded in my hair, holding my mouth to her breast.

“Don’t stop,” she begged in a cracked, hushed plea.

I had no intention of stopping.

I lifted my head. “Look at me.”

When her gaze hit mine, I refused to let it go as I snaked my hand between us and thrummed her clit with my thumb. She jumped, then rubbed against my touch.

When she was about to get close to orgasm, I pulled out, flipped her over, yanked her hips up, and drove back inside. From this angle, I knew I’d find and hit that sweet spot inside her that made that orgasm ten times more intense.

My hands gripped her hips, controlling the speed and power, not letting her pull away until I had her panting and thrashing.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped between breaths. “Hurry.”

I was right there with her. I reached around and pinched her nipple hard, and over she went, screaming. A second later, I followed.

We collapsed on the bed, then I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom, flipping the water on and feeling the spray until it was warm. I pulled her under, soaped every inch of her skin, and shampooed her hair. I took my time, my lips trailing along her neck. I was gentle with her now, treating her with tender, loving care.

Then I dried every inch and carried her back to bed, tucking her in.

“Don’t go. Please.”

I’d had every intention of leaving her alone to sleep, but I couldn’t deny her plea. I crawled in next to her and pulled her soft body against mine, wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her temple. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake.

Kate was fast asleep, but I couldn’t drift off. There was too much street noise. The bars had let out not long ago and drunks wandered along the sidewalk under her window.

Finally, I gave it up, and threw the cover off me. I slipped into my jeans, leaving them unfastened and moved to the window, brushing the sheer aside. The moon was gone, and only the streetlamps lit the town. I’d never had a bird's-eye view of Main Street like this before. I wondered absently if she had access to the roof.

I thought about that car that drove past earlier and the occupant who’d said something to Kate. I glanced over my shoulder, but she was still asleep. I don’t know why she’d lie to me, but that’s what it felt like when she said he was no one. I’ve got a thing about lies, and in that moment, all my defenses went up.

Her purse sat on the dresser, and it caught my eye. I carried it into the other room.

I knew a woman’s purse was sacred, but I was worried she was involved in something dangerous—something that had creeps threatening her at her mother’s café.

Memphis had promised to check on those two for me, but I needed to find out what I could through Kate.

I sat on the couch and peered inside her bag, trying not to disturb anything. A folded set of papers were tucked beside her wallet. I pulled them out carefully, glancing toward the bedroom door. It was still quiet.

I unfolded the packet and read it.

It was a bond enforcement contract with the skip’s information at the top. Ray Lee Baker. The name nagged at me, but I couldn’t place it. The arrest was for vehicular homicide and the bond and bounty were exorbitant.

I frowned.

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