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“You don’t have a car and mine is at the courthouse. How do you expect to get us anywhere? Unless you can get a taxi to come here, I think we’re stuck.” Spencer pulled out his key ring and found the one he was looking for. Serves Devin right, he thought as he walked over to his new SUV and opened it up.

Smiling to her, he waved her over.

“Nice trick. Whose is this and won’t they miss it when they come out after lunch? I’m pretty sure you and I didn’t come here in this.” She stood in front of him and kissed his nose.

“It’s Devin’s,” he told her with a grin. She smiled too and got in the passenger side. As Spencer got into the driver’s seat, he continued. “I’ll drop you off at the lot to get your car. You can follow me to my house. He can pick up his car from my house.”

“Okay. Are you planning to tell him at some point? He may deserve this and I’m all for making his life a little hell, but he might call the police. And all the same to you, I think shooting him would be easier than trying to explain why we stole his car.”

“I’ll let him know when we get on the road. Listen, O’Malley, I’m sorry about him upsetting you. I’ll beat him to a bloody pulp when I see him next time.“

“No. He was just forcing my hand. I...I had already told him what happened to my parents a week ago. I...I was trying to explain why I can’t see you, why I can’t get close to you.”

Spencer thought about them getting more than close very soon, but decided that was not what she meant. She was not leaving him, not if he could help it.

There was something here beginning between them and he wanted to see where it was going.

“Then explain it to me. Because, O’Malley, I really want to get close to you, very close. I like being around you and want to spend time getting to know you better,” he demanded.

“You just want to get into my pants. That’s fine with me. I want to get into yours as well. Your cock is all I’ve thought of for...what are you doing?” Pulling over seemed a smart idea at that moment, as all the blood in his body had pooled in his groin. Tugging her closer so he could kiss her also seemed like a good idea until he realized that bucket seats were not conducive to the kind of kiss he had in mind. Pulling back a little, he saw that her eyes were glazed with need and darkened with desire.

“I have to call my brother and then I need to get you to your car. But if we don’t leave right now, I’m going to drag you over to the nearest wall or tree and fuck you until neither of us can stand.”

She was nodding and panting, driving him closer to the edge. He could see her nipples poking hard against the silk of her blouse and before he could stop himself, he flicked his finger over the stiffened peak. Her moan was deep and loud in the car.

“Hurry, Grant, or I’m going to come right now with or without you. You have my body on fire and if I get any wetter, the seat will need to be replaced. I want you inside of me now.”

Turning around to the steering wheel again, he gripped it tight. Key, turn, shift and drive—following those simple words seemed to help and it got them moving again. He hoped nothing happened before he got her to her car, like stopping, or worse, someone asked him a question. He wasn’t sure he had enough blood in his brain to make a coherent answer.

He dropped her off at the courthouse three minutes later. He would swear it was hours, but it just felt that way. Once she was in her car and it started, he pulled out his phone to call Devin.

“I have your car. And you may or may not get it back in one piece. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Spencer demanded of his brother as soon as Devin answered.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry. I was only trying to help you both out. She told me why she won’t get serious with you and I thought she would open up. Please don’t hurt my car; Ronnie is already pissed at me. I think Cait’s uncle might have called in a few favors and I might be looking at some serious tickets in my near future.”

“It would serve you right. I’d like to work things out with her on my own, thanks. Shit, Devin, did you see her face? She looked like you had killed her dad yourself. Don’t you remember how it was when our dad was killed, how we felt?”

“Yes. I’m truly sorry. If it makes you feel any better, Mom is pissed at me too.

And I may never get laid again.” Spencer groaned. Now was not the time to discuss anyone’s sex life.

“A little better. Tell Mom I’ll come and get Meggie later tonight. O’Malley and I have some things to discuss.” Spencer didn’t know how much actual talking they would be doing, but it was better than telling his brother he was hoping to get laid himself.

“Talking, huh? I’m sure you do. If Mom can’t take Meggie, Ronnie and I will.

Ronnie can drop her off tomorrow for you. Or you can pick her up.” They talked for a few more minutes and hung up just as Spencer was pulling into his drive way. O’Malley was sitting on her car waiting for him, talking on her phone. She looked better, but he was still mad at his brother.

Spencer had bought the house six months ago. Nicky had told him it was a good deal and helped Spencer with the sale and title transfer. He and Meggie had moved in three weeks ago. He found he was actually excited and nervous for O’Malley to see his home.

When she continued to talk on the phone, he noticed she moved her hands a lot and he noticed that the louder she got, the more the used her finger—the middle one—a great deal. When she flung her phone across the car, he burst out laughing and made her look up at her. In that second, he knew he could love her for the rest of his days.

“That was my CO in Chicago. Commander Hunter said that he has a report telling him I’m not resting, nor am I relaxing. I told him that I had plans to do just that thing very soon. Would you mind helping me with that, Grant?” She was walking toward him as she spoke. Her body was swaying and moving like liquid sex. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, so bad his body ached.

“I think I can be persuaded to help you with that. You should be naked for this to work, don’t you think? I mean, clothes can be so constricting.” His voice felt thick, his body heavy with need for her. When she was a foot from him, she stopped.

“Yes, naked is good. So long as you are as well. I was actually thinking we should maybe be that way together. We want to make sure we are both are very relaxed,” she purred at him.

“If I touch you right now, we are going to make love right here in the yard.

Not that the thought of you beneath me as quickly as possible isn’t a wonderful idea, but I have a whole case of condoms and a nice, firm bed in the house just screaming for us to break in.”

She looked at him and he felt burnt. Her gaze was sultry and heated. He lifted his hand to touch her face, to bring her closer for a kiss, and she stepped back quickly.

“House, Grant. Now, or the neighbors are going to get the show of a lifetime.

I’ll pull your cock free and lick you until you come right here.”

“Christ,” he hissed before turning around and nearly running to the porch.

He fumbled with his keys once when she walked up behind him and pressed her body to his back.

“Hurry,” she whispered, and he finally got the key in the lock. After two tries, he got the door open, yanked her inside, and slammed the door.

Pressing the lock to secure the door, he pushed her against the wall and lifted her around his hips. His mouth was on hers within seconds after crossing the threshold. Need ripped through him and he wondered how he had made it through the day beside her without wanting her this bad.

He had to have her, be inside of her soon. Without thought of anything other than touching her, he spread his hands along her ribs and then up under her breasts. Her hiss of pain brought him back to his senses.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Christ, I’m such an ass. Let...let’s stop and I’ll...I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but I’ll take you home.” O’Malley stepped away from him and walked to the staircase. As she went, her jacket dropped to the floor. She never turned around, but continued to walk up the stairs. “I’m tender there, but not too bad. You’ll just have to be careful when you touch me. I’m not a delicate flower, you know.” Three steps up, her pants slid down her legs and his breath caught in his throat. He watched mesmerized as she leaned against the banister and slipped off her shoes and socks. She put her ankle weapon in her hand.

Taking four more steps, she turned to look at him finally. She stood there in her silk blouse and shoulder holster, a small dark triangle of silk, and nothing more. He swallowed twice before he could get his mouth to work.

“We’ll need to find me a place to put these that’s close. But if you continue to stand there and drool, I may have to find your bedroom by myself. Are you going to join me, Grant?”

He ripped open his shirt, buttons scattering everywhere, as she stepped up another step. He stripped his belt from his pants and dropped it on the floor next to her jacket. By the time he was one step below her, his shoes were off and his pants were undone.

“The guns, we can slip them under the towels in my bathroom. O’Malley, I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m not sure how long I’m going to last once I have you beneath me. My cock aches to be buried deep inside of you.”

“I’m so close to coming, Grant, that I’m not sure you’ll get inside of me before I explode. I want you; all this foreplay over the past week has made me too close.”

Lifting her up by her ass, she wrapped her legs around him as he gripped her tightly to him. Walking up the stairs with her nipping at his neck was difficult, but well worth it. Taking a left at the top of the stairs, he went to the only door on that end of the house and opened it.

~CHAPTER 11~

Cait only got a blurred look at the bedroom. It was dark and large was the first impression she got. The second was the bed. It was huge, just like the furniture.

All the furniture was old but well maintained. The bed itself was massive in size both in height and width. It had four posts that looked to have been carved from four-by-fours and cut from solid oak. She knew that the mattress had to have been special made as it looked to be eight-foot-by-eight and as thick as eighteen inches. The soft coverlet beneath her was the softest material she had ever felt.

Cait reached under Spencer’s ruined shirt and gripped his shoulders. They were as wide and strong as she had hoped they would be. When her fingers brushed across his nipple, she brought her hand back to rub the light brown circle again and again. Leaning forward, she nipped at the peaked tip and felt his moan move up his chest. Spencer laced his fingers into her hair and dragged her mouth back up to his.

Spencer had the most talented tongue, and it was hot against hers. The way he curved his around hers had her grabbing his shoulders again so that she could ride up and down him using her legs for leverage. She was close to orgasm and they were both still partially dressed.

Cait reached under her arm and with years of practice, undid the closure on her holster and let the entire thing slide off her back. Spencer took it from her and laid it gently on the floor without breaking his mouth from hers. The ankle holster and weapon then lay on top of it.

The shirt she had on was no match for them as Spencer ripped it from neck to hem. It was soon going to be a part of the growing rag pile along with his shirt. Fleetingly, she thought about all the clothes spread out from the front door to this room and started to giggle when he covered her breast with his mouth, nipping at her though her bra. By the time he was crawling to the top of the bed with her wrapped around him, she was clad only in her panties and lacy bra and him in his pants.

He settled between her legs and looked down at her. They were both breathing hard. She knew that he was nervous about her wounds. Frankly, so was she, though not in the same way. She was afraid of what he might think when he saw them. He was probably worried about hurting her.

When he opened the closure in the front of her bra, her right breast was exposed and tight and her left was completely covered in a bandage. She wanted to roll over and hide, but she also wanted to see what he thought. Closing her eyes, she spoke to him. “They told me to take this off...to...to check on it daily and to expose it to the warm air. But I can’t...I’ve not been able...Spencer, tell me what you’re thinking.”

He didn’t say anything. Finally, after several moments, she couldn’t take it anymore and turned to look at him. He was looking at her and not the bandage.

“Let me help you, love.” Slowly, he began to peel the tape away. It had been working its way loose for a couple of hours now, probably from the heat of her body and sweat. She turned her head away when she felt the last part of the tape leave her skin.

Spencer gently lifted the heavy padding away. The cool air touched her exposed skin and her nipple pebbled. She heard him hiss and his arms tightened around her. She turned to look up at him.

“I didn’t realize where they...Damon said that you’d been shot in the chest, but he didn’t say...it was close, wasn’t it?” His voice was soft, but she could still hear the emotion there.

“Toby Cantel shot me over here first.” She indicated her right side. “My lung collapsed and I thought I was dying then. He came at me laughing with the other two cops with him because...I had a reputation for being invincible, which I think he started and I didn’t deserve. He thought it was funny that he’d gotten the better of me so quickly. I lifted my gun and when they got close enough, I shot. I shot the first one in the head, killing him instantly. The other cop drew, but I had him down before his gun could clear his holster. Toby thought he had me, you see, and they hadn’t expected me to be able to shoot back. Toby had his weapon out and he shot me once more in the chest as I pulled the trigger on my weapon.

I missed his head and shot him in the throat instead. As he went down to his knees, he shot again and so did I. His last shot hit me again and mine blew the back of his head off. I didn’t...I wasn’t sure who I could trust, so I called my uncle and he sent the cavalry.”

Spencer didn’t say anything and she expected him to...she didn’t know what.