Lynnette reached back until she found his skin, not caring which part of him it was that her fingers latched on to. Her head was tilted back from his grip on her hair, throat exposed, and she could feel her breasts bouncing every time he surged up into her. She was breathing hard, barely able to speak, but she panted his name anyway.
He made a grunting sound and the arm around her middle shifted, angling down, until his fingers made contact with her clit. Two fingers, moving in synch with his surging cock, and his mouth back at her ear. “Be my good girl and come with me now. And make sure you take every drop into that sweet pussy.”
She tried to respond, but all that came out was a loud panting sound.
He rubbed firmly as he filled her, his cock pulsing inside as it swelled and kicked in release. And she shattered.
Lance let out a loud, almost agonized groan, his hips rocking with hers for several more seconds. He released his grip of her hair and dropped his head to her shoulder, holding her tight.
Lynnette processed about half of it, too lost in her own world-altering bliss. Before it had been fire and light. This time it was like being the heart of the explosion, losing all sense of gravity, only to suddenly find herself anchored and whole. Utterly boneless, but whole.
She dragged one arm to rest over the top of one of his, locked around her belly. “I think … I’m dead.”
Lance snort-laughed and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Need me to finger you back to life?”
If she could manage it, she’d have glared at him. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
The breath he exhaled still sounded like laughter, but he said, “How about we clean up before we crash?”
Cleaning up and crashing both sounded pretty good. Better if Lance was going to stay. Lynnette nodded and was only mildly startled when he lifted her off his softening cock, swung her into his arms like some kind of princess, and turned toward the bathroom he had no business having identified already. She laid her head on his shoulder and her fingers played with the simple chain of his identification tags. “Will you be here when I wake up?” She didn’t know why she suddenly felt vulnerable.
But she wasn’t naïve enough not to know that things were often said in the throes of passion, just as they were in anger, that weren’t meant. She couldn’t assume he had meant … all of that.
Lance gave her a squeeze and elbowed on the bathroom light before setting her onto the cool vanity counter. He crowded her then, leaning in and bracing his hands on the counter’s edge and the sink’s edge respectively. His stare never wavered from hers. “Lynnette Garver, I know this might be hard to believe, but I am all-in. I’m yours. You’re mine. We’ll figure out the details as we go, I’ll try to be patient, but that’s how it is. I’m sure you have questions, and I’ll answer ‘em, but the answers might sometimes make it weirder. Right now, yes, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He kissed her nose, her forehead, then straightened and turned to start the shower.
Lynnette took a deep breath, her eyes greedily roving over the backside of his figure. Silly tattoo aside, he looked like a meal from every angle and it was a heady thing to think that man had decided to dedicate himself to her.
But he was right. She did have questions about that.
Lance stepped up to her again and curled a finger under her chin, capturing her attention. “Right now, we need to prioritize our conversations. Which means you need to know that tomorrow we’re going over to Jenna’s—I’ll follow you in my car—and we’re rearranging the car situation. There’s no need for Jenna not to have hers when you can be using mine ‘til I’m back. But while we’re gone, the two of you need to be extra vigilant.”
Lynnette frowned, entirely thrown by his words. “I don’t at all follow what you’re saying.”
He dipped his chin in acknowledgment and lifted her from the counter as steam began to fill the room. He carried her to the shower that was just barely large enough for the two of them, adjusted the water slightly, and pulled her in with him.
The water felt wonderful on her skin and Lynnette couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering closed for a second. Hot showers were one of her favorite things, and she never got enough of them.
Lance seemed to notice her distraction, so he motioned her more under the spray and squirted some of her bodywash into his palm. It wasn’t until he dropped down, to start on her legs, that Lynnette’s brain kicked in and she realized his damn bandage was getting soaked.
“Lance! Your leg!” She’d been a terrible nurse. He should be keeping that dry, he shouldn’t have been doing probablyanyof the things she knew and suspected he’d done, and she hadn’t once scolded him. Well, not since they’d initially met up.
He chuckled. “I’ll get to that, sweetheart, be patient.”
“You’re supposed to keep it dry.”
He worked his fingers into her skin as he lathered her up and it was hard to stay angry. The man could make a killing as a masseuse, aside from the fact that she mightstartkilling if he tried.
“You’ve heard about the cartel problem?”
His question jarred her from her comfortable, hazy state of appreciation and Lynnette frowned. “Jenna told me a little.” She doubted Jen had told her the whole thing, but she also suspected Jen had felt obligated, since it turned out those assholes who’d attacked them were part of it. ‘It’ being some apparently big-time Mexican cartel that had slinked its way up to Oregon and was causing trouble.
Lance switched legs as he talked. “The Parkers were up to their necks with ‘em,” he said. “We don’t know for sure how much of the department was corrupt. There’s one deputy right now Jon’s decided to give a little rope, but the rest have been too comfy with the bullshit to be clean.”
Lynnette’s eyes bulged. “Wait, you mean theSheriff’s Departmentwas involved with a Mexican cartel?”
“Yup.” Lance kissed her thigh, then reloaded on soap and started with her abdomen. “The cartel’s behind thedisappearances of all the women in the area lately. Like Jenna’s employee, the one who was rescued.”
Dread twisted Lynnette’s stomach as he spoke. Jen had been so distraught over that. And the fact that Jen had been taken to where Steph was being held had definitely raised some questions. But that was the same day Sheriff Parker had tried to kill her and Lance, so everything had been a little too crazy.
