She whimpered, her fingers flexing in my hair.
I grinned and lowered my head again, licking and stroking her with my tongue. I used a finger to stroke her deep inside, making her rock her hips against me. I was tempted to try and kiss her bottom again, but she was still skittish about letting me near her ass.
I grinned to myself. All in good time. After all, after a certain point in the pregnancy, we were going to have to lay off the regular intercourse. If I slipped a finger or tongue in her sweet little ass now and then… well, she'd probably come around on having something bigger in there eventually.
Either way, Callie kept me on my toes.
She was nursing at a hosptial near by now. A nice one, in the rich town about a half hour away. We were thinking about moving there. Getting a big house with room for Gran and a baby.
Lots of babies if I had anything to say about it. I grunted as Callie started to quiver. She was close to coming. I decided I was going to make her come twice more at least before she got up to start the day. She deserved it after puking her guts up from my baby growing inside her.
I pulled her clit into my lips and sucked hard. She screamed as shook all over the bed, but I didn't stop. As she was settling down I pressed my finger against her rose bud and started tonguing her pussy lips again.
"Ohhh…"
She sighed in pure bliss as I fingered her asshole and licked her clit. She was coming again in no time. I decided she needed one more for the road…
After all, my woman deserved the best.
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One) HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two) DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues) Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection) Torpedo
Cuffed
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Cuffed
I went inside and took a look around. The bar was nearly empty. They must have been closing up when the bike went up in flames. Everyone had taken off after that.
Everyone but the staff.
I saw Mason with his hand resting possessively on a girl’s shoulder. She sat at the bar, her arms wrapped around her protectively. I could only see her profile but even that was enough to stop me in my tracks.
All thoughts of murder flew from my head.
The girl was beautiful.
Not just a little bit pretty, or cute, or even sexy. She was fucking gorgeous. With long, wavy, light brown hair, and a delicate profile with a nose that was just the slightest bit turned upwards. Her figure looked slim and athletic, but with curves in all the right places.
She turned to look at me and my breath stopped. My heart seemed to pause, waiting for my mind to catch up with my eyeballs, which felt like they were bugging out of my damn head.
She was a Goddamned angel.
Even in this smokey juke joint, with the dim lights and neon beer signs, I could see her eyes.
They were the brightest, deepest blue I’d seen in my life. And I was a fan of staring at the sky, or I had been when I had less shit to worry about.
This was the blue of ten thousands skies.
She blinked and I came back to myself. The girl might have the face of an angel but right now she was part of a crime scene. If she worked here, she most likely knew the killer, or at least served him a bucket of wings.
Which meant under my rules, she was part of the problem. The fact that I had such a strong reaction to her only pissed me off. Why the hell work here with all the criminals when she could be plastered all over billboards and magazine covers?
Because she was one of them. The enemy. The ones who had killed Danny.
Remember that, Conn.
I forced myself to ignore the hot pulse of lust that was throbbing in my belly and crossed the bar. I flashed my badge and pulled out a tiny note pad. Yeah, I was old school in that way too.
“Name.”
“They already interviewed me.”
“Not you.”
They exchanged a glance and Mason stepped in front of her.
“She ain’t got nothin’ to do with this, DeWitt.”
I let myself steal another look at her. Her huge eyes were looking down at the ground. Her juicy bottom lip was caught between Chiclet white teeth. I squinted at Mason and asked again.
“Name.”
“It’s okay, Mase.”
She cleared her throat and Mason sighed heavily, stepping aside. I was once again struck by the girl’s absolute physical perfection. And the nervous look in her eyes.
Good.
She should be fucking nervous. I wasn’t going to go easy on her because she was stunningly beautiful. Or young. Or scared.
I realized belatedly that the girl looked more than scared. She was frightened out of her mind. That made me want to tell her that everything would be okay. That I would take care of everything for her.
I frowned, disquieted by the swirl of protective and animalistic urges that she was causing. Unwanted urges, dammit.
“Casey. Casey Jones.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, stirring something even warmer inside me. But something felt off. It felt like a lie. Maybe it wasn’t her real name. I leaned against the bar, musing over how young she looked.
Too young for me.
The thought caught me off guard. Now where the hell had that come from? Completely out of left field. Not only was it true, but I certainly didn’t date criminal trash.
I glanced at Mason who was frowning at me, a worried look on his face. He cared about the girl, that much was obvious. I had a moment of pure animal jealousy, wondering if he was screwing her.
Why I cared, I had no fucking idea.
But I did. I cared a lot.
I gave Mason a hard look.
“Is she your wife?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”