In His Sights

by Jo Davis

  He didn’t speak or move except to lay his free hand on her knee and stroke it. He sensed she needed his touch, but also needed him to be quiet right now, so she could get it all out.

  “He didn’t have a traumatic childhood, wasn’t abused or bullied. None of those triggers people think of as causes of depression. He was just so . . . lost within himself. From childhood on, the demon inside him was himself, despite everything. I tried, though, to get him the best help possible. I really did. In the end, there was no help for him as far as he was concerned.”

  Oh, no. Chris held his breath, figuring he knew what came next.

  “All the love I gave him, that Maddy gave him when she came along, wasn’t enough. One day I got a call at work that Greg hadn’t picked up Maddy at the day care. And somehow, I just knew.”

  He hurt for what she’d gone through, his eyes burning. He held her tighter and studied her profile. Tears were streaming down her face, her expression shattered with the recollection.

  “He was in our four-car garage, sitting in his Mercedes with it running. Had been for hours, most likely. There was a handwritten note on the front seat next to him that just said, I’m sorry I can’t fight this anymore and I’ll always love you both. That was all.”

  This time, he found his voice. “I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered.

  “I was so angry,” she went on. “I knew, in my head, that depression is a disease and not something he was able to control, but it felt like he had chosen to abandon us. That he didn’t love us enough to stay. He left me alone with a five-year-old, a delinquent mortgage on a four-million-dollar house, and a mountain of debt I had no idea he’d accumulated. I lost everything—except Maddy. She was my guiding light, and has been ever since. She was the reason I rebuilt my life when all I wanted to do was join him.”

  “God, don’t say that,” he said hoarsely, wiping the tears from her face. “Don’t ever talk about harming yourself, baby.”

  “No, I never would’ve left Maddy, not for any reason.” She sighed, breath hitching. “But as I healed and moved us here to start a new life, I lost my passion for living, if that makes sense. I never considered letting another man in my life. I was so afraid to love again, because that means possibly losing them.”

  “That’s not always true,” he pointed out gently. “Remember, you haven’t lost Maddy.”

  “I know. But that didn’t make overcoming the fear any easier. That is, until you came along.”

  Her words gave him hope, and he scooted to face her fully. “What do you want from me? For us?”

  She smiled at him, no trace of sorrow left in her blue eyes. “I want everything. I’m so in love with you.”

  “I love you, too. So much.”

  Their lips met in a searing kiss, and he tasted her until he was hard and leaking in his shorts. His hands cupped her breasts through her T-shirt and rubbed until her nipples poked against the fabric even through her bra.

  “I want you,” she said, cupping his length. “Now. Where can we go?”

  “Not out in the open. Come on, we’ll find a place.” Standing, he helped her to her feet and they took off for the car, laughing like teenagers.

  Back inside the Camaro and buckled up, he peeled out of the parking lot, grinning at Robyn’s delighted squeal. Suddenly he knew just the place to go, and he made a series of turns down several winding roads, slowing down quite a bit since it was fully dark under the cover of the hills and trees.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  The final turn was a road that led down to the river in a different area altogether than the park where they’d enjoyed their picnic. Here, a rocky slope rose high over the river and the darkened dirt road they were now sitting on. He turned off the engine, undid his seat belt, then hers, and pulled her into his arms.

  “You ever fucked in a muscle car, honey?” he purred in her ear.

  She shivered against him. “No. Have you?”

  “Not this one.”

  “Mmm. Are we going to fix that?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  * * *

  Robyn was so hot, she thought her blood was boiling in her veins.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d lusted this badly, and she wanted her sexy cop something fierce. Right this moment, she could spread for him in front of the entire Sugarland PD and not give a damn about anything but his big cock pounding into her and making her scream.

  You ever fucked in a muscle car, honey?

  No, but she planned to remedy the oversight, curing herself of her staid, boring existence once and for all. Right now.

  Grasping the hem of her shirt, she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floorboard. Her bra was next. She felt wild and dirty, like she was in high school all over again, back when she hadn’t always been such a good girl.

  She liked the way the air kissed her nipples as her breasts bounced free. She liked it even better when her lover kissed them and licked each one as though eating the tastiest treat. Arching into his mouth, she let him have his way, enjoying his mouth and the burn of his five o’clock shadow on her skin.

  When she could stand it no more, she pushed him back a bit and went for the button on his cargo shorts. “I’m glad you wore loose clothing.”

  “Would you be mad if I said I planned ahead?”

  “Let me show you and you be the judge of how upset I am.”

  Lowering the zipper, she worked his shorts and briefs down as he scooted toward her some. His cock popped free, pointing at the roof, appearing dark and flushed in the moonlight. Bending, she swallowed him to the root, desire driving her to give him the best blow job he’d ever had. She wanted to make his eyes cross.

  His skin was clean and he smelled spicy, like whatever he’d used in the shower. Inspired, she worked lower and laved his balls, loving his groan of pleasure. She tongued them all around, getting him nice and wet, driving him out of his mind.

  “My God! Robyn, honey . . . Fuck, so good.”

  Jesus, she was going to burn up. “I need cock inside me. Need you to fuck me hard and dirty.”

  “Shit, yes. Condom. In the glove box.”

  Quickly she flipped open the front compartment and found the strip, tearing one off. As he yanked off his tank top, she made quick work of opening the package and sheathing him. Then she worked off her own shorts and panties, leaving her completely naked. In a sexy car with her hot boyfriend. In the dark.

  Crawling over the middle hump with the gearshift, she straddled his lap. It was quite a feat of acrobatics, with the edge of the steering wheel pressed into her back. But they fit and that was all she cared about.

  Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around him and guided the head of his cock into place. Then she slowly seated herself on him until she was totally impaled. She reveled in the feeling for a moment, watching him through half-closed eyes. The way his head was thrown back, the strong cords of muscle in his neck and chest, ecstasy etched on his handsome face. His dark eyes, staring back at her, heavy with lust.

  “Fuck me,” she said huskily.

  “Hang on to me.”

  Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she prepared for a thrilling ride—and wasn’t disappointed. Fingers digging into her hips, he began to thrust, fucking her hard and deep, as he’d promised. His cock stroked her inner walls, pistoning in and out, the slap of their flesh titillating. Their coupling was raw, unbridled.

  Never had she experienced anything like it before. With Chris, it was pure naughty, unfettered passion.

  The quickening began to build between her legs as his length stroked her sheath, her clit. She began to unravel, bouncing on his lap with abandon and screaming in completion as her orgasm exploded. On and on she rode him, driving him to his own release. He came with a shout, thrusting through his orgasm, cock jer
king inside her.

  Gradually their movements slowed. Their release ebbed, leaving her sated and more blissed out than she could ever recall.

  “That was freaking amazing,” she breathed, lowering her head for a kiss.

  He gave her some tongue, growling playfully, which she thought was cute. Finally they broke apart and she said with much regret, “Now comes the cleanup.”

  “Ugh. But so worth it.” His eyes practically rolled back in his head. “I think you killed me.”

  “Nope. Can’t do that when I plan on riding you again and again for as long as you’ll have me.”

  His smile was white in the darkness. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Except the part where you love me.”

  “And it’s true. I do love you, with all my heart.”

  “I love you, baby.” He made a face. “Guess we’d better get moving. Rachel’s probably wondering if we’re ever coming home.”

  “Home. I like how you say it that way.”

  He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek. “I’m coming to think of your place as home, with you and Maddy. But we can talk more about particulars later. We have all the time in the world.”

  “Yes, we do.”

  Robyn found some tissues and they got cleaned up as best as they could. Chris wrapped the condom in one of the tissues and placed it in one of the sacks without food in it to throw away later. With much wiggling around, they managed to find their clothes and get dressed again.

  Before he started the car, he turned to her and said, “I’ll always remember tonight. Especially making love in this place with you. I already know this is going to be one of my most treasured memories.”

  Happy tears welled in her eyes. “You say the most romantic things.”

  “I just say what I feel.”

  “It’s the same with me. I’ll always remember tonight, with you.”

  Reluctantly, they left their spot. But Robyn had a suspicion they’d be back.

  The drive home was nice, the two of them wrapped in a fog of happiness. She did feel bad for Rachel when they pulled into the driveway and she saw it was going on eleven.

  “Oh, wow,” she said. “I can’t believe we were gone that long.”

  “Worth it?”

  “Every second. I’m going to give Rachel extra.”

  “Naw, let me cover it this time, okay?” She started to protest, but he intervened. “It’s important to me.”

  She relented, loving him. “Thank you.”

  He walked her inside. She wanted to take the leftovers, but he’d said it wasn’t safe since the chicken had been out so long, and he’d make her and Maddy a fresh dish for dinner one night. She couldn’t wait.

  “Maddy’s asleep,” Rachel said. “The movie was good, and then we ate pizza downtown. She was worn out, and crashed right after her bath.”

  “Thanks so much, and I apologize for keeping you up so late.”

  The younger woman waved her off. “I’m in college, Dr. Lassiter. I never sleep.”

  Chris paid her, giving the girl a generous tip. She thanked him profusely, blushing as she tried not to appear she was ogling him, even though she really was. When Rachel was gone, Robyn took his hand.

  “Do you want to stay a while, maybe?”

  “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be. Sofa?”

  “Bedroom,” she said meaningfully.

  “Woman, you’re going to wear me out.”

  But he was smiling as he said it, and beat a path to her room faster than she could blink.

  She switched on some music, playing low, and they got naked. For a while they simply held each other, basking in their newfound love. They talked, too, Chris sharing more about his unhappy childhood than she suspected most people knew.

  “My cousin Shane knows how bad my parents got along,” he told her, “but even he doesn’t know about some of the stuff that happened. The verbal abuse and screaming were kept off the radar when others visited. My parents knew how to put on a facade. Nobody would’ve believed me.”

  “I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” she said, hugging him tightly.

  “I’m mostly over it now, but sometimes I wonder why some guys, like me, grow up to be productive citizens in spite of their sad upbringing, while some victims go on to hurt others. My crappy childhood made me want to do better, be better. Help other people.”

  “You’re a rare, special man. I know it, and so does Maddy.”

  “Thanks, but I’m just me.”

  “And you’re perfect.”

  Under the sheet, her hand crept downward to explore and play. As he gradually hardened, he spread his legs for her, letting her play and stroke all she wanted. They didn’t speak, but he knew to follow her lead and was quite content to do it. She ducked under the covers and pressed kisses down his flat abdomen to her ultimate prize.

  This time was more about connecting on an emotional level than about lust and passion. It was about loving her man, marking him as hers. He made his enjoyment plain.

  Groaning, he began to work his hips as she sucked him. This time it lasted longer, and she drove him slowly out of his mind. At last he went over the edge, moaning.

  “Baby, I’m gonna—”

  He shot, and she swallowed every drop of him. Sucked him through his orgasm and licked him clean, then let his softened cock slip from her lips.

  “I don’t have any brains left,” he muttered. “You sucked them all out from the end of my dick.”

  Laughing, she crawled up his luscious body and gave him a kiss, sharing his essence with him. It was hot, and he apparently liked it, eating her mouth as though he couldn’t get enough.

  Afterward, she settled in again and drifted off, listening to his heartbeat. For now, all worries about work and serial killers faded into the background. This had been the perfect night with the man she loved.

  She had another chance, and she was going to live life with Chris to the fullest.

  * * *

  Robyn groaned when the alarm went off.

  Chris wanted to be up and dressed before Maddy woke up for the day and wondered what he was doing there. At least if they were dressed and in the kitchen, they could act like he’d come by for breakfast. They hated the ruse, but she wasn’t sure what else to do. Chris was the man she loved and wanted a future with, but it felt too new to share with Maddy.

  How did other people juggling kids and new lovers handle it? She could only do what felt right.

  They took a quick shower, fooling around a bit. Then they dressed for work, Chris in some spare clothes he’d left in her closet, plus the gun and holster he’d brought in from his car. They were in the kitchen eating cereal and fruit by the time Maddy padded in wearing purple jeans and a pink shirt. The little girl had her own alarm clock and was pretty good about getting herself ready for school.

  “Hi, Chris.”

  “Hey, munchkin.”

  She gave him a sleepy hug and then sat at the table, yawning. “I don’t want fruit on my cereal. Gross.”

  Robyn sighed. That must be one of the standard words for kids around the globe, and described just about everything they didn’t like. “Not even a banana?”

  “No.” She caught her mom’s hard stare and amended, “No, thank you.”

  “That’s better.”

  Once breakfast was finished, they parted reluctantly. It struck Robyn hard that she had been right—the turning point in her relationship with Chris had indeed been last night. They were actually becoming a family, right before her eyes.

  It was fantastic.

  “Chris? When can I ride in your car?” Maddy pointed to where the Camaro sat in the driveway.

  “I don’t know. Soon, if it’s okay with your mom.”

  They both looked at Robyn. “Anytime is fine.”

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nbsp; “Can you take me to school in it? Pleeeease?” She turned those big eyes on Chris, and it was apparent he was toast.

  “Sure, sweet thing. Is that all right?” he asked Robyn.

  “That’s fine. Be sure you buckle up.”

  “Yay!”

  Chuckling, he helped her on with her backpack, even though she’d just have to take it off again when they got to the car. When they were ready to go, he kissed Robyn, promising he’d see her tonight.

  “Can’t wait,” she said, overjoyed. Not When can I see you again? but I’ll see you tonight. As a couple, they’d turned a corner for the better.

  It was beyond weird watching a man load her precious baby girl into his car and drive her to school. But he was a wonderful, special man and she knew Maddy was safe in his care. The knowledge gave her peace she hadn’t known in years.

  She had a man she loved, and she didn’t have to bear the burden alone anymore.

  Cranking up the radio, she sang along to Aerosmith as she drove to work, in high spirits. There was no masking her joyous mood, which earned her a few comments and smiles, all in good fun. She didn’t care.

  When Shea came on shift after noon, the other woman made a beeline straight for her and pulled her into the staff lounge, shutting the door.

  “All right, girlfriend, spill it! The minute I came through the door, every single person I saw asked me if I’d seen Dr. Feelgood today,” she said, eyes wide. “And that’s no lie.”

  “Hmm, wish I’d thought of that song,” Robyn joked. “I would’ve sung along to that one for sure.”

  “Keep me in suspense any longer and I’ll hurt you.”

  “I’m about to explode,” she admitted. “We’re not just dating anymore. We’re together.”

  “Get out! Together together?”

  “As in madly in love, yes!”

  Shea hugged her and they jumped around some before collecting themselves. Her friend was beaming at her, and Robyn knew she looked the same. Insanely happy and ready to bust.

  Robyn took a calming breath. “I told him about Greg. It was so cathartic, and he was an absolute doll. He’s almost too freaking good to be true.”