Chapter 18 Lennon
EIGHTEEN
LENNON
Before I know it, the two of us are locked in an embrace together, and I’ve got my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His mouth is moving against mine like it owes him rent and I’m two months behind. There’s a crash as he pushes my papers off the desk and lifts me up onto it.
His rough hands push my shirt up and over my head, and then he bends me back against his arms. Ripping his mouth from mine, he trails it down my chest until it gets to the top of my bra. With his nose, he pushes the material out of the way and then closes his mouth over my nipple.
“Oh fuckkk,” I groan out, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me as I push my flesh into him. “Please, Carson. I haven’t had a good make-out session in a while. Please make this count.”
The deep rumble in his throat reverberates against my tight skin, and I feel an answering clench between my thighs. He bites down, then swirls his tongue around the nub before releasing it with a loud noise. “You like this?”
“Yes, I do. God, I need to come.” I roll my lips together. “I’ve been so stressed. Can you help me with this, Carson?”
“Can I help you with it? Yeah, I can take care of that for you, beautiful.” He reaches down, his hands slipping in between the lounge pants I’m wearing and the waistband of my underwear. “Are you wet for me, Len?”
I am so wet for this man, but I don’t have a chance to tell him before he dips the blunt ends of his fingers into my pussy. “Oh yes,” I hiss.
“Goddamn, you are soaked. Want me to take care of this for you?”
I nod, my hair bouncing up and down with the motion. That’s when he extends two fingers and eases them in between the folds of my pussy. It’s exactly what I need. Spreading my legs further apart, I make room for him and close my eyes, letting him fuck me with those long fingers of his.
It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time when I feel myself tightening.
“Yes, Lennon, that’s it,” he encourages. “Come for me.”
I’m so close, so fucking close, and I don’t want him to stop. Knowing that I won’t be able to keep the sounds to myself, I reach up and cover my mouth with the palm of my hand while I splinter apart against his fingers.
Carson and I make our way out to the dining room, hoping that no one can tell what we’ve been doing. We share a look, and I can feel my cheeks warm as I think about the fact that he had me coming against his fingers in that office while everyone else was out here, doing who knows what.
“We’re doing leftovers,” Aubree says as she stands at the counter. “But I’m making brownies for dessert.”
Atlee makes a noise. “Oh my god, those are my favorite.”
“Mine too,” Jesse reaches over and high-fives her.
“Did you get the information you needed?” Nora asks, as she and I have seats next to each other at the dining room table.
“I’m sorry, what?” I do a double-take, trying to figure out if she means the orgasm or not. I speak low to make sure this conversation is between just the two of us.
She laughs. “You know, I get around town while taking care of everyone’s animals. There’s a lot of talk about what you and Shawn are doing for Claire and her son.”
There’s not a whole lot I can say, so I don’t mention anything. I just nod.
“You didn’t hear it from me,” she continues. “But they didn’t even go to the hospital the last time he beat them up. The one where the pictures are from.”
God, a lot of people know about what’s happened, and that might not be good for our case in the long run. But she’s telling me this for a reason, and it’s my job to get it out of her and figure out what it is. “What are you saying?”
She grabs her phone and taps what I’m assuming is a message. My phone dings, and it’s a message from her. “They went to a goddamn veterinarian because they were scared. Not many people know that, but that’s their contact information, and I know they’d be willing to talk to you.”
My heart pounds as I see the name. We’ve been trying to figure out where they got their medical care. We asked to subpoena medical records, but Claire said there weren’t any and then wouldn’t answer any more questions. “Thank you, Nora.”
“You’re welcome. For what it’s worth, he’s a sick son of a bitch, and he’s got more power than he deserves. I hope you and Shawn take him down. I hope he’s in jail for the fuckin’ rest of his life.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, my chest expanding with the motion. “Me and you both.”