“The depth of my emotions frightens me. I see secrets in your eyes, Shooter. Ones you’ve made no attempt to share with me.” Placing a finger across his lips, she shook her head. “I wasn’t fishing.”
He flicked out his tongue to caress her finger. “I owe you a story and soon I’ll pay that debt.” Backing away from her, he reached under her dress then pulled her down to lie on her back. She opened her legs wide and rested her hands on his chest.
“Make me forget what his hands felt like on me.”
He hooked his fingers in her underwear, pulling them down as he slid onto his knees. She followed him to the edge, propping herself up with her arms. Her brown eyes were haunted. There was a strain around her eyes and her mouth.
Keeping their gazes synched, he leaned in and traced her slit with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to spread her lips so he could reach her creamy center. He delivered a few flicks to her clit and her nectar began to flow.
“You always taste so sweet. My own personal brand of candy.” Adding a finger, he circled her walls and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. She jerked, whimpering as she rode him in time to the rhythm set. Tension melted away like butter and her pussy gripped
him tight. When her walls begun to quiver, he stopped. “Not yet. I want you to come around my cock.” Scrambling onto his feet, he made quick work of his fly, shoving his pants around his ankles as he lined up and surged balls-deep.
“God yes.” Her back came off the bed, and her legs snaked around his hips. They came together in a frenzy as he drove into her like a man possessed. He held her steady as she gave as good as she got. Screams spilled from her parted lips, urging him to go faster, harder and deeper without her saying the words.
He never made her beg—it would remind her too much of a past he wanted to erase. Her pussy tightened and her muscles grew tense. Tilting her hips, he stroked faster, driving so deep he hit her cervix. Her walls pulsed around him and her hungry pussy pulled him under the waves of completion, sending him flying as he emptied himself in his personal heaven.
Chapter Ten
Juliette entered the code to her brand-new alarm system, disarming and resetting it. Specs had come in with Gadget, wired, programmed and explained it to her in laymen’s terms. It’d become second nature…and she hated it.
What had been her sanctuary now felt like a prison. The beautiful woods behind the home had become a threat. Walks, runs and reminiscing among the trees had come to an abrupt halt. Yoga was done in her home. Any cardio took place in a gym. Tension was a piano wire stretched a bit tighter every day.
Since the note there’d been no contact whatsoever. Peter seemed to have disappeared off the face of the planet. Whatever Shooter had planned, he kept it under wraps, which was probably for the best.
Things worked well when his business stayed his. They had differing definitions of right and wrong. He walked in that gray area. In her mind, that didn’t detract from the fact he was a good man. She’d never been so well taken care of in her life. Her mother’s man radar had been tripped and she’d begun to pester her about meeting the man taking up so much of her daughter’s time.
A smile tugged her lips up as she imagined the stunned expression on her mother’s face when she met Shooter. She couldn’t get further away from Peter if she tried. Tossing her keys and purse on the table against the wall, she walked into her bedroom. Slowly but surely, Shooter had infiltrated the space. A pair of his boots sat inside her open closet. A few t-shirts and a couple pairs of jeans, boxers and socks lived in their own drawer.
The newest, unwelcome but necessary, addition peeked at her from its home beside her bed. A .38 Special rested in a case, loaded in safety mode, ready to be cocked and used at a moment’s notice.
When it came to her safety, Shooter was a task master, forcing her to practice cocking, aiming and firing daily. Even with the minimal kickback, firing felt awkward. The day it didn’t, a part of her would die a bit. After stripping out of her pencil skirt and blouse, she tossed the items in her hamper, replacing them with a comfortable pair of shorts and a Lords tank top. Shooter was out on a run for the week, so she’d be on her own. The house felt almost empty without him.
Leaving the hectic pace of her day job behind, she walked into the kitchen, washed her hands and began to pull out the ingredients for pizza. The girls were headed over to keep her company and watch a few flicks and it was her turn to provide food. After telling them about the reappearance of Peter they’d gone out of their way to lend extra support.
Peeling back the blue corner of the dough canister, she cringed. Wait for it, wait for it. Pop. The explosion made her jerk. No matter how many times she opened dough it never failed to jar her. After stretching it out onto the pizza pan, she sauced, cheesed, added pepperoni and turned on the oven to preheat.
The doorbell sounded. Someone must’ve left work early. She tossed the empty cheese packet into the garbage, headed to the door and peered out the peephole. The man dressed in the brown uniform holding a cardboard box confused her.
She opened the door, keeping her newly installed chain lock attached.
“Can I help you?”
“Ms. Moore?” The man in the brown uniform with a matching hat might as well be offering up poison. Her palms grew slick with sweat and her heart began to gallop.
“Yes.”
“I have a delivery for you.” He held up a tablet. Everything proved in order, and she found herself desperate to receive Peter’s message. Maybe I can outsmart him Removing the sliding lock, she opened the door wide.
“I just need you to sign here.”
After signing with the stylus, she took the box from the deliveryman.
“Have a nice day, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” He took the machine and returned to the giant brown vehicle in her driveway.
Curious, she walked inside. She grabbed the scissors and opened up the box with shaking hands. Peeling back the flaps, she found a single dark-red rose. What does that mean? A glance at her watch told her the girls would be arriving any moment.