Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Did he say what the guy looked like?”
“Blonde hair, built, around six foot.” Max said.
I nodded and said a brief thank you to Max.
As Max walked away, I thought a little more about what I had felt tonight when she had called. Pure terror. Even knowing that Jack was right outside, and would have been able to get there if I needed him to, I still freaked. I was normally stone cold. That was my call sign when we were performing missions, the boys thought it was a laugh calling me that. But tonight I was pure crazy. All of my training went out the window. I hadn’t acknowledged it before that second, but I was in love with her, and the idea of her being taken away from me tore me apart. Finally calming enough to get my head on straight, I called Jack. But proving that I had trained them well, Jack was already aware that someone was there, and had him detained on the side of the house away from any windows or prying eyes.
I set the note on top of the fridge so I could send it to the lab in the morning and have the prints run. I walked back to Cheyenne’s room, stripped my clothes off, placed my .45 under the pillow and gathered Cheyenne in my arms. She still had a death grip on the ugly green bear, so I just wrapped my arms around both of them. I breathed in her scent, laughing softly when I remembered her earlier explanation about smelling me. We were one of a kind. I closed my eyes, and fell into a light fitful sleep.
Chapter 7
I heard pots and pans banging, male voices talking, and Janie laughing her carefree laugh. I rolled over and buried my face into the pillow. Sam. I was almost asleep again when I felt a hand running up the leg stopping at the inside of my thigh where it met my core. I gave an involuntary shiver and moaned. That being permission enough I felt the fingers slip past my undies, and up inside me in the next breath. I was already dripping wet, all Sam had to do was touch me and I was ready for him.
Realizing that I was wet for him already, he peeled my underwear off and then dragged me to the edge of my bed so my feet were on the floor but my upper body was supported by the bed. I heard a zipper lower, and lightning fast I was filled with him.
I let out a moan, and wiggled my hips a little to see how much leeway he would give me. His hands tightened, so obviously he wasn’t willing to give up much. He pulled out, then thrust forward again, hitting my cervix. I started to moan again when his hand covered my mouth.
“Shhh, we don’t want to be too loud. I’d hate to have to stop.” He said.
I buried my face into the bed, and wiggled my hips as if to say get on with it.
Well he got on with it alright, if I was on the bed normally, my head would be pounding the headboard with every thrust. Every time with him it just kept getting better and better. He seemed to hit a spot in me that made me wild. I moaned into the sheets with almost every thrust he gave me.
Out of nowhere my orgasm blindsided me. I came back to myself in time to hear Sam moan into the back of my neck, as he jerked and came. We both lay there panting.
When my wits came back, I said, “You forgot again.”
“I wore one.” He said as he pulled out then went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Wow, I hadn’t even noticed. I had been so lost in Sam that it never even crossed my mind. He also seemed kind of pissed.
He came back in the room and pulled up his jeans without putting any underwear on. He grabbed a black tee off the floor and pulled it over his head as he walked out of the door of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.
Guess he was pissed at me. He didn’t normally leave me so fast, or without at least saying something before he went. I needed to talk to someone, and for that to happen I would actually tell someone what was going on.
I sighed and grabbed my phone, and typed a quick text to Ember.
Me: “I need you to come see me ASAP. I have major problems.”
Ember: “OK, I’ll be there in 10. Make me breakfast.”
∞
I walked out of my room and went to the kitchen. Max and Janie were at the table finishing what looked like pancakes. Sam stood at the coffee pot filling up two mugs, his back to me. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He tensed up a little, then relaxed, snaked his hand around to pat my butt. I rubbed my head into his back, sniffing a little, trying not to let him know what I was doing. His body started shaking, and I knew he was laughing.
“You’re sniffing me again aren’t you? Get your coffee and some pancakes and sit down.” He ordered, shaking his head at me. I held on a little longer, and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades. His body seemed to relax while doing this, making him seem not as mad as he was.
I decided not to argue with him and did as he said. He brought his food and coffee, as well as the syrup.
“Ember is on her way over. I need to talk to her.” I said to everyone.
Max groaned and I glanced at him.
“What?” I asked him.
“Ember is driving me nuts. It was kind of nice to wake up and not have her knocking at my door for once asking if she could get me anything.” He answered.
“Max, what do you think we all went through when we heard you were injured? We didn’t know how bad you were hurt, whether you were alive, where you were. Nothing, they told us nothing. Ember was dying inside. She held up fairly well, but when they finally called and told us that you were ok, and would be on the next flight home, she broke. She was seriously broken; I haven’t seen her cry like that since your parents died. It was not pretty. Give her a little slack.” I scolded him.