Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
With Dad, I was glad.
With Cap, he had to suck it up.
If I got another wild hair, or Luna did, Jessie, Harlow, and we went after it, he’d have to deal.
It wasn’t like his job was behind a desk.
Of course, he got paid to do what he was doing and had been training to do it since he was fifteen.
But…whatever.
“How’d you find that?” he asked.
“Shaking an asshole down for his Rolex and giving it to a woman who works the streets, we learned tonight, buys you some shit.”
His beard twitched around his lips. “Yeah, that’s pretty much how it works with all informants. You do something for them, they do something for you. And it usually goes just like that, what you do for them is a fuckuva lot bigger than what they give to you.”
Handing over a Rolex sure was big.
Even so…
“Well, if it leads to those women being found,”—I jerked my head to the wall—“it was worth it.”
His eyes drifted to the wall and back to me.
I knew what the expression on his face said before he started, “Babe—”
“I know, honey. They might be dead or taken somewhere we’ll never find them. Still, there are people out there who love them, so if I can find answers…”
His face got soft before he set his phone on the nightstand.
He came back and started to reach for me.
“No,” I said. “We’ll disturb Patches. He’s asleep.”
“Patches is cute, but he eats off the floor and buries his own shit. I don’t think he’ll mind finding somewhere else to sleep.”
“You’re not a very good cat sitter,” I informed him.
He grabbed hold, hauled me to him, then rolled us both.
Patches took off.
Chest to chest, Cap looked down at me.
“I don’t care,” he replied.
Then he kissed me.
And I didn’t care either.
TWENTY
COMPOST
I woke with a jerk.
Cap was sleeping on his stomach.
I was tucked up to his side with an arm along the small of his back and a leg thrown over his thigh.
Yeesh, we were serious cuddlers.
This was why he felt me wake up.
He shifted and I rolled to my back. He slid his arm along my belly and semi-tucked me under his long body.
“Nightmare?” he murmured, sounding sexy-sleepy.
Sergio sitting beside me in Tweety, segueing to all the strippers at The Slide having Cyrus Gibbons’ face, segueing to Christina Markovic swinging on the swings at the playground where Macy was taken from.
I’d say I’d had a nightmare.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Wanna talk about it?”
I could tell he was trying to shake the sleep so he could be there for me.
But hot guys needed their rest too.
And dreams were just your brain’s way of processing your life.
No big whoop.
(I hoped.)
“I’m okay. Go back to sleep.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah.”
He tucked me further underneath him.
Okay.
That’s what I needed.
I felt his body settle into mine as he reentered dreamland.
It would take me a little longer.
But with Cap right there, his smell and strength all around, it didn’t take that long.
I was sucking Cap off, and really into it, when he put his hands under my arms and pulled me up.
I had a mind to protest, except as he pulled me up so I was on all fours above him, and he slid a bit down, when he was done moving us, his face was in line with my breasts.
Oh boy.
And…
Goodie!
He lifted up his head as his hand slid down my stomach and curled between my legs, and he hit the spot as he sucked hard on my nipple.
Goodie wasn’t the half of it.
Yum.
I reached for his dick.
He released my nipple and said, “No, baby. This morning you take what I give you.”
I shivered at this new brand of bossy, something I instantly liked.
A lot.
He alternated between my nipples while playing with my clit and sometimes finger-fucking me until I was trembling and moaning, I couldn’t hold my head up anymore, and I knew I was this close to a climax that was gonna rock my world.
That was when he slid all the way down through my legs. Then Cap was on his knees behind me, and I should have heeded the earlier warnings so I’d be prepared, but I didn’t, so I was caught completely unawares when he wrapped my hair in his fist and tugged my head back, at the same time he stroked into me.
Oh. My. God.
That was so magnificent, along with being way primed, I came immediately, the first time ever without any clit action, and I did it hard.
I also threw a hand out to the headboard to remain stationary as he pounded in me, holding my head back by my hair, the pads of the fingers of his other hand digging into my hip, the sound of our flesh slapping together our personal, hot, dirty symphony that accompanied my soul-shattering orgasm.
Cap let my hair go and slid his hand around my hip and in.