Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 6)

“You’re not scared?” I asked.

He deposited me on the bed, then pushed me until I was on my back.

He followed me down, leaning over me while planting two fists on either side of my hips.

“I’m terrified,” he said. “I’m scared that one day you’re going to wake up and realize that my life is too much for you. I’m worried that this vomiting thing that Asa has is going to be detrimental to him. I’m also extremely worried that you’re going to walk out of this house without me and that Kerrie’s going to catch you and finish the job.” He paused, his eyes searching my face. “But, for right now, I’m really happy. Everyone’s safe and accounted for. You’re here, in my bed. And that’s everything that I ever wanted since the moment I first saw you.”

I smoothed my hands up and down his forearms.

“I’ll move in with you,” I said.

His eyes widened.

“And I’ll be super, duper careful if and when I leave the house. I’ll never do it alone until Kerrie’s behind bars again,” I continued.

His lips twitched.

“Also, I love you.”

His eyes practically melted into warm pools of liquid happiness.

“I love you, too,” he admitted. “More than I ever realized.” He licked his lips. “I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

I laughed. “You’re going to?”

He nodded.

“Then why are you telling me this before you actually do?” I wondered.

He looked deep into my eyes, then shrugged. The beast.

“Because I can.” He jerked himself up and gestured for me to move.

“Now, scoot over to the other side of the bed. The Rangers are playing, and I want to watch the last few innings,” he muttered.

Giggling, I did just that.

An hour later, as I was lying in bed next to Booth, who was cussing at the television, I squirmed.

I was reading a really good book.

And when I say a good book, I meant that there was a ton of sex in it, and I was at a really, really good part.

My eyes flicked over to Booth to see if he’d noticed, then back to my book.

My face flushed lightly in embarrassment.

I was reading something that was super-hot, and he had no freakin’ clue.

I bit my lip and practically devoured the scene, licking my lips in anticipation of the next move.

I was so caught up in the book that I didn’t realize that Booth was moving to get ready for bed until he was up and flipping out the lights as he went.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I continued to read, devouring the pages as fast as my eyes could manage.

It was when he was coming out that the scene finally concluded.

“Is that the book that my sister wanted you to read?” he wondered.

I licked my lips. “One of them, yes. Ummm, it’s a whole lot hotter than I ever expected. I guess I was expecting something where the girl grows into herself. It’s somewhat like I expected, but I guess I just didn’t expect it to be this… hot.”

He settled into the bed beside me, and I reluctantly bent over and plugged my phone into the charger.

When I got up to go to the bathroom, I cupped myself through my panties and nearly moaned.

If Booth did the things to me that the hero did to the heroine? I’d lose my mind—and not in a bad way.

I was so focused on getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth, and braiding my hair to keep it somewhat tamed while I slept, that I didn’t realize that I’d left him alone in bed long enough for him to get bored. And curious.

Long enough to scroll back through the entire damn sex scene that I’d just read—and secretly loved.

I was walking out, rubbing my night-serum cream into my face, when I saw him leaning over my side of the bed.

He had my phone in his hands, and his face was lit up with what he was reading on the screen.

At first, I had no idea that what he was reading was the sex scene that I’d just finished. The very naughty, very exciting, likely never going to do because I was too big of a wuss to ever ask for it, sex scene.

One day, I might break down and tell him my ultimate fantasies. Or maybe I would just start taking notes of pages and sharing the book with him, telling him that there was something I wanted him to read. Then immediately try on me.

I climbed onto the bed with him and straddled his body.

He moved until he was lying completely on his back, and I dropped the entire weight of my body onto him.

And immediately felt how fucking hard he was.

We’d just made love.

And by just, I mean, he’d come in here after his shower, flipped me over, and fucked me until I’d screamed into his pillow.