*
Dee throws the garage door open the second my truck shuts off. When I see her standing in the doorway with a small smile on her face, I let out the breath that I have been holding the whole drive home. I knew from her phone call that she is holding it together better than I would have imagined, but I’ve worried that with the time it took me to get home, she might have started to freak out. Seeing her now, and seeing that she really is fine, helps me untangle a little of the knot that’s settled in my gut.
“Hey, you,” she whispers when I walk up the two steps leading into the house. She brings her arms up, and wraps them around my neck, hugging me tightly.
“Hey you, back. Are you okay?”
She pulls back and nods. “I’m fine, just worried about Chelcie but I’m okay.”
“She’s a smart girl. What time did she say she’d get here?” When she lets go of my neck and takes my bag from me, my body instantly misses the contact. I follow her through the mudroom and into the kitchen. She sets the bag down and grabs me a beer from the fridge. As I sit down at the table, I reach over and pull her into my lap. I don’t want her more than a foot away from me right now, not until I can calm myself down a little more.
“She’s going to leave soon. I talked to her about fifteen minutes ago and she had just finished loading her car. It’s going to take her anywhere from six to eight hours to get here, so I would guess sometime in the middle of the night. She’s got directions to the house. She knows to call at any time, and we’ll be waiting for her.”
“How is she holding together?” I’m a little worried about her making that drive by herself, but I know she’s much safer here than she’ll be up there where no one can protect her.
“I think she’s okay. I mean, as okay as she can be when a death threat basically just landed in her lap. What are we going to do, Beck? Unless we find Adam and have him shed a little light on this, I don’t see what else can be done.”
I study her for a second while I take another pull from the beer. She really does seem completely fine. Maybe a little rattled, but that’s to be expected. There isn’t any darkness in her eyes that makes me think she could be having a setback. Nope, my wildcat is front and center, ready to fight for it.
“Let’s try and focus on the positive here, okay? You’re safe, Chelcie is safe, and there is no way in hell some sick fuck is getting close to either of you. When Chelcie gets here, we can take a look at things and see just what he sent to her. For now, let me enjoy your sweet ass in my lap.”
She smacks my arm playfully and smiles.
“Pig.” She laughs and I savor every second of it.
*
“Beck. Beck, wake up.”
When Dee’s soft breath and low whispers wake me up from one of the hottest dreams ever, I immediately reach over and pull her closer. Her naked body rubbing against mine further ignites the desire burning inside of me.
“Beck! We can’t start anything right now.”
Her laugh shoots straight through me, and my already painfully hard dick throbs. Her small hands pressing against my chest make my skin burn. She doesn’t protest much when I start kissing down her neck.
“God, you taste good.” I continue to kiss along her collarbone, ignoring her protest. The only thing I can think of is pushing inside of her welcoming body. My dick is begging for the release that only her body can provide. “So damn good,” I murmur against her breast before pulling one erect nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the tip, and sucking gently.
“Beck, please . . . I won’t be able to stop you soon, and Chelcie just called. Damn, that feels so good.” She stops talking and pushes her hand into my hair, holding me to her breast.
Right when I’m about to push deep between her legs, her words finally make sense. I drop my forehead to her chest and try to hold myself back.
“How long?” God, it hurts to stop. I’m close to begging her to just touch me. All it’s going to take is a few strokes of her soft hand for me to explode, but I want to be with her . . . in her.
“What?” Her eyes are clouded with desire, and I know that if either one of us is going to be strong enough to stop before we get any further, then it’s going to have to be me.
“How long until Chelcie is here? Please tell me she isn’t about to knock on the damn door.” I can’t even lift my head off her chest. Her pussy is hugging my dick, and as much as I would love to pull back and press into her, I know if Chelcie is close, this is the last thing I need to be doing.