CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was late when the men returned, the rain coming down even harder than before.
“I’ll go fill Ham and the others in,” said Razor. “You guys get some rest.”
The three men nodded, leaving Razor to tell the team leaders what happened. No doubt they’d receive a nasty-gram from the bureau tomorrow. Tonight, they could care less.
Iggy started toward his own cottage and then changed his mind. He needed to see Olive. He needed to hold her, love her. He also needed to tell her what happened.
He wasn’t surprised when he rounded the path to see her on the front porch, rocking on the swing as if she were waiting just for him.
“You’re up late,” he said attempting a smile.
“Yes. I was waiting for you. One thing I’ve learned recently, it pays to listen in on ops through the comms systems.” Iggy stared at her and then nodded, letting out a long breath.
“You heard it all?” he asked.
“Every last word. You and I both know that it was Neela that killed Bunny. She wouldn’t tolerate someone going against her like that. I feel bad for the woman but I also know there is no way she spent almost twenty years there and didn’t participate in some of the illegal activity.”
Iggy sat beside her on the swing, pulling her against his side. He nodded, letting out a long, slow breath.
“I think she loved her and hated her at the same time. She said as much. I can’t imagine what that feels like,” he said kissing her temple.
“I can,” she whispered. He stared down at her. “I hate her for what she’s doing, what she’s done. But I also have to feel some sort of love for a teenager keeping a baby, even though I know it wasn’t out of love.”
“You’re a better human than I am,” said Iggy. “I still can’t forgive my parents for what they did.”
“But you don’t really know what they did other than leave you,” she said softly. “They could have been kids who had no way to provide for you. Or maybe your mother was a single mother with no support. Or, it could have been a married couple that their lives were just a mess.”
“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully.
“I had time today to speak to a lot of different people. Sly was left at an orphanage because his mother had cancer and they couldn’t afford anything any longer, including milk for him.
Trevor’s parents left him at a fire station because his father was killed while serving overseas and his mother was feeling helpless. ”
“You did talk to a lot of people, didn’t you?” he smirked.
“They’re all wonderful people,” she said nuzzling closer. “I’ve known them since I was a kid but didn’t speak to them really as an adult. You know what I mean?”
“I know,” he nodded. “Well, it’s getting late.”
“It is. You should stay here,” she said softly. Iggy looked down at her hoping to see seriousness in her expression.
“If I stay, Olive, I don’t leave. Ever.”
“I know,” she said standing and taking his hand. “I took the liberty of moving your things in this afternoon. Jethro helped me.”
“Remind me to thank Jethro,” he laughed.
“Why do you think I’ve been waiting up? While I had some adult conversations today, I took some time to peruse Charlie’s lingerie selections.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Olive,” he said in a throaty, sexy growl. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, swallowing the saliva building in his mouth.
“Come and see for yourself,” she laughed. “What’s your favorite color?”
“I guess black. I’m a dude. If it’s not black, brown, or tan I’m probably not wearing it.”
“Have a seat,” she said shutting the door as he took a seat on the sofa. Her cottage was smaller than his, with a loft space for sleeping but he loved it. It was cozy, smelled like pumpkin candles, and her.
Iggy rubbed his palms over his thick thighs, wondering how in the hell he could get so nervous about a woman. He’d been with women before. So why was he nervous?
“Because she matters,” he whispered to himself.
“I’m glad I matter,” said Olive standing at the bottom of the steps to the loft. She was wearing a black lace teddy and thong, the sky-high black heels making her legs look a mile long. Her hair was pulled on top of her head, long strands dangling around her face. She was sex on a stick.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. I bought it in six colors. Just in case.” He stood and walked toward her, lifting her in his arms.
“Baby, you could wear a burlap sack and I’d find you sexy. I appreciate this, but you damn sure don’t need it to turn me on.”
“Then take me upstairs handsome. I’d like to see you in less than what you’re wearing.”
“Happily.”
Iggy didn’t rush. He casually removed his boots, then his t-shirt and jeans. She could see the outline of his very stiff, very thick cock and immediately felt herself get wet.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she reached out and touched the scars on his chest. Some were long and jagged, others like fine straight line. There were two starburst and she knew those were bullet wounds.
“Do they still hurt?” she whispered.
“Not much. Sometimes, like now, with the rain,” he said kissing down her neck. “You keep touching them and I won’t give a shit.”
She let out a soft laugh and pulled him back toward the bed with her. His big body covered her own. He ripped the lace from her body, tossing it aside.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled.
The way Iggy explored her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He was soft and gentle one minute, then commanding and rough the next. She’d never known that a man’s tongue could be more erotic than his penis. And this man knew how to use his tongue.
“Oh! Iggy!” she yelled. He looked up from between her legs and smiled, licking his lips.
“Now you’re ready,” he grinned. Touching the tip of is cock to her entrance he gently pushed forward, knowing she would need to be stretched for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then let them rise up his back, higher and higher.
Every inch gave him the freedom to shove another inch inside her. When he was fully seated, hips thrusting forward, she moaned with excitement, pain, and euphoria. It was a tremendously confusing combination of emotions but she wasn’t about to move.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he suddenly said breathlessly.
“I’m on the pill,” she gasped as he drove deeper.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned. Speeding up, he slammed in and out of her, his balls slapping against her wetness. When he spilled inside, she screamed with her second orgasm of the night.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and the joy of one another. He pulled her to her feet and she whined.
“No. No, I’m too tired,” she smirked. “I don’t want to move.”
“Shower,” he laughed. “Let me get you cleaned up and we’ll talk about doing this all over again.”
“Iggy?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asked turning on the shower.
“I love you.” He smiled down at her, taking her with him into the shower.
“I know. I love you, too.”