took tremendous pride in turning me inside out as fast as possible.
As I regained my sanity, Mason treated me to sweet, lingering kisses everywhere on
my body, letting his mouth roam. Once he was back on his feet, he murmured, “Jump
up,” in my ear, as his hands clamped onto my butt.
Then I was on the counter, my robe was on the floor, and Dawson was unbuckling his
belt. The moment his body powered into mine, my world became him: his taste, his scent,
his heat.
After he rocked me so hard I swear he rocked the cabinet off the floor, he yanked
up his pants and carried me to bed.
Looked like we were making up for lost time.
Not a single complaint from me.
I’d never sexually clicked with any man the way I did with Dawson. Living together
hadn’t cooled our passion one iota. In fact, being in close quarters and able to act
on impulse whenever we wanted had ramped it up a notch or twenty.
Later, as I was spent and sprawled on my stomach, he’d propped himself on his side,
letting his fingers follow the curve of my spine.
“Guess what I got today?”
“A qualified applicant for the deputy’s position?”
“Funny. Try again.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “You really want to play twenty questions?”
Dawson sighed. “Sometimes your cut-to-the-chase attitude is annoying. Indulge me.
One more guess.”
“Fine. You got a commendation from the governor.”
“Nope. I got our hunting licenses.” He toyed with my hair. “I applied for both of
us when you were busy at Quantico.”
“What we get?”
“Antelope. Bucks. I thought we could go hunting on Saturday.”
I grinned. “Really? You did that for me?”
“Yep. I reckoned a box of bullets would mean more to you than a box of chocolates.”
The man knew me so well. But that was a two-way street. He had an ulterior motive.
“First, you ply me with smokin’ hot sex, and then, you dangle the prospect of killin’
something . . . What do you really want?” My eyes narrowed. “No way, copper. You aren’t
shooting my new AR-15.”
He chuckled. “So suspicious and so freakin’ protective of your firepower. But you
are half right.” Teasing aside, he wore a serious face. “There is something I want
to talk to you about.” He continued to stroke my arm, almost absentmindedly. “Mona
called me yesterday.”
Who was Mona? Took a second for the name to register. Ah, right. The cocktail waitress
he’d knocked up; the mother of his son, Lex. “What did she want?”
“Mostly to complain about how hard it is to be a single mother. But the point is,
seems Lex has been in trouble, and he’s been suspended from school. Mona is at her
wit’s end. She asked if Lex could live with me for a while.”
Silence lingered for what seemed like an eternity before I asked, “What did you say?”
“I said I had to talk it over with you first, since I am living in your house.”
“What did he do to get suspended?”
Dawson started that soothing stroking motion on my back again. “He brought a switchblade
to school. For protection, he claims, because some older kids had been threatening
him. Unfortunately, this school has a zero-tolerance policy for weapon violation.
First strike and you’re out.”
“When did this happen?”
“Two weeks ago. But Mona was too deeply involved with her own shit to let me know,
which is about par for the course with her. Apparently, Lex has been parked on the
couch playing video games for the last two weeks, since he hasn’t been in school.”
“So you’ve talked to Lex about moving here?”
He nodded. “Today. Lex actually seems excited about it. I don’t know if he’s playing
me or what, since it’s only in the last six months he’s been interested in spending
time with me. Anyway, this is something you and I haven’t talked about, besides me
asking if you’d mind him being here over Thanksgiving or Christmas break. But it’s
a big
As I regained my sanity, Mason treated me to sweet, lingering kisses everywhere on
my body, letting his mouth roam. Once he was back on his feet, he murmured, “Jump
up,” in my ear, as his hands clamped onto my butt.
Then I was on the counter, my robe was on the floor, and Dawson was unbuckling his
belt. The moment his body powered into mine, my world became him: his taste, his scent,
his heat.
After he rocked me so hard I swear he rocked the cabinet off the floor, he yanked
up his pants and carried me to bed.
Looked like we were making up for lost time.
Not a single complaint from me.
I’d never sexually clicked with any man the way I did with Dawson. Living together
hadn’t cooled our passion one iota. In fact, being in close quarters and able to act
on impulse whenever we wanted had ramped it up a notch or twenty.
Later, as I was spent and sprawled on my stomach, he’d propped himself on his side,
letting his fingers follow the curve of my spine.
“Guess what I got today?”
“A qualified applicant for the deputy’s position?”
“Funny. Try again.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “You really want to play twenty questions?”
Dawson sighed. “Sometimes your cut-to-the-chase attitude is annoying. Indulge me.
One more guess.”
“Fine. You got a commendation from the governor.”
“Nope. I got our hunting licenses.” He toyed with my hair. “I applied for both of
us when you were busy at Quantico.”
“What we get?”
“Antelope. Bucks. I thought we could go hunting on Saturday.”
I grinned. “Really? You did that for me?”
“Yep. I reckoned a box of bullets would mean more to you than a box of chocolates.”
The man knew me so well. But that was a two-way street. He had an ulterior motive.
“First, you ply me with smokin’ hot sex, and then, you dangle the prospect of killin’
something . . . What do you really want?” My eyes narrowed. “No way, copper. You aren’t
shooting my new AR-15.”
He chuckled. “So suspicious and so freakin’ protective of your firepower. But you
are half right.” Teasing aside, he wore a serious face. “There is something I want
to talk to you about.” He continued to stroke my arm, almost absentmindedly. “Mona
called me yesterday.”
Who was Mona? Took a second for the name to register. Ah, right. The cocktail waitress
he’d knocked up; the mother of his son, Lex. “What did she want?”
“Mostly to complain about how hard it is to be a single mother. But the point is,
seems Lex has been in trouble, and he’s been suspended from school. Mona is at her
wit’s end. She asked if Lex could live with me for a while.”
Silence lingered for what seemed like an eternity before I asked, “What did you say?”
“I said I had to talk it over with you first, since I am living in your house.”
“What did he do to get suspended?”
Dawson started that soothing stroking motion on my back again. “He brought a switchblade
to school. For protection, he claims, because some older kids had been threatening
him. Unfortunately, this school has a zero-tolerance policy for weapon violation.
First strike and you’re out.”
“When did this happen?”
“Two weeks ago. But Mona was too deeply involved with her own shit to let me know,
which is about par for the course with her. Apparently, Lex has been parked on the
couch playing video games for the last two weeks, since he hasn’t been in school.”
“So you’ve talked to Lex about moving here?”
He nodded. “Today. Lex actually seems excited about it. I don’t know if he’s playing
me or what, since it’s only in the last six months he’s been interested in spending
time with me. Anyway, this is something you and I haven’t talked about, besides me
asking if you’d mind him being here over Thanksgiving or Christmas break. But it’s
a big
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