Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes, relieved.
So very thankful that she understood when she could’ve just as easily gone the other way with her opinions.
“That’s good,” I whispered.
She turned to me then, her heart in her eyes, and she smiled. “I love you, Foster.”
She walked up to the railing and leaned up, offering her lips to me.
“Now give me a kiss before I go deal with my mother.”
I obeyed, leaning down to give her a kiss.
Her lips tasted salty, as if all the salt from her tears had gathered there for me to taste.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 24
Sometimes the best part of my job is that the chair spins.
-E-card
Blake
“Who was on the phone?” I asked, plopping down on the couch next to him.
I’d just finished washing my hands from my latest attempt to throw a pot. It was the fourth time I’d screwed one up this week.
My mind was on different things, and I caught myself staring into space for long periods of time, thinking about all that had happened over the last week.
“Um…nobody. The Chief called a meeting. Wanted me to come in in an hour,” he hedged, stripping his shirt off. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower.”
I followed behind him, knowing he was hiding something the moment he wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What does he want to talk about?” I asked, following him into the bathroom.
He was stripping off his pants as I walked in, and my eyes were immediately caught by the newest tattoo on his side.
It was a lone flower.
A red rose, to be exact.
It was taking up his whole left side. He’d gotten it the second night after my father died, saying that the flower reminded him of me. Reminded him that he had something beautiful in his life, and he needed to keep his head on straight, even when all he wanted was to find those responsible for hurting my father.
I’d thought the sentiment was quite beautiful, and I liked looking at the tattoo; especially when I knew he’d gotten it because of me.
“Some SWAT stuff,” he answered before he started removing his prosthesis.
I’d seen him do it so many times now that it was just routine, even though the entire process still enraptured me.
It simply amazed the hell out of me that he was able to adapt as he had. He acted like there wasn’t a single thing wrong with his life, even though he was living with a handicap that would’ve debilitated some men.
Moving up until I was in between his splayed legs, I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him to me.
He laid his head on my breasts and breathed me in, the tension in his shoulders loosened the moment I put my hands on him.
“You don’t have to tell me, Foster. But don’t lie, okay?” I asked softly, tilting his head up so I could see his eyes.
He winked. “Yes, ma’am.”
He leaned forward and placed a soft, open mouthed kiss on my collarbone, sending shivers up my spine and straight to my nipples.
“I still think you need time,” he rasped against the skin of my neck.
That was something he’d been saying to me for the past few days when I tried to get him to make love to me. He’d go just far enough that I was satisfied, but not a millimeter further.
Today, though, wouldn’t end like that. He needed the release just as much as I did.
I grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling it back until I could see his eyes clearly.
“What I need,” I said, running my lips down his neck to his Adam’s apple. “Is to be distracted. Something you do very, very well.”
He growled, and I felt the vibration that started on my lips all the way down to my clit.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he tried, gripping my hips so hard that it was at the verge of pain.
I laughed quietly before grazing my teeth along the cord of his neck.
“I know exactly what I’m asking.”
With that he snatched me forward and kissed the hell out of me.
His mouth dueled with mine while his fingers found their way to the loose waistband of my pants.
I’d yet to put on jeans…or anything that resembled presentable to wear into public, since my dad had died.
I’d felt less than sexy.
However, right now, I felt like a fucking queen.
Foster devoured my mouth, then moved to allow his beard to run along the soft skin of my neck.
Tickling and turning me on all at the same time.
I grabbed a hold of his hair when he started to lower me to the freezing cold tile lining the bathroom floor.
“Eeek!” I squealed, thrusting my bare ass up when my butt met cool tiles.
His eyes smiled as he tugged my pants the rest of the way off my legs, and then settled his naked body in between my splayed thighs.
His mouth found my neck again, traveling down the length of my t-shirt until he found the bare skin of my belly, smoothing his mouth over it languidly.
“I want to plant my baby in here,” he whispered gruffly. “I want to see you growing fat with my kid so bad my heart hurts.”
I laughed as he skimmed his mouth up the length of my belly until he met the underside of my left breast.
“I’ll have to see what I can do about that,” I breathed, gasping in a fresh gulp of air when his tongue found my nipple.
He didn’t suck it, though.
He flicked it. Bit it. Pulled it.
Did everything but suck it. Mostly because he knew what playing with my nipples did to me, and if he started to suck, then I’d lose my ability to focus.
Something he liked to only do right when I was at the brink of orgasm.
“Please,” I lifted my hips up, urging him to give me what I so desperately wanted.
He grinned, lifting up onto his knees to push his boxer briefs down his thighs.
My mouth watered at seeing his cock.
As it always did.
He really did have a perfect one.