“As far back as I can remember, anytime my dad would look me directly in the eye while he imparted one of his tidbits of wisdom, or when he would patiently teach me how to do something, or when he would say ‘I love you, son,’ Iknewdeep in my soul that he was my father.” Never once had Boone felt less-than just because he wasn’t their biological child.
“He sounds like a great man, and he raised a phenomenal son.” She lowered her feet and glided through the water to sit next to him. “What’s your mom like?”
“Mom? She’s incredible. Every night when I was little, she would sit next to me on my bed and read a book before I went to sleep. She was strict and believed in discipline—they both did—but she was quick to hug afterward. And she was happiest when dad and I would ride with her. She would grumble every time she had to sweep my bangs out of my eyes because my hair was too long for her liking.” Boone chuckled at the fond memory. “Oh, and every time she had to bandage a wound I got, usually doing something stupid, she would just shake her head and mumble an exasperated, ‘Boys.’”
Never, in all of those years, had he ever imagined anyone but them as his mom and dad.
“They sound amazing.” She smoothed her hand back and forth over the surface of the water. “I would love to meet them someday.”
“I’d love that, too.” And they were going to love Luna.
He started formulating a plan for taking her there for his mom’s birthday. But first, he had to take down Udall and put his ass back in prison where he belonged.
“Hearing you speak so fondly of them makes me wonder why you decided to look for your biological parents.” He appreciated that she didn’t refer to them as hisrealparents, recognizing that Clay and Evelyn Langstonwerehis real parents.
“Curiosity was a big part of it, but what finally had me pulling the trigger was a guy I served with. He was adopted, too, and decided to do one of those home DNA tests. He found out his biological father had Huntington’s Disease—a progressive brain disorder—and that it was pretty much guaranteed he would develop the disease, too. He was devastated because he’dalways dreamed about having a bunch of kids of his own.” It was all he’d ever talked about. “Sadly, he learned the gene would be passed down to any biological children he had.”
“That must have been so difficult for him to hear, after wanting children so badly,” Luna said.
“It destroyed him.” He told her how his teammate’s wife tried desperately to convince him they could adopt. After all, he was adopted. “The disappointment of not being able to give his wife children of their own, and hating that she would end up taking care of him as he slowly deteriorated, was too much for him to handle. He wasn’t willing to put her through that, so he left her and had her served with divorce papers. He knew she would never leave him voluntarily, so he made that decision for her.”
He'd been one of those real proud, macho types who’d always felt it was his job to take care of her, not the other way around.
“Oh my gosh, that’s awful,” Luna said.
“Yeah, she had a rough time of it, but she’s strong.” Last Boone heard, she was dating a lawyer who worked for the firm who represented her during her divorce.
“Please tell me you didn’t discover anything like that in your family history.” She shifted to face him with a worried look.
“Nope, the only thing I discovered was a sister.” And for that, he was extremely lucky. “And that led me to OSI, and to you being here in my hot tub, tempting me in that bikini.”
Boone was surprised when she climbed onto his lap to face him and settled a knee on either side of his hips. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, leaned in, and kissed the absolute, ever-loving shit out of him.
He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her against his crotch, letting her feel his erection. His tongue dove between her lips and slid over her tongue. Kissing Luna felt like home.
She matched him stroke for stroke and rubbed herself up and down against his dick. Her head fell back, and her hands dropped to his shoulders. He welcomed the sting of her nails nipping into his flesh as she tightened her hold, almost as if worried she might fly away.
He whispered against her wet neck, “I’ve got you,” and wrapped his arms around her.
Boone would always have her.
Eyes tightly shut, she sucked in breaths and continued to rub against him. He reached between them, found her clitoris, and pressed against it over her suit. She yanked her mouth from his with a gasp. Her breasts heaved up and down with each stroke of his finger until she pressed her forehead to his.
Boone slid aside the scrap of fabric covering her breast, lifted her above the water, and clamped his mouth over her nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered and arched her back, letting him take her in. His finger found its way beneath the fabric of her suit bottom, where he continued the relentless up-and-down strokes to her folds.
“I … what—” She sounded a little scared, almost confused, but mostly, she sounded like a woman on the precipice of a powerful orgasm.
He placed a last soft kiss to her nipple, lifted his head, and whispered, “It’s okay, baby, let go.” He lightly pinched her clit.
Luna’s breath halted, her mouth gaped, and she cried out his name as her orgasm slammed through her. “Boone!”
Watching her ride out her orgasm was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever witnessed. Fucking hell, a powerful surge of satisfaction plowed through him, knowing he’d done that for her. If she was this responsive to his finger against her clit, he couldn’t fucking wait until he was buried inside her.
“Oh my gosh.” Her head dropped to his shoulder, and her body collapsed against him as her orgasm finally subsided. “That was … it wassomuch better than I imagined it would be.”
“Well, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed the side of her neck and slid his hand down her ponytail to where it floated atop the water.
“Boone.” She lifted her head and kissed him. “I … I want—”
