I frowned. “I don’t know yet. It’s probably nothin’, but ‘tis strange that someone would take it. People steal the silliest things.” I stepped close to him. “I’ll run it by my team when I head into the office in the mornin’, but no worryin’ about it, okay.”
He nodded. “I still don’t think I should stay here and impose upon you, Patsy. It doesn’t feel right.”
I shook my head. “Stubborn man.” I gave him an encouraging smile. “Please, stay, Wes. You’ll be no bother, I swear.”
He hesitated, watching me closely. “Okay, fine then…but I’ll only stay if you let me pay you some rent when I get paid. It’s the least I can do.” He finished the last bit in a rush of words.
I shook my head. “Yer in need of a hand, Wes. My mam would skin me alive if I didn’t offer ya what I could?”
“Yes, but—”
“Would ya be askin’ for money from someone when they’re down on their luck?” When he opened his mouth to respond, I stopped him. “And before ya say anythin’ about luck, don’t forget I’m Irish. We know a wee bit about luck.” I glanced up at him, doing my best not to stare at his pouty lips, forcing myself to focus on his oddly colored eyes.
When he smiled, I knew I had him. “All right,” he said. He reached out and circled my neck with a big hand, before pulling me up against his naked chest, and wrapping his long arms around me. I hugged him right back. “Thank you, Patsy,” he whispered against the side of my head. “Somehow, I will make it up to you.”
The warmth of his body and purely masculine scent underneath my favorite bodywash was almost too much. I felt my body reacting as I leaned against him, loving how much larger he was, just enjoying the feeling of the hug. I didn’t pull away for several seconds, but reluctantly let my hands drop and stepped back, instantly missing the heat from his body.
“Good then. I’ll let ya change while I jump in the shower and try not to bother ya in the mornin’ when I leave. Feel free to hang out in the apartment, but if ya want to go somewhere, I’ll leave my spare key on the kitchen table. There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Feel free to help yerself.” I smiled at him, pointing a finger at his wide chest. “Promise me you’ll take yer antibiotics and pain pills, okay.”
He nodded. “I promise. Thank you, Patsy. I don’t know what I would have done without your help. Chances are, I would have gone to the hospital and then had to deal with the police once hospital personnel reported the gunshot wound.”
“Ya did the right thing by agreein’ to be seen today,” I told him. He nodded and I grabbed some clothes along with sleepingshorts, a T-shirt, and my boots from my wardrobe. I looked at him once more. “Well…good night, Wes.”
He smiled. “Good night, Patsy.”
I walked into the bathroom a few seconds later. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of it, but the very idea of the sexy bear climbing into my bed wearing almost nothing, had me getting hard. As soon as I’d stepped into the shower, I fantasized about stripping Wes out of his clothes and dropping to my knees in front of him. I pictured his cock, knowing he was a well-built man since I’d seen the outline of it beneath the towel. It wasn’t easy to hide a python like that under a single layer of fabric.
I squeezed shower gel into my hand and stroked myself, remembering how warm and sexy his big body felt when he’d hugged me. Sliding my hand around over my bum, and in between my cheeks, I fingered my hole, slipping a lubed finger inside as I stroked harder. The moment I sucked fantasy Wes’ cock into my mouth, rolling his large balls in my fist as I found my prostate, my climax barreled in on me.
Seconds later, I was biting my lower lip to stop myself from crying out and came hard against the wall. I gasped, trying my best to be quiet as I emptied my balls, only sorry it wasn’t happening as the big bear poured thick spunk down my throat. I rested my forehead against the cool tile, sucking in huge gulps of air as I trembled all over. That had to be the most intense orgasm I’d had in months, maybe even…ever.Feck me!
When I came out of the shower half an hour later, the bedroom was dark. I glanced at the large lump in the bed, heard Wes’ soft snores, and wished I could climb in behind him where I could cuddle up to his heat. Instead, I silently let myself out of the bedroom to chase my own dreams while trying my best to sleep on the couch.
Wes was still asleep when I woke up and let myself into the bedroom, cursing having chosen an apartment with an en suite bathroom. When my team came over for poker or cards night, they mentioned the odd set up for an American bathroom but mostly, I spent more time at Napoleon’s or Rex’s place, and it was no bother.
Fortunately, Wes was still asleep when I did the necessary in the bathroom. I made quick work of it, dressed in the lounge, checked my messages, and headed off to the office. Candy had called in the entire team for an early morning briefing in a late-night text. But I took my time, deliberately arriving right before it started so the guys wouldn’t grill me about the corner shop robbery, or the reason for being away yesterday.
Though my meetings and rehab were old news to the men on my team, I didn’t like talking about my recovery with them. They were aware I had a sponsor and did tons of 10-step work but allowed me to keep my personal life private. I didn’t date often and hadn’t ever been in a relationship with anyone long term. But I didn’t talk about the status of my love life—or lack thereof—either. I didn’t think it was anyone’s business. Napoleon, was the only one who’d met Wes, and my best mate wasn’t a gossipy old woman.
When I walked into the briefing room, the others were milling about, holding cups of coffee. They all said hello with smiles as we took our seats. Napoleon slapped me on the shoulder and gave me a little nod as he took the chair beside mine. “How’s Weston doing?”
“Long story,” I whispered under my breath. “He’s grand now.” I glanced at Candy, noting how he was looking in our direction. “Tell ya about it after.”
“Everything good, Patsy?” the captain asked.
I sat up straighter in my chair. “Aye, boss. Good as gold. Thanks for givin’ me the time off yesterday.”
“No problem. See me after the briefing.”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded then glanced around the room. “Let’s get right to it then,” he said, returning to the business at hand. “You all know Lincoln Snow. He and his team have asked us to map out a plan to take down a bank robbery ring they’ve been hunting for some time which is why I asked you here so early.”
“It’s happening today?” Hampstead asked.
Before Candy could answer, the door opened and Lincoln walked in followed by Max Prince and his partner, Dr. Leo Reeves, the team profiler. Max and Leo had married two years ago and were by all accounts, very happy. The announcement had given me hope for the future since Max and Leo had almost lost one another when Leo became the target of a vicious serial killer.
“Good morning,” Snow said, walking over to Candy and shaking his hand. He turned and smiled at the rest of us. “I know it’s early, so I just wanted to thank you all for coming in. You all know SA Prince and Dr. Reeves.” At our nods, he went on. “We need your help, gentlemen.” He nodded at Prince who held a stack of papers. The long, tall drink of water walked around the room distributing them. He could put his shoes under my bed any night. If he was single. Which he wasn’t. And why was I blethering away to myself about a relationship of any kind.
