18. The Dresser Drawer
Chapter 18
The Dresser Drawer
Maya
B ull and I cook in my little kitchen. Tacos and salad, quick and easy. When it’s almost done, I leave Bull to watch over the pan so I can get changed. By the time I’m back, he’s set the table and is talking on the phone.
“Yeah.” A pause. “I agree.” He looks up and sees me coming back into the room. “Maya’s back, and we’re going to have dinner. I think we’ll start there tomorrow.” He sighs. “I’m with you. I want them back too, but you know Falcon. We took this case on, and he’s not going to leave until Obi and Yakubu are safe.” I don’t know who these guys are, but if Storm is protecting them, they couldn’t be in better hands. “Right. I’ll be there early tomorrow.” Bull hangs up, still watching me intently, taking in all of me.
I’m wearing leggings and an oversized cream sweater with my hair up in a high ponytail, nothing special. “I want to be cozy,” I explain.
“I can’t make up my mind,” he says.
I tilt my head and bite my lower lip, then ask, “About what?”
“Whether I like sexy teacher, shy girl next door, or sleepy kitten more.”
“You have to love them all.” I move closer to hug him. “Because that’s all of me. Just like I love sexy caveman, protective commando, and sweet man who saves women in distress.”
“Babe—”
“I love you, Conall. I want you to know just how much you mean to me.”
He kisses me long and slowly. The kiss moves from soft to intense. His lips move over mine, his tongue darting and dueling with my own. The heat rises through me, and I cling to his shoulders to hold myself upright as my knees grow weak. This isn’t just any kiss. It’s a message. It’s Bull’s way of telling me he loves me too. When he lifts his head, he gazes into my eyes, the back of his fingers stroking the apple of my cheek.
His voice is low, barely above a whisper. “Love you, Maya.” And there it is, a simple man with a simple gesture, telling me how he feels, and everything is complete.
* * *
As the evening wears on, I tell Bull all about Josh’s visit and Calvin stepping up to finish his assignment. Then I explain what I saw in their files.
“I’m not sure what any of that means, but the fact that his attitude issues started around the same time as his return to school makes me wonder what happened to him. Is he having trouble at home? Could it be more serious and I’m just blaming his behavior on wanting attention? I’m just not sure.” I explain what I found in Calvin’s file and how the two boys come from very different social and economic backgrounds, and yet they’re as close as can be.
“I think your gut is right. Josh came to you for a reason. He may be trying to help his friend by betraying his confidence. Whatever secret the two are keeping, Josh is uncomfortable with it,” Bull says.
“What do I do?” I ask with a heavy sigh.
“Not sure there’s anything you can do until you know what the problem is. And even once you know, you may not have the means to do a damn thing about it. Well, except be there for them.” Bull’s right about that. Unless the boys are in danger, there’s not much I can do.
“What do you think it is?”
“Hard to tell. If it makes you feel better, I can ask Wire to do a search on the parents to see if something comes up.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
He chuckles. “Babe, I’m part owner in Storm, and the guys will do it because if something’s up, they’re going to want to help the kid.”
I would feel so much better if I knew what I was dealing with. I can’t get Josh’s facial expression out of my mind. He was worried about Calvin. I’m positive if Calvin hadn’t come in just then, Joah would have shared his fears.
“I’d like that. I just know there’s more to this.” I change gears and ask about his day.
“I think we’re finally getting close on this case. We’ve discovered a break-in that leads to other questions, but in the end, the answers to those questions may give us the person responsible for President Obi’s best friend’s death. I think we’ve hit on something. Falcon and Rebel are following up on a lead with the local police. We want this done, and we want Falcon and Rebel back where they belong,” he explains.
He loves these men. These are his brothers. Not of blood, but of the heart. I’ve only met the guys briefly, but I can see they’re pretty awesome. And all pretty hot. Not as handsome as my Bull, but still hot.
“When they come back, we should have dinner together. I’d like to get to know your family better.”
He reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. He then goes on to update me on what’s happening with Gertie’s carpet and that Kailyn has it all worked out with Jordan.
After dinner, Bull goes back down to his truck to grab his overnight bag. I smile because that means he’s spending the night. I wait for him to go downstairs before I go into my bedroom. It’s not a huge space, and I kept the furniture to a minimum, with only one tall dresser that’s packed with clothes. I take out the sweaters in my top drawer, leaving it empty for Bull.
Bull comes into the bedroom and drops his black bag on the floor and sees what I’m doing. “You moving?” he asks with a grin.
“You shouldn’t have to live out of a bag. It’s not much, but you can use this drawer for now. I’ll have to go through the closet to make room there, but that will have to wait for the weekend.”
His eyes grow dark, and he stares at me wordlessly. “Honey.”
I’m unable to say anything more because suddenly, I’m in his arms and being kissed passionately. He walks me backward to the edge of the bed, and I fall back. He follows me down, his hand moving under my sweater and yanking it off, leaving me bare from the waist up, since I never bothered with a bra after changing earlier.
His mouth closes over my nipple, his tongue licking and teasing me mercilessly. I arch my back and grab hold of the back of his head, squirming beneath him. He kneads and plays with its twin, leaving me gasping and moaning his name.
I claw at his shirt, unbuttoning it extremely clumsily. He helps by shrugging his shirt off, then tearing the leggings, along with my panties, down my legs and off. I let my lips and hands roam his bare chest, skimming along his abs and further down.
Bull is already undoing his belt and pulling off his jeans. I hate losing the heat of his body, even for a second, but I’m quickly appeased when he gives me a little shove, pushing me back against the soft pillows and partially covering me with his own body. His fingers glide from my ankle, up the length of my leg and outer thigh, causing a delicious tingle.
I move my hand lower and wrap it around his thick cock, feeling his velvet-soft skin under my touch. He grows harder as I stroke him lovingly. Bull lifts my hand off him and groans. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up, and I need this to last.”
“Please, let me play,” I beg. Fair is fair. I think it’s my turn to show Conall how much I love him. He rolls us both, so that he’s lying on his back and I’m straddling his hips, my core brushing over his cock. I bend over him and kiss the corner of his mouth, then slowly glide my mouth to his hard jaw, where I feel the rough stubble of his whiskers. I remember the way his beard feels on my skin and how much I love it.
I kiss his neck and shoulders and proceed farther down, over his pecs. Bull does a little exploring of his own, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing and pulling gently on my nipples. My body reacts immediately. I grow wet between my thighs. An ache begins. Soon, touching Bull isn’t enough. I need more.
Bull knows what I need, though. He wraps a hand in my blonde locks. “Ride me, baby,” he says, his voice rough and raw. He grips my hips and settles me above him. “Go ahead, my sexy kitten. Guide me into that slick, tight pussy.”
I hold him at my entrance and lower myself, taking the tip of him inside. He tightens his grip on my waist. “Slow, Maya. I like it that way.” His sexy command is enough to make me come, but I do as he asks. I take him inside, inch by inch. My heart races, and my pussy flutters around his thick member. I close my eyes, throw back my head, and enjoy the way he feels. I lift myself and come back down, continuing at the leisurely pace Bull’s requested. When he guides me faster, I contract my muscles and squeeze him tighter.
He emits a feral growl, and suddenly, I’m no longer in control. Bull bands his arm tightly around my waist and guides me hard and fast over his cock. I brace on the headboard, moaning his name as my orgasm tears through me. The tremors run through me, my hair whipping forward like a cloak enfolding us. I put my mouth on his fiercely. It’s a desperate and needy kiss, all teeth and tongue. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I know I’ll be wearing bruises where his fingers are gripping my waist.
Bull tears his mouth from mine and buries his head in my neck and grunts and moans. He’s seated deep inside me when I feel his cock throbbing. I lie on his chest, catching my breath and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he does the same.
“Thanks for the drawer, baby,” he whispers huskily in my ear. I smile and kiss his shoulder. I’ll give him the entire dresser if it makes him this happy.