A smile curved her mouth up and she snuggled against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “How often?”
“As often as we can damn well manage it without killing ourselves,” he replied seriously, his voice brisk and businesslike. Then he pulled back, pulled out of her and stepped back. In a matter of seconds, his clothing was restored and he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, restoring it to some kind of order. With a shrug of his shoulders, his holster shifted back into place and he looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ.
Then he moved closer, smoothing her skirt down her hips. Flicking at the gold dangling from her ears, Jamie said, “You planned this yesterday?”
She nodded, stretching her arms high overhead before running her fingers through her disarrayed curls. Her cheeks were pink but she stood there half-naked, letting him look his fill.
Reaching up, Jamie cupped her face in his hands and pressed a gentle loving kiss to her mouth. “I love you, you wanton little minx,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” she replied. “And it’s your fault. You bring out the worst in me.”
His eyes widened and he pressed one hand to his heart. “This is your worst? Baby, don’t ever show me your best; I don’t think I could handle it.”
He left the room a few minutes later as she straightened back up. He tapped on the door to let her know the hall was clear. Glancing up, he saw the video monitor and said conversationally, “You know the monitor saw us going in there.”
She lifted her shoulders. “I’ll just tell them you were grilling me,” she said with a grin as they walked across the hall to the elevator.
“Did you wear this for me?” he asked as they stepped into the elevator.
She was planning a trip to the women’s restroom. Her thighs were damp and sticky and she was wet from both him and herself. Looking up, she said, “Well, yes and no. I have an in-service I have to go to across town. So I had to wear professional casual. But
I was planning on wearing a pantsuit.”
He reached down, patted her tight rear end and grinned. “Thank God for inservices.” Then his hand disappeared briefly to trace the lace of her thigh highs. “And stockings.”
♥
“You’re going…where?” Mick repeated, lowering the Coptalk magazine he was reading.
“To Andi’s,” Jamie responded, swinging his jacket around and shoving his arms into the sleeves. At his side, a small suitcase waited and a garment bag was draped over the back of the chair.
“That’s not very wise,” Mick said, tossing the magazine down and rising.
“No? I think it’s pretty damn smart myself.”
“How so?”
Shoving one hand through his hair, Jamie relayed the conclusions he had come to Sunday on the drive home from visiting his folks. “I’m in love with her, Mick. That’s the bottom line. When this whole thing comes to a head, she’s going to know about it. And
I don’t want her hurt. As long as she remembers that I love her, we can get through it.”
“So you move in with her?”
“I spend as much time as humanly possible showing her that I love her.” Glancing down at the tape recorder Mick constantly kept at his side, he scowled. “Turn that damn thing off.” Pacing the length of the cold, impersonal luxury condo he was using, he said, “She loves me. I’m going to make damn sure that she can’t live without me; once this matter is settled—”
“And what if she doesn’t remember that, Jamie? I don’t want to see you hurt, boy,” Mick said, shaking his head. “None of this is your fault. It’s not even anything you could control. You had a job to do; what if she can’t get past that?”
Grimly, Jamie said, “I’m not going to let that happen, Mick.”
Sighing, Mick turned the tape recorder over and over in his hands. “Son, you may not be able to stop it.”
Jamie refused to consider that.
Tossing his garment bag and suitcase into the trunk, he slammed it closed and got into the car. It would all be over with in a matter of weeks anyway. Letcher had made arrangements with Mick Friday night while Jamie had been taking Andi to bed. Nothing he had said could be used as evidence; he’d been too vague. But the meet was planned, the bait cast, and as far as Letcher was concerned, he and Mick were constructing evidence that would paint Andi guilty in the eyes of the law.
The sick feeling in his gut didn’t lessen as he drove his car down the expressway toward Andi. Mick seemed pretty hopeful the entire thing could be kept quiet. Letcher hadn’t even gone near Andi, and Jeb had given his word he would keep the matter quiet once they had Art in custody.
And Jamie had as much faith in the thought of keeping it quiet as he had in government. Absolutely none. If he was smart, he’d keep some distance between them until Letcher was behind bars and Jamie could explain why he’d led others to believe he was investigating her.
He knew the smart thing to do was turn around, go back to that condo, maybe call her and make plans to see her Friday. See her, not tumble her down on the bed again.
But the clothes were to keep over there next time he fell asleep in her arms.
Pulling into the driveway, he studied the small piece of land she had. Just past the Jefferson County line, she had found a place that hadn’t been turned into subdivisions or shopping malls.
The driveway wound its way from the road through a small stand of trees, over a creek before climbing its way to the small hill the house was built on.
As he followed the path around to the garage in the back of the house, he grinned. She was taking advantage of the sun and the heat, clad in a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra, hosing down her car.
A pair of headphones on her ears, she didn’t hear him as he pulled up. He debated between sneaking up behind her or just honking the horn. He decided on the horn because he figured if he sneaked up on her, he’d either get pelted with water, or get thrown to the ground. Jamie wasn’t sure his ego could handle it if he was thrown to the ground by a girl, brown belt or not.
He climbed from the car, leaning in to press on the horn.
Her head flew up, eyes startled. He saw the tension claim her body before she recognized him, saw the way she spread her stance, clutching the hose the way she would a weapon. Disgust curled in his belly, even as she smiled and relaxed once she saw him. It made him sick, the way this sweet, sassy woman had been forced to learn to protect herself. It made him sick that it was necessary, and it made him furious that he hadn’t known her then, hadn’t been with her to protect her.
The thoughts cleared from his mind as she dropped the hose, and moments later plastered her damp body against his. Threading his fingers through the ponytail, he tugged her head back and lowered his mouth to hers. Sliding his mouth across hers, Jamie absorbed the shock that touching her always gave his system. Parting her lips, he slid his tongue across hers in a gentle caress, gliding one hand up and down her back before curling his fingers around her hip and tugging her against him.
Drawing his head back, he rested his forehead against hers and sighed. “Missed you,” he whispered, wondering how he had been turned into a man who couldn’t stand not seeing her everyday.
“I know. Me, too.”
“I came by the daycare a couple times today,” he told her. “You were in some parent conference the first time.”
Her fingers caressed the nape of his neck, combed through his short hair. “I know. I heard you out there. I wish you could have waited.”
Damn, she had gotten so sappy, Andi mused as she buried her head against his chest, feeling at ease now that his arms were around her once more. How had one weekend led to this?
It hadn’t been just the weekend though. It had been brewing ever since she had looked into his eyes. Every time she saw him, that slow, rare smile on his serious face, every time she looked into those pale green eyes, her heart flipped over in her chest.
And when he touched her, s
he felt like it sent a bolt of lightening coursing through her veins.
Finally, his hands stroked down her arms, squeezed her hands, before he stepped away. Flicking a curl away from her face, he asked, “You want some help?”
Her nose wrinkled as she slid her eyes from the top of his neatly combed hair down to his Italian leather shoes. “You aren’t dressed for washing cars,” she told him with a grin. Turning she walked back over and picked up the hose, her bare feet splashing in the cold puddle of water.
“You eat yet?”
Looking at him over her shoulder, she bent over, picked up her sponge. She grinned widely as she saw where his eyes landed. She straightened slowly, rolled her shoulders absently before saying, “I was going to make a steak. Sound okay?”
He looked into her gleaming eyes, a wry grin on his face. He shrugged as if to say, I’m a man, whaddya expect? Then he looked away from her smiling face to the gas grill on the deck. “How about I take care of supper while you finish up?”
“Oh, be still my heart,” she said, pressing one hand to her half-naked breast. “A man offering to cook me dinner.”
“Don’t forget I made you breakfast,” he reminded her, heading up the small flight of stairs.
Later, he urged her to the floor, her body naked except for a button down shirt she had snatched from him after their shower. “You remember how I told you there were a million things I wanted to do with you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky and soft, her face flushed.
“Here’s the next thing on the list,” he murmured. “Get on your hands and knees.” After she complied, he knelt behind her and his body cupped hers, rocking against her until she started to whimper and quiver. “You tell me when you’re ready for this,” he told her, reaching down and pulling out the lubricant he had brought with him.
In the flickering firelight, her skin looked like gold. Shoving the shirt up above her waist, he shoved his shorts down and eased into her from behind, using his hands to set her hips to rocking. Once she found her own rhythm, he let go and flipped open the lube before pouring some into his hand to warm it.
Her hot tight little pussy clenched around his cock when he slicked the lubricant along her anus, coating his fingers before sliding the tip of one inside. “Just getting you ready,” he murmured when she jerked. “You’re going to like this, baby. Ever thought about being fucked in the ass?”
Mutely, she shook her head no, mingled excitement and fear mixing inside her.
“When you’re ready, it’s just about the best damn feeling there is,” he promised, placing one hand on her hip, riding her a little harder, penetrating her hole a little more, smiling when she tensed and bucked underneath his hands.
“Jamie—”
“Are you ready for more?” he asked softly, praying she was. He’d been hard night and day, thinking about doing this to her, thinking about how the hot glove of her ass would feel. He’d been waiting until he figured she’d be ready for this. Some of his lovers never got ready for this, but if he knew Andi…
“…yes,” she sighed, twisting and straining, trying to take more of his finger inside her bottom.
Pulling out, he stared down at them, his cock slippery and wet from her vagina, her anus quivering and slippery from the lube. Then he took one of her hands and pushed it between her thighs, waiting until she was stroking her clit before he eased himself against her, not even entering her yet. The rose-colored hole spasmed, as if seeking him, and he smeared more lube between the cheeks of her ass, coating her anus before he started to rock the head of his cock against her.
“This might hurt a little,” he warned, his voice tight, his skin, his cock tight, so damn tight he thought he was going to come before he even got it inside her. “If you want me to stop…” I won’t. “Tell me,” he ordered, forcing his own selfish demands to be quiet.
“Do it,” she ordered, planting both hands on the ground and rocking back to meet him.
“You do it,” he countered.
So she did. Rocking so minutely, it took more than a minute just to get the first inch in. But she was liking it. Already her body was tightening for climax and when he dipped a hand around to stroke her clit, she was wetter than she had ever been. Gathering some of those sweet fluids, he smeared them on his cock and took her hips, forcing a little deeper inside her body.
“No!” she snapped.
He froze, thinking he had hurt her.
“Let me do it! Ah, that feels so fucking good,” she muttered, sliding a little further onto his cock, taking a little more inside her butt before sliding forward until he had almost left her.
The sight was just about more than he could handle. “You’re missing out, baby,” he panted, staring down as she rocked back and forth on his cock, the tight snug embrace of her asshole bringing him to the point of coming. “Got any idea what this feels like, what it looks like?”
“It feels like you’re inside my ass,” she said with a groan, panting, and pushing back, bearing down on him harder. “Jamie…oh, damn. Jamie, I need…” her broken little words made no sense to her. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted. She didn’t even have half his engorged penis inside her and she felt full, too full. Too full, maybe, to take any more in. So she wasn’t really sure what she was asking for.
But he knew. Locking his hands on her hips, he said, “This will help.” And then he lunged, driving his cock all the way inside.
Beneath him, she screamed, long and hard and loud, her body as taut as a bowstring. “Touch yourself, slide your fingers inside that wet little vagina, and play. You’re going to come like you never thought you could,” Jamie told her, pulling out and driving back in, harder, harder.
It’s too damn much, Andi thought, and whimpered just a tiny bit, opening her mouth to tell him to stop, not to do it anymore. “Jamie, stop,” she mouthed, trying to squirm away from him. He pulled out and her tensed body started to relax. But then his hard, strong hands closed over her hips and jerked her back as he drove his cock inside her again. “Don’t,” she whispered, a little louder.
Pulled out, rammed her in the ass yet again.
“Jamie, that hurts—Oh!” she shrieked when he used his own hand and jammed two fingers into her pulsating sheath while his cock rammed her in the ass. It took her by surprise—the force of the orgasm that ripped and clawed its way through her—starting low in her belly and spreading outward with each repeated thrust from behind. A dam of moisture inside her loins ruptured and waves of heated arousal flowed from her pulsating pussy, coating Jamie’s fingers as he pinched her clit.
The climax had barely ended when another followed it. She saw colored streaks erupt around her and her breath left her lungs in a rush.
A hot jet went off inside her ass and his climax set her off again. While he pumped in and out of her ass, the third climax stole the breath from her lungs and blackness flooded her vision.
When her eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, she had slumped to the floor and Jamie hovered atop her, stroking the globes of her ass gently, while he waited for her to come back. Once she had started to breathe a little steadier, he braced his hands on her hips and crooned softly, pulling out with a slick wet sound. A weak, protesting whimper escaped her lips and her body shuddered as he eased her gently to the floor.
Lube, semen and a tiny streak of blood seeped from her ass as Jamie leaned over, pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, shifting until he could sit and draw her into his lap.
“Not sure. Ask me in a few hours,” she mumbled, her whole body still quivering from reaction. Her heart pounded inside her chest so hard she thought she was going to have a heart attack.
“Hurt?”
“No,” she said after she took a minute to evaluate. “I’m not hurt. Sore, yes.” Rolling her head on his shoulder, she stared up him, a dazed look lingering in her eyes.
Reaching up, he brushed his fingers over
her mouth, cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’m not going to ask if you enjoyed it,” he told her, his other hand cupping over her cleft. “But maybe I should ask if it was okay. Some women don’t like getting it in the ass. Or at least, they’d never admit to it.”
With a weak chuckle, she said, “Then that is their very sad loss.”
He smiled and bussed her mouth before shifting her pliant body away. “Let’s go take a shower,” he said, lifting her in his arms.
“Hmm,” she murmured, eyelids getting heavier. “Wake me when we’re done.”
♥
Jamie spent three nights that week with Andi, her body pressed against his, wrapped in his arms.
The third night, he’d arrived at her house to find her sitting listlessly on the couch, her face pale, legs drawn up to her belly. An old sitcom flickered on the TV, but he doubted she was really seeing it.
“You’re not sick, are you?” he asked, tossing down the spare key she had given him before settling next to her on the couch, drawing her tense body into his arms.
Her eyes, tired and dull with fatigue, met his. Shaking her head, she said, “No.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, stroking his hands over her stiff back.
“Take a guess,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she stared at the wall beyond his shoulder.
One hand slid to rest on her belly, rubbing it soothingly, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Hmm. The Queen of England declined your invitation to tea?” he teased. She wouldn’t meet his eyes and Jamie rolled his. Cupping her face in his hands, he said, “Andi, I’ve got two sisters. I know all about this.”
Giving him a dour look, she asked, “Is there anything about women you don’t know?”
He just grinned at her.
“I’ll be okay in the morning,” she murmured. “You don’t have to stay.”
Gathering her in his arms, he kicked his loafers off and simply said, “I want to.”
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