“My family is in Florida, but when I left the Army and went home, it didn’t feel the same. I was in my head and a different man than the one who existed before the Army. Your brother called. Suggested I come here to visit. I did. And stayed. But that night, I don’t know.” I shrug. “I was just feeling a little…”
“Lost?”
“Yeah. Lost.” I clear my throat. “Lost and alone. I needed a sign to prove to me I was in the right place. I shit you not, a couple minutes later, Reed calls, asking for help, and when I hung up, I laughed because maybe it wasn’t the sign I wanted, but it made me feel needed. But that morning when I knocked on your door, you opened your front door looking like an angel.”
“I’m pretty sure I was a sweaty mess, Jacob,” she playfully argues. I grin at her. I can’t help it. I’m so damn happy and content with my girl on my lap. But still, I can’t let her talk badly about herself.
“A beautiful, sweaty angel, nonetheless.” I wink, and she laughs, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you for telling me.”
“You’re welcome.” I kiss her temple. She looks up at me. Jesus, every time my eyes connect with those big blue sapphires, it feels like a first.
“You wanna watch a movie or—" Again, I can’t finish the sentence, this time because her fingers press against my lips.
“Or,” she whispers before leaning forward and kissing me. Her initiating a kiss brings something inside of me to life. We get lost in the moment as our tongues duel and dance while my hands explore her back. When Eden shifts her body and straddles me, I have a feeling the storm rolling in is a godsend. I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
“Morning,” she whispers with a smile on her face, and I roll over to cover her body with mine. We’re naked and warm under the mountain of blankets I made sure to toss over us after the power went out.
“Morning,” I sleepily drawl and drop my lips to meet hers. She kisses me without hesitation, and my body starts to get hard. Or harder from the morning wood I feel finding its way between her legs.
She spreads her thighs for me, to adjust for the size of my body, and I smile against her lips. “You’re already wet for me.”
“That’s your fault, Daddy,” she whispers like a naughty girl.
“Yeah?” I raise a brow, and she giggles. We have been insatiable all night. Shit, my dick is a little sore from how many times I’ve had her in as many positions as she was willing to try. And fuck me, my girl is freaking flexible.
“Oh yeah,” she sighs, resting her foot just over the small of my back. My tip is at her entrance when my phone starts to go off.
“Ignore it,” I murmur. Her giggle turns into a moan when I push into her wetness inch by inch. Halfway in, my house phone rings, and I groan.
“Shit.”
“Ignore it,” she pants.
I want to. Fuck, do I ever, but no one uses the landline. I tell her this, and she pouts adorably. “Fine.” She lets me roll over, and I answer the phone, not bothering to hide the fact I’m outta breath.
“Hello?”
“You better sound like that because your ass is working out.” Shit! I try not to wince since I can feel Coutney watching me.
“Reed—"
“Shit,” he hisses. “Please tell me my sister is not at your place.”
“How did?—"
“Damn it! She’s there.” He isn’t asking but confirming it.
“Reed—"
“Her car is still at the salon. The sheriff called me to ask if I’ve heard from her because there is no one at the salon and the streets still need to get plowed.”
“She’s safe,” I confirm, and my best friend, a man I view as a brother, stays quiet. The silence kills me, and I sit up. My eyes find hers, and I know exactly what I need to do.
“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” I start to say and don’t miss the way her eyes widen as her hand comes up to rest on my chest.
“Find out what, Jacob?” he grits, obviously pissed.
