Is that what I want? After how fast this escalated, would they even believe that I’m… What the fuck? Am I really serious about them? How can I fall so fast? And am I fooling myself to think that they did too?
Blake’s hand moves up and down my arm. “You okay?”
Shaking off my confusion, I stick with something light. “I can’t be anywhere near you on No Panties Day.”
Blake’s hand stills. “No panties day?”
“It’s Friday. I’m planning a parade, but as soaked as I am, I need to keep them on when you two are around.”
Lennox gets a decidedly concerned look. “Maybe you should cancel your parade.”
Chapter 10
Lennox
These unproductive stakeouts are wearing me thin. I peel a clementine and am immediately reminded of Cecilia’s citrusy scent. It’s tangled in my mind with the sweet scent of her pussy. I stare at the fruit in my hand. Both juicy too.
My mouth waters for so much more than the late-night snack I chose.
The only good thing is that with absolutely nothing happening on the entire street, my mind can replay the feeling of my hand on hers as she came.
And the look on her face when I belted her wrists together. My cock thickens. My hand drifts to the handcuffs that are on mybelt. Would she go for that? Should I grab something more fun, a padded set?
The memory shifts into fantasy as I recall her bending over, taking shots of cum to the face, only in this version, she laps at my tip, sucks it, draws every last bit into her mouth.
So fucking wrong! Am I sabotaging any chance for a relationship with Henry? Fucking his ex would be a sure-fire way to avoid dealing with the fact that he doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Henry’s responses are as dead as the storefront we’re watching. Blake might be right. Developing a relationship with my son might take time. Should I back off and do something less obtrusive like send him a birthday card?
Does Hallmark make a card for someone who doesn’t want to hear from you?
I set the clementine on the dash. I feel guilty eating it.
One way or another, I’ll keep trying. The world’s too hard to go through it alone. Growing up, I would have never admitted to needing guidance or someone to fall back on, but in retrospect, the safety net was welcomed.
I’ll be there for him in case he ever changes his mind.
“You gonna eat that?” Blake points at the clementine.
“I hate to admit it, but it reminds me too much of… her.”
Blake chuckles. “You noticed that too?”
I shouldn’t have said anything. Nothing’s going right. My frustration gets the best of me. “The intel has to be bad. Suppose they know we’re onto them?”
“The informant has a good track record,” Blake assures me.
“And yet…” I motion to the storefront.
“There will be a drop tonight. Don’t get so antsy. Want to text—”
“Fancy seeing you here.” Cecilia is knocking on my window.
How the fuck did she sneak up on us?
I glance at Blake who’s equally shocked. We both survey the cab of the truck, noting that we don’t have anything incriminating out. The surveillance camera looks like a cell phone. Blake slides it under his thigh.
More knocks.
