She gasped when his big hand cupped her butt cheek and then his fingers trailed along the lace of the thong. Her entire body became one shivering mass as she focused on his fingers as they trailed up and down.
His other hand plowed into her hair and pulled her backwards. His hazel eyes didn’t just gleam, they were ingots of fire as they demanded her surrender.
“Clint,” she whispered, right before he claimed her mouth. There was no other word for it. He was taking her over, demanding she give herself to him. Claiming. Demanding. Willing a response, she was only too happy to give.
His tongue thrust into her mouth and she moaned with pleasure. She needed this. Her hands hovered over his head for just a moment, before remembering that he’d had surgery there, so she rested her palms on his shoulders and dug in. Two could play this game. She could be just as dictatorial as he was. But as soon as she pressed her nails into his heavy muscles, he pulled her closer, his grip was tighter in her hair and she groaned at the exquisite pleasure that he was bringing her. She needed to feel Clint’s possession, like she needed to breathe.
He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the mattress, then he slowly lowered her onto the bed, and he came down on top of her. His weight was like a balm to her battered soul. She’d almost lost him, having his weight on her, having him surround her, was like getting her heart to beat again. Her hands moved down to the middle of his back, trying to pull him down even more so she could feel his every heartbeat, but he resisted.
“I’m too heavy for you, Baby.”
He kissed the corner of her lips.
Her jaw.
Her neck.
Ah, God, he was kissing her behind her ear. She wouldn’t survive if he kept doing that. Now he was licking and sucking.
Lydia heard herself whimper.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was the most expensive chocolate and brandy ever made, all intent on seducing her.
Lydia shrugged, trying to break free, trying to loosen the straps of her bra so that he would be tempted to lick and suck her other places. She needed. She needed so much.
Clint chuckled. Drat the man, he knew what she was doing.
“I want you naked!” It was the only way to make this fair. It was the only way to gain some semblance of control.
“No, you don’t,” his voice a knowing, husky whisper.
“Yes, I do,” she wailed.
“Liar.” Clint lifted up so he could divest her of her bra, then he shifted, and his lips enclosed one nipple and Lydia felt herself flying heavenward. When he scraped his teeth against her pebbled flesh, she bit her lip so hard it was a wonder she didn’t taste blood. But one tiny portion of her brain remembered they had company in the house.
Then he sucked hard.
Fuck it.
Her moan was loud, even to her ears.
Drake better have music on.
Clint chuckled and looked straight into her eyes. Reading her mind, he laughed harder.
“Quit laughing and get to work. It’s been too long.”
Only Lydia could demand and plead in one sentence. His woman, his life. Clint stroked back her hair and dove in for another kiss that soon shot into flames. Clint licked inside her mouth, tasting chocolate and Lydia, one flavor so much more extravagant than the other. His tongue dueled with hers, and his body hummed with delight. He moved his elbows so that they took his weight as he pressed his denim-covered erection against the frothy lace that was supposed to act as panties.
She squirmed against him, lifting up her knees, squeezing his thighs. It was either his head or his cock that was going to explode. He got up from the bed and toed off his shoes and socks, then yanked off his clothes in record speed. He knelt down in front of the bed, caught Lydia’s ankles, and began to pull her toward him so they dropped on either side of his body.
“No! That’s not what I need.” She sounded so sure of herself. Silly woman.
“It’s what I need.” He’d dreamed of this and so many other things while he’d been in the hospital. As soon as he had her positioned as he wanted, he lightly traced the yellow lace along her hipbones. Lydia arched. She was so sensitive there. He did it again, and again and inhaled her arousal. Now he knew, it was his cock that was going to explode, and he hadn’t even tasted her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he brushed back the gusset of her panties and was greeted with her glistening sex. So ready for him, so gorgeous. She parted her legs even more. He grinned. Five years, and they knew how to give and take pleasure from one another, was it any wonder he was crazy for this woman?
He traced the lips of her sex, then parted her so he could dip his tongue deep and taste the arousal that called to him. For a moment he looked up and saw the crook of her arm covering her eyes. He smiled as he licked and pleasured the woman who was made especially for him. He found her engorged clit and traced around the bud until she was writhing up and down, begging for more. He sucked the sensitive nub deep and lashed it with his tongue, reveling in her low cries of pleasure.
He sped up his ministrations, then lightly grazed her with his teeth and she let out a loud cry of satisfaction.
“Now, Clint.”
Cloth rent as he ripped off her panties. He moved her body so that she was positioned comfortably up on the bed before he allowed the engorged tip of his cock to slide through her wet sex.
“No teasing.”
“I need this Lydia,” he moaned. Gently he moved forward. Her tight muscles clasped his erection in welcome. He stopped and savored.
“More. Deeper.”
He stayed still as he looked into brown eyes that had gone black with desire.
Clint pressed deeper until he was home. He relished every moment of this soul-deep connection, but he couldn’t stop the urge to move. He needed so much more. He felt her tremble beneath him. The beginning of her orgasm started and he needed to be with her. He pulled back and pushed back in, deeper and harder. The intensity blew his mind. Lydia’s nails dug deep into his naked back and he basked in the feel, knowing she was leaving marks.
Over and over, he pushed them up higher. His lower back tingled.
He brushed back tendrils of her damp black hair then tenderly kissed her temple.
“More, I need you,” she whispered.
“Deeper, I want you,” she gasped.
“Please, make me yours,” she moaned.
“God, I love you,” they said in unison.
With those words, they both shot to the stars.
16
Clint walked down the stairs better than he had walked up the stairs three days ago, but that didn’t make her happy. Lydia felt as if her heart were breaking once again. He had said he would be back, but she just couldn’t wrap her head around it. It felt like he was walking out on their life together. She’d seen him looking at their engagement photo with an expression of sorrow. Something wasn’t right in their relationship, and no matter how many times he professed his love, she felt like she was losing him. Add that to the fact that he thought it was necessary to be on his own for one to two months, it was more than she could take.
She smiled and waved as Drake and Clint drove away in the monster truck, then she shut the door and gave in to tears. The only saving grace was that her parents were in San Antonio with Beth and she didn’t have to deal with their presence in the duplex next door. Their presence would have been catastrophic.
Maybe Clint finally sensed her failure. How was she ever going to face him when he found out?
She went over to the mantle and picked up the engagement picture that was the happiest moment of her life and hugged it to her breast.
“Is that it?” She asked Clint. “Is that what’s wrong?”
She looked down at the photo again and traced the lines of his face, remembering the party in Mason’s backyard. Tears welled before she sucked them down.
“Nope, not going to do it. I’m finally going to face this head-on. But when he’s better. Not n
ow.”
She put down the photo and lifted her chin. It was time to get back into the saddle and call Ed Sherman. Her boss was going to kill her. First, she asked for time off, now she was going to ask to be put back on the payroll for two months, at least until Clint came back home. Or maybe even past then.
She shook her head. What the hell did she know about the future? She just knew she needed to do something and do it now.
When she got Ed’s voicemail, she strode over to the command center that she and Clint had used hundreds of times. It had five monitors, two laptops, and a state-of-the-art tower that she’d dare anybody to hack. She stretched her fingers, then fired things up. As soon as she was up and running, she got two pings.
Rylie and Melvin. She answered Rylie first.
How’s Georgie? Lydia typed.
Asleep next to Dare. They both had a rough night. Rylie answered.
Lydia hated hearing that. Georgie was on the far end of the autism spectrum; he had his good days and his bad days. Since Rylie and Dare had been together, his days were now mostly good. He was even somewhat verbal, and he was attending a special school—nobody could have expected that three years ago.
His older sister Charlotte also worked wonders with him. That and the new school he was attending were the only reasons that Rylie had felt comfortable leaving him for five days to come to Maryland.
Why the rough night? Lydia typed.
Problems at school. New teacher. We can’t figure out why he doesn’t like him. He says he doesn’t understand him, and he comes home mad and frustrated ever since this teacher started substituting.
What are you going to do? Lydia asked.
Dare’s going to go to the school tomorrow, he’s already talked to the principal and the teacher, this time he’s going to take Georgie with him.
Sounds like a good plan. Lydia agreed.
So, why are you online? I’d thought you’d be playing footsie with Clint.
Lydia hated to type the next sentence. He’s already left.
What?!!! But he just got there!
Lydia could almost hear Rylie speaking through the computer.
You know he’s worried. It was for the best.
Lydia waited long moments for a reply.
Are you okay?
Yes, she lied.
Why’d you get online?
There’s a case I’m working on. I’ve been working it in my spare time and would have continued even if they’d let me go. I wanted more eyes on it.
I’ve got time. You going to bring Melvin into it? Rylie asked.
Lydia could picture Rylie rubbing her hands together.
Yep. The more the merrier. My gut’s telling me this family is really in trouble.
Stalker? Rylie wanted to know.
This is not your average stalker. Whoever this is, is terrorizing an entire household. It’s Amityville horror, only with technology. This is some creepy stuff. I don’t think a writer could even make this stuff up. Lydia explained.
I’m in. I love Freddie Kruger movies. I know some others who would love to sink their teeth into this too.
Okay, I’ll shoot you some details. Lydia promised.
Tell me when you’ve brought Melvin into the loop so we can all chat.
Yep, Rylie was definitely rubbing her hands together.
Rylie popped off and Lydia pinged Melvin. When he didn’t respond, she told him to get in touch with her. In the olden days, she would have promised a Skype chat and her wearing an angora sweater, but since she got engaged to a Navy SEAL that all ended. Clint had insisted and Melvin valued his life, so it was an easy agreement. However, Clint had ended up asking her to wear the sweater for him.
Lydia got up and went to the kitchen. It was time to check in with Sophia and Beth. Sophia she would be able to bullshit…maybe. But she really didn’t look forward to the Beth call. Her sister knew her. She’d be all over her like white on rice. She started to dial Sophia’s number, then thought better of it. She’d go over there; it was a fifteen-minute drive at most.
Baskin and Robbins had three quarts of Pralines and Cream when she stopped on the way to the Gault’s house, so obviously it was destined that she visit. By the time she got to the door, it was already opened. Billy grabbed the bag out of her hands.
“Whoa, don’t eat it all; one of those quarts is for your sister and me.”
She still couldn’t believe how far up she had to gaze to look Billy Anderson in the eye. There was a big difference between fourteen and nineteen. He gave her a hug.
“How are you doing, Lydia? How’s Clint?” he asked as he ushered her into the house and down the hall to the living room. Mason and Sophia were sitting beside one another on the couch. Sophia had her feet up on Mason’s lap. That was one way to keep her off her feet, offer her a foot rub. Sly… The man is sly…
“Do I see a pink-and-white bag? Is that ice cream?” Sophia cooed.
Billy looked inside. “Pralines and cream. You only get one dish.”
“What are you talking about?” Sophia glared at her younger brother. Lydia could no longer consider Billy the ‘little’ brother.
“The doctor’s worried about your sugar levels, you know that Sweetheart,” Mason whispered. But Lydia caught it. Sophia’s frown turned upside down. She reached out her hand and Mason took it and brought it to his lips.
“I think with all that sweetness, you wouldn’t need ice cream,” Lydia teased.
“Lydia, you know better than that. There is always room for ice cream. Billy, scoop us two big bowls, then anyone with a penis, leave the room.”
Mason lifted an eyebrow and Billy snorted. Lydia was startled. This was not Sophia’s normal way of behaving. When she saw her friend blush, she knew she hadn’t been taken over by the pod people.
“Sweets, I gotta say, these pregnancy hormones are a hoot and a half,” Mason said as he bent over and gave her a long kiss before getting off the couch. He walked up to Lydia and gave her a big hug.
“So how were Clint and Drake doing today?”
“You just came over yesterday,” Lydia laughed. “They’re the same.”
“Clint’s walking even better and Drake’s obsessed with his phone. He can’t get enough of his family.”
“Hmmm,” Mason said.
“What?” Lydia asked.
“It’s good that Clint is doing better. I hate to see you two apart though. Are you going to be reinstated?”
“I got the six months’ leave of absence, but now that Clint is going to be gone for a while, I’m asking to come back for a couple of months. I’m sure my supervisor’s head will explode.”
“Here’s your ice cream,” Billy said. “Lydia, do you want to eat on the couch with Sophia?”
“Absolutely,” she smiled as she tried to take her bowl. Billy wasn’t having any of it. He held them over his head and brought the bowls and napkins over to the coffee table, then moved it so it was easy for Sophia to reach. God, that kid had grown up to be an amazing man.
“How’s school going?” Lydia asked him.
“Slow.”
Mason and Sophia laughed.
“Just one more year, and you’ll have your associate’s degree. Then you can join the Navy if that’s still what you want to do.”
“No, I’ll want to be a seaplane pilot,” Billy said sarcastically. “Sawyer and I will move to Alaska and start our own little business.”
Sophia rolled her eyes at Lydia. Mason rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sorry,” Billy said. “Right now, the classes are near the end, and the tests are easy. It’s frustrating. I should have signed up for something more challenging.”
“What did you sign up for?” Lydia asked.
“Engineering. They’re letting me take a calculus class on the side. I would have done Computer and Information Sciences, but that’s Sawyer’s gig.”
“So that’s too easy, huh?”
“He read all the assigned texts last summer before starting cl
ass. So did Sawyer. It was what Kenna’s son, Austin had suggested. He did it his sophomore year and he aced everything,” Sophia explained.
“Yeah, that poor sucker ended up having to go to a four-year university before he gets to sign up,” Billy smirked.
“God help the Navy, the three of them are joining at the same time,” Mason shook his head wearily. “I just pray they don’t end up anywhere near my team.”
“Ah come on, that’s not nice. We’ll be excellent students,” Billy grinned.
Lydia looked over at Sophia who was beginning to look pale.
“Okay, you penises, time for you to leave, our ice cream is melting.” Lydia made a shooing motion. Mason looked over at Sophia and got the picture fast.
“You got it. Come on Billy, time for us to vamoose.”
“Yeah, I have plans with Rebecca tonight, so I have to get ready,” Lydia heard Billy say as he left the room with Mason. She hurried over to the couch and gave Sophia a tight hug.
“You okay?”
“I don’t know what worries me more. Thinking of him one day going on missions or thinking of him one day married and a dad.”
“Ah, Honey.” Lydia looked down at Sophia’s distended stomach with envy. She jerked back in surprise. Where had that come from? Sure, she and Clint had talked about a family, but that was way off in the future. Right now, they were focused on their careers. He went on deployments and she worked crazy hours with the police department. She winced. Then there was the gnat under the carpet that she’d let grow to the size of an elephant. She was so screwed.
“What?” she hadn’t heard a word of what Sophia had said.
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