Vixen Healed (Vintage Vixen 2)

“You ready?”

She pushed her ass out and wagged it. “I’ve never tried it like this before, but I’m feeling adventurous.”

“I’ll make it good for you, baby.” He kissed her jaw line, pulled out his wallet, removed a condom and held it in his teeth as he made quick work of his pants, shoving them around his ankles with his boxers before he sheathed himself in latex. He nudged her slippery center and plunged inside. Feminine walls gave way, suctioned him in her heat.

“Damn this tight little pussy is the nicest place I’ve ever been to.” He pulled out and thrust in to the hilt again and again. His digits dug into her soft hips as he rode her. His sack slapped against her and heightened his pleasure. Wicked cries filled the air. Her breath came in pants, and her legs shook.

“Oh! I’m going to come.”

“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me, cream all over my cock.” Her walls shuddered, and she threw back her head, her mouth opened in a soundless scream. She came apart in his arms, pulling him with her into the abyss. He spurted hot jets of cum as she milked him for all he was worth. They collapsed together against the wall. Once he caught his breath he spoke.

“You know I’m not done with you yet, right? This is going to have to tide us up for two whole weeks.”

“Will we be continuing after then?” Her voice held a hopeful tone. She turned to glance at him over her shoulder.

“Do you want us to?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “I’d like nothing better.”

“Then we will. This isn’t something I’ve ever done on a case, C. Everything about you is different … special.”

“You were my final step fully back into the land of the living.” She brought her hand up to tangle in his hair and pulled him to her sweet lips. It was more than a kiss, it was an unspoken vow. They parted, and his knees grew weak. She’s the one. The thought would’ve sent him out into the streets once. Tonight it gave him a sense of peace and contentment. Somewhere along the way he’d changed, or maybe it was just becoming evident and it’d been happening all along. For the first time since he was inducted into the police academy he wanted something different.

Chapter Five

This was the moment she’d been waiting for what seemed her entire adult life. The courtroom was silent, and tensions were high. She gripped what would’ve been her mother-in-law’s hand tight. Their clammy palms were clenched in a death grip as they leaned forward in their seats. The lead juror stood. She held her breath.

“We the jury find Markus Vasquez guilty of murder in the first degree.” The courtroom erupted into chaos as Markus jumped up from the table and attacked a Bailiff. They fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Other officers ran to aid them. He stood, aimed the gun at her, and fired of a shot. The sound filled her ears, a searing pain ripped though her chest, and the world went black.

****

Kelly stood outside the hospital room, uncertain if he should turn around and leave, or walk inside the room. He took a step toward the door, touched the handle and moved back. It wasn’t like him to be so indecisive. If I don’t go in I’ll always regret it. He rapped on the metal twice with his knuckles, and opened the door. There was no one else there. He’d made sure of that. Claire lay in the bed, small and still. It’d been a week since he last saw her in the courtroom. He’d wanted to rush to the hospital to be by her side, but the Chief threatened him with everything under the sun. It was his insistence that she was in no danger of dying and that it would throw her family in turmoil that had made him wait. That and arrangements. He wanted to come to her with nothing left to keep them apart. He shut the door behind him, and her eyelids fluttered open. Angry brown lasers pinned him to the spot.

“What are you doing here?” A frown marred her luscious lips. The hands that rested on the white blankets were balled into fists.

“I came to see you.”

“You took your time about it.”

“I didn’t have much choice.”

“You didn’t seem keen on following the rules before.”

He sighed and walked over to the chair beside her bed. “After I shot and killed Vasquez in the courtroom there was an investigation and a ton of paperwork. The Chief wanted me to steer clear for a while. He was afraid they’d say I was trigger-happy because of my feelings toward you. He kept me updated on your condition, or I wouldn’t have made it this long. He wanted me to wait longer, but it’s not up to him anymore.”

“Why not?” Some of her anger faded, replaced by curiosity as she leaned toward him. Her features relaxed as tension faded.

“Because I quit.”

“What!” Her eyes grew wide, and she pushed up to a sitting position and winced.

“Easy, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned in to arrange her pillows up behind her.

“I don’t understand, Kelly. Why would you do that?”

“I’ve always wanted to be my own boss. I have money saved, and it was time. That’s not the life I want anymore.”

“What is?”