Take Me Home: Book 4 The Wakefield Romance Series

by Hewitt, Theresa Marguerite

  “Are we really doin’ this right here, Bobby?” I gasp against his lips, pulling at his jacket buttons, practically ripping it apart and running my hands under his shirt and up his chest. Eh, what the heck? In a truck, in a bed; I’ll go anywhere with this man right now.

  “Would you rather go back to the bar and wait till the party is over? Because you know once you’re under my roof you ain’t leavin’ anytime soon.” That Georgia drawl smoothes over me and I can’t take it anymore. Taking my time, tracing the lines of his pecs and abs, I land on the waistband of his jeans; my lips never leaving his as our breathing is hot and heavy.

  Just as my fingers push the button free the familiar ‘Whoop-Whoop’ warning siren of a cop car echoes through the cab and I freeze. My mind can’t help but replay some of my horrible marriage and feed into my fear of law enforcement. The way Jake used to use his position to keep tabs on me, even follow me as I did errands around town. Yeah, I’ll admit it, I still look over my shoulder twice when I see any kind of cop car. Bobby tenses for a second, but as the crackle of a speaker rings through the air, I recognize the voice as local Deputy John Kenny.

  “Bobby Timmons! Ellie Mae! Take your asses home before I get out of this squad car and hose ya both down!” he shouts into the microphone, his message edged with laughter and I can hear whom I guess is his partner laughing in the background and pick up my head, seeing their car right behind Bobby’s truck. They flash the lights real fast and sound the sirens, making me breakout in a giggle. Bobby sighs heavily, grunting a little as he leans us forward to wave out his window. “Make sure you wipe down those windows so ya don’t run into nothin’ on your way home!” the Deputy shouts again, then I watch as his car backs away, turning and heading back toward town.

  Bobby takes his hand from my jeans slowly, to my dismay, and I sag into his chest as he holds me, kissing the top of my head. “You know, Chad prolly called them on us, right?” He chuckles lightly and I pick my face up to look at him. He’s smiling, shaking his head before he captures my face and kisses me, and taking my breath away again. “I don’t know how he knew where we were, but damn it, I know Chief sicked him on us.”

  He pulls our foreheads together, kissing the tip of my nose. “Back to the party then?” I ask, sighing heavily and sliding off his lap. I lean my hips up with my feet pressed against his thigh to readjust my jeans and he’s watching me the entire time; his stare setting me on fire.

  “Hell no!” he basically growls, starting the truck up and squealing his tires out of the carwash. “Do you think Rhea will really mind if we blow the rest so that I can have my way with you?” His eyebrows waggle and I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head at him and quickly sending my cousin a message telling her that I’m with Bobby and I’ll call her tomorrow. Her reply is only a second later and it’s only a winking smiley face. Yup, she knows what we’ll be doing; hell, she’ll be doing plenty of it herself tonight since Dana is babysitting for them.

  Tossing my phone down into my purse, I slide over next to Bobby, ignoring him as he starts to ask what I’m doing and I take his earlobe between my teeth. His slight grunt in return and his arm wrapping around me, squeezing my butt cheek tells me he still likes it, and I soothe the tiny bite with a quick lick; trailing kisses down his cheek, jaw line, and neck, nipping at the part of his collar bone just above his shirt.

  He’s holding onto me with one arm and driving with the other as I continue my assault. I know he’s rolling through the stop signs, his hand rubbing my back and running up into my hair, tugging it back when I bite a little too hard. The familiar houses of my cousin’s, now Bobby’s, street pass by around us and his tires squeal into his driveway. He slams it into park, holding onto me for only a second before pulling me onto his lap again, claiming my mouth and exploring me with his tongue.

  “Grab your purse,” he orders and I reach blindly over to my seat, feeling for the familiar fabric. Once my fingers are wrapped around the strap, I’m yanked from the cab and I can’t stop the squeal falling from my lips. “Hold on,” he whispers harshly in my ear and my legs wrap around his waist tighter. I throw my arms around his neck and wait until I hear the click of his key in the deadlock to cover his lips with mine, letting go of my purse and not caring where it falls.

  His hands are frantically pulling at my clothes, and using my legs for support. I do the same at his shirts, pulling his jacket off and forcing his arms from my body for only a second as I throw that and his shirt to the floor. His lips are latched onto my throat, giving me a hickey when my back hits a wall, forcing what little breath is in my lungs to rush over my lips in a gasp. My legs squeeze him and he grunts into my lips before leaning back, his hazel eyes burning a path over me even in the shadows of his empty house.

  I’m burning for him, but he just stands there, looking at me. I trail my hands down his bare chest and he grins at me, brushing just the back of his fingertips against my cheek. God, I want him, now, and I let the need thundering through me fuel a whimper that leaves me and I arch my hips into him, feeling his once again rock hard erection trapped in his jeans. His eyes roll shut for only a second before snapping back open with an evil glint.

  “Hands above your head, Sweetheart,” he growls into my ear, kissing me only for a second even though I want more. I hold my hands up, the backs pressed against the cool wall and his naughty little grin reappears, making my heart thunder even faster. My jacket being shed only seconds after he slammed the door shut, Bobby only has to deal with my shirt, tank, and bra, which he makes quick work off leaving me bare with my hands still held high.

  “You are more beautiful than ever, Sweetheart,” he whispers and my heart swells for this man. His hands cover mine as he leans in, capturing my lips and pressing his chest into mine, grinding his hips into me and making me moan in need for him. I bite down on his bottom lip, this time not trying to be sexy or playful, but out of need and the rumble that comes from his throat makes my skin vibrate. He pulls me from the wall, walking only a short distance before laying me down on the kitchen table.

  My legs still wrapped around his waist, he yanks my shoes off with his hands behind his back, tossing them into the darkness. His hands reach for my waistband and it’s then that I notice the new tattoos joining his pirate ship on his forearm and SEAL Team homage on his upper arm. I stop his hands and sit up, running my fingers over the tribal design across his left pec. He holds my hand there, gripping my chin lightly and tilting my face up.

  “Wanna know what it says, Sweetheart?” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine and I nod my head, under his spell and he smiles. “Sacrifice all but love.” I freeze at his words, feeling his hand covering mine on his chest flex and hold it tighter to his skin. I don’t know what to think, or say. Even in the dark I know he can see my confusion and he smiles into my lips. “I’ll sacrifice everything if it means I can have you,” he breathes, leaning over me, laying me back down while his lips move with mine. All this time, all the lies, and this man still loves me? It can’t be.

  My fingernails dig into his chest, not believing his words and he releases my lips. “Don’t fight it, Sweetheart; not anymore. No shit, just us. You and me.” His hand presses mine deathly tight to his skin, acting as if he wants to burn my touch onto him. “Ellie and Bobby. A sweetheart and a cocky jackass.” I can’t help but laugh a little at his words and he smiles down at me, kissing my cheek. “What do ya say?”

  “I say stop your fuckin’ talkin’ and make love to me, damn it!” I grip his face, not letting him go until he forces me to and that naughty smile is back. He doesn’t waste any more time as his fingers slip into my waist band and my jeans and panties are on the floor in a flash. He steps back out of my reach so my hands fall short of his jeans, coming back when I hear the clang of his belt hit the tiles.

  He leans over me, kissing all the way up my body as his fingers work their magic between my legs, but I’m more than ready for him. As he sinks his fingers in, he smiles and groans against my kiss
, removing them after only one thrust and replacing them with the head of his shaft. His size will always make me gasp, and as he slowly pushes in, his hands roam my body paying special attention to my breasts; cupping, teasing, and pinching until I’m already teetering on the edge as he seats himself fully.

  “My perfect sweetheart,” he whispers over my lips, slowly kissing me as he matches his movement everywhere else. He oh so slowly pulls out and slides back in, stoking the flames and making me arch into him as he hits all the right spots. I don’t want him to go slow, I want him. So, wrapping my arms and legs around him, I show him what I want with pulling him to me, loving the slight pain of his size stretching me forcefully.

  He takes the lead and within seconds I’m throwing my head back and screaming his name into the darkness of his empty house, my fingernails digging into his forearms as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady to have his way with me. Coming down from that earth shattering orgasm, my vision clears to see him smiling down at me, that naughty look in his eyes as he slows to tease me, building the delicious tension once more.

  “Did you miss me?” he asks, thrusting hard so that all I can do is nod, my use of speech obliterated. He laughs, keeping a teasing pace; one of his hands releasing my hip to trail up the middle of my body, over my breasts and neck. His fingertips graze my chin before they grip it, forcing me to look at him. His index finger rolls over my top lip as his thumb lines my bottom and I open, darting my tongue out to just flick it on the pad of his thumb. He laughs again, still holding my chin and asks, “Did. You. Miss. Me?”

  “Yes!” I answer on a scream as he thrusts into me again, letting go of my face to grab my hips with both hands again and drive into me. I love it and I want all I can get tonight. As the heat grows, I arch into him, lending him full access and I find myself screaming ‘Yes’ on every thrust as my second climax rolls over me, shaking my limbs. I feel myself milking him and his grip falters, his face falling to my chest as he thrusts hard three more times before biting lightly on my right breast in his release.

  It’s a pleasurable pain and I hold his face to my body, both of our breathing hard and unrelenting as we lay there. I’m running my fingers through his hair and I’ve missed the feeling of his breath on my naked body. He turns his face down and trails slow, long kisses over my chest and stomach and I can’t help the tears that fill my eyes. I try to hold in that stupid sniffle, but when it happens, he pulls me up into his arms and I hold him tight. It’s totally dark, but it’s his house, and as he moves with ease I sink my face into his neck letting the tears slip out at their will.

  Up the stairs in a bound, I’m bombarded by moonlight when we’re in his bedroom; the large bay window with its curtains open looking out onto the snow covered tree line. He sits us down so that his left leg is still on the floor and holds my face in his hands, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. This man that can be so cocky, so demanding and Alpha, has the soft side that I love and crave sometimes and I lean into his touch.

  “I won’t go back on that promise I made to you again, Sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing me lightly before leaning over and removing his prosthetic and suspension sleeve. There is nothing weird about Bobby’s leg to me. It’s part of him.

  “What promise, Bobby?” I whisper, wiping the last tear away and sinking into his side as he lays down beside me, pulling the sheet and comforter up around us.

  “To never let you go. I slipped up once, but never again. You’re my sweetheart, and nothing, especially no one, will take me away from you.” His look and words bring back the day at the pond then the day at our spot and my heart beats wildly for him again. I was so broken back then, so much more so than now, and I had given it all to him.

  Knowing he’ll keep his promise, I climb on top of him and kiss him, moaning at his touch as it warms my skin again. “I know Bobby,” I whisper between kisses. “I won’t ever let you go, either. Especially not tonight.” I smile into his lips as he grins, squealing as his soft touch turns into demanding tickles and pinches.

  “That’s my sweetheart,” he says, rolling me over and hovering over me, that mischievous look glinting in his moonlit eyes as he pulls the sheets up over his head. It’s a good thing my brother isn’t home right now, or that Bobby’s neighbors aren’t really that close, because it seems like Bobby Timmons here wants to take advantage of every second alone.

  Hey, I’m not one to complain. My man; he’s back. What more could I ask for?

  CHAPTER SEVEN:

  Ellie

  December 24, 2014

  Is this real? It seems like it’s all a dream and at any second I’ll wake up in my shitty trailer and be alone, not in this sparsely decorated, but full of love, home watching Bobby sleep from my perch on his bedroom windowsill. I laugh a little to myself as I recall the stories Rhea has told me of doing the same with Chad, but I know with me and Bobby it’s a lot different.

  We weren’t always just a heartbeat or arm’s length away, we were broken and beaten souls who found each other, then lost each other again. Yes it hurt, and still hurts, that he left, but seeing him, feeling him, and having him with me gives me hope that maybe finally, that pain that has radiated over me for years is gone for good.

  Bobby snores obnoxiously, gasping and smacking his lips before rolling over onto his stomach, flailing his arm over my pillow and I have to laugh again knowing he would have smacked me in the face like he had a million times before he left. Looking to the snow covered trees in his backyard, the worry does start to build as a slight chill runs over me.

  What if this is all temporary? What if we can’t be good for one another? This worry and guilt gets me every time I start to feel good and I hate myself for letting it in. This is my everyday struggle that I’ve dealt with for months, you think I’d be used to it. I sigh heavily, go to lean back against the edge of the window only to have arms slide around me and the back of my head meet a hard chest; making me gasp loudly out of fright.

  “Shh…shh, Sweetheart, it’s jus’ me.” The smooth, deep voice rolls over me and I look up into his hazel eyes; eyes that are laughing at me and I turn and smack his chest, giggling uncontrollably as his hands trail up my back and sides in an onslaught of tickles.

  “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” I yell at him, hitting him again before he spins me around, wrapping his arms tight around me and trapping my back to his chest. I don’t fight long because I love being his prisoner. His lips meet the top of my ear and his warm breath makes a hot shiver of desire for him run through me; the goose-bumps not going unnoticed by him.

  “Oh quit it, you scaredy cat.” He laughs, nipping my ear and kissing my neck. I melt almost immediately in his arms, leaning back into him and resting my head on his shoulder, letting him have his way with his lips covering my neck, shoulder, and cheek. His right hand comes up, leaving a hot trail over my stomach and chest before he grips my chin, turning my face to his as he hovers his lips teasingly close, his eyes locked on them. “What were you sighing so heavily about jus’ now, Sweetheart?” he whispers, grazing his lips for a split second along mine and I’m on fire for him in an instant.

  “I was jus’ thinking,” I say on a whisper and lean forward to have him kiss me, only to meet empty air as he backs away. I know that look in his eyes, he’s not satisfied with my answer but I don’t want to ruin this moment, this night. I lean forward again, reaching my hand up to grasp the side of his face, but again he angles away, all the joking Bobby put aside for now.

  “I don’t want anything held from each other this time around, Ellie. I want us to share everything, every damn thing; I don’t care how small.” He reaches up and brushes the back of his fingers along my cheek, his eyes following their path and I swear my heart falters at the touch. “I want to know what goes on in your pretty lil’ mind. This mind that I love so much.” His lips meet mine for only a second, stealing what breath that hasn’t left me from my rapid heartbeat, and I’m gasping when he releases me.


  Trying to catch my breath, I lick my lips that have all of a sudden become dry, and the smirk on Bobby’s face as he knows he’s unraveling me makes my skin vibrate with need of more of him. I turn in his arms, throwing my legs over his hips and my arms around his neck, our chests only an inch apart and I can feel his rapid heartbeat; I can feel his still growing erection beneath my thigh as I scoot my hips closer to his, wanting him to lose the boxers. His hands slide up my sides, over my bare breasts, and surround my chin; his thumbs running over my cheeks and lips ever so lightly, making me roll my head back into his magical touch.

  Taking a deep breath as I raise my head again, I look him in the eye and say, “I was jus’ worrying about us, Bobby. What if this is all temporary? A dream even? What if I can’t be what you need?” I can’t stop the slight tears from coming and as they slide down over my cheeks, Bobby pulls me in, kissing them away. He doesn’t release me, but wraps one hand around to cup the back of my neck as his thumb tilts my face and the other hand runs down to the small of my back, coaxing me to press my chest to his.

  “This isn’t temporary.” He squeezes me to him gently, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s no dream, either. It’s you and me, makin’ this work and takin’ it day by day. I’m not sayin’ everything with me is gonna be roses and rainbows, because let’s face it, I’m far from perfect.” His slight grin makes me smile and as I do his thumb runs over my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and slipping his finger into my mouth. I don’t miss the opportunity to tease him and I swirl my tongue around the pad and then down, making sure that my lips make the loudest smacking sound possible as they leave his skin.