Chapter 15
For the first time in years, too many for Kam to count, she woke up in the arms of a man.
She completely felt like herself. The shooting, her house, everything had been put into its box and filed.
She was good at dealing with files. Her brain had already organized a list of everything she needed to do to put her home back together.
She needed to call her insurance company and tell them what happened.
Then she needed to notify the cleaning company used by law enforcement all over the United States.
They were experts in dealing with bloody floors and carpet, vandalized walls, and all the ugliness that goes with a crime scene.
Kam analyzed her feelings for a moment. She had no remorse in shooting those two men. She dreaded the stack of paperwork required for discharging a weapon in the line of duty, but fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about that until Monday.
She decided right then and there, she was going to enjoy her weekend. She was confident that her team was watching and cataloging every vehicle—and person if they got lucky enough for someone to show their face. Noellyn would be looking into every dark hole, tracing every dollar, to find these men.
Mike rolled over onto his side, his hand automatically dropping onto her hip. Yes. And she was going to enjoy Mike Gallagher. Moving only slightly, Kam looked at the clock on the nightstand. She’d slept in for almost two hours. No wonder she was wide-awake.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Mike groaned. “It’s Saturday. I get to sleep in on Saturdays.”
“I usually work Saturdays.” She giggled. “Hell, I work every day.”
He pulled her into him, her back to his chest. His breath was hot on her ear when he whispered, “Go back to sleep. We were up very late last night.”
“Sorry, but when I wake up, I’m awake.” She wiggled, trying to get away from his grip but ended up grinding her butt into his impressive erection.
Twisting within his arms, she faced him. “Do you know the best way to wake up?”
She stroked him through his flannel pajama bottoms. “Do you want me to take care of this for you?”
His hands caught her wrists. “Keep that up and it will take care of itself.”
“Do you not like morning sex?” Although Kam didn’t have a lot of experience with different men, she’d been with one who wanted sex as soon as he woke up. Her ex wanted sex all the time. That was evident by how many other women he’d fucked, even while he was married to her.
Mike growled. “I love morning sex.” He stared into her eyes and grinned. “I also like before-supper sex, after-supper sex, and sex anytime we both feel like it.”
Emboldened, Kam set up and stripped off the T-shirt she preferred to wear to bed. Her smile was hungry and a little devilish, the way she felt.
“I feel like sex right now. Do you feel like sex?” Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small. She cupped one in each hand and played with her nipples. She’d been doing this for years, since no man had touched her since months before her divorce. But she didn’t want to think about Brody.
Mike pulled her down far enough so he could take her breast in his mouth.
He replaced her hand with his on the other side, rolling her nipples with his tongue and fingers in unison.
The sensations sent waves of pleasure throughout her body, congregating at her clitoris.
Her hands now free, she wanted to touch herself, but she really didn’t.
She wanted Mike to touch her clit. Rub it.
Play with it until it was a hard mass of nerves.
He rolled her over onto her back and nipped his way to the other breast before he followed the centerline of her body past her belly button to the edge of the boy shorts she wore at night.
He kissed his way down, tugging her panties a fraction of an inch before he kissed the next revealed piece of skin.
Kam wasn’t sure when he’d removed her panties, but she felt him spread her legs.
He ran his tongue up the inside of one leg then the other, fingers lightly touching the outsides.
When he reached the apex, his hands drifted over her sensitive belly, lightly touching her as softly as butterfly wings.
He ran both hands down until he reached her tight curls.
He scraped his short nails through her pubic hair and over her closed feminine lips before diving two fingers into her channel, dragging her wet essence upward, opening her to his desires.
“You’re so wet for me.” He circled her clit with her own dampness before he lowered his head and kissed it.
Kam almost flew off the bed.
Holding her open with his thumbs, Mike began to lick and suck. When he moved two fingers inside her, he used the tip of his tongue to lick her clit.
Every muscle in her body tightened as she came closer and closer to the edge.
“Mike, I’m close. I want you inside me when I come.”
He lifted his head to catch her eyes. “We’re just getting started. I want that too, but I want you to come first…at least twice.” He blew a cold stream of breath over the length of her exposed slit. “Just lay back and enjoy. Let the wave take you.”
A minute later, she was higher than she’d ever been before. Her heart pounded, her leg muscles pulled so tight she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on to the edge.
“Let go, Kam.” Mike took her clit in his mouth and sucked at the same time he added a third finger to her channel.
She flew over the edge and into the darkness.
When she came back to reality, Mike was inches from her face grinning at her.
“Want to do that again?” He dropped his lips to hers and kissed her long and slow, and deep.
She could taste herself mixed with the unique flavor of Mike.
He circled her oversensitive clit with his wet fingers then rubbed it hard and fast.
Her heart went from a cooldown to a sprint in seconds. She’d never been able to come twice in a row, but Mike had magic fingers. She fell into complete ecstasy within a minute.
As she recovered from a double-dose of complete bliss, her eyes still closed, she felt around the bed for Mike. He wasn’t there. Had he given her the best orgasms of her life then just left?
“Welcome back.” His smile was that of satisfaction from a job well done. “Miss me?”
“Matter of fact, yes. Where did you go?”
He held up several packets of condoms. “This is your room, not mine. I had to go into my bathroom and open a new box.
“You know I’m too old to get pregnant, right?” She was about to tell him that she was on the pill to help her through the early stages of menopause when he spoke.
“None of us are too old to get an STD or something worse that would end up killing us.” Mike was absolutely right. They were a long way from having that talk. Monogamy. Relationship. Most men were allergic to those words.
“Your turn,” Kam announced as he walked toward the bed, his sleep pants tented. She reached to grab one of the condoms and he lifted his hand in the air.
“Maybe next time.” He dropped the plaid flannel from his hips, hitting the floor as he rolled on a condom. “If you touched me with those sweet little hands, it would be all over.” He chuckled. “I’m not as young as I once was, so it takes me a while before I’m ready to go again.”
Suited up, he ordered, “Lay back.” He spread her legs and started licking once again.
It didn’t take long until she was writhing underneath his face.
He climbed up her body, kissing here, licking there.
When he came to her breasts, he took one in his mouth and the other in his hand, sucking hard and lightly pinching.
Her body reacted by launching off the bed. When he reached her mouth, his kiss was needy, hard, just like his body. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly lowered his hips.
Kam was over slow and easy. She bent her knees and lifted her pelvis, impaling him completely. “Now, fuck me.”
“God, I love it when you talk dirty.” He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. “But unless you’re close, no more. It’s been a while for me, and I wanted you like this for far too long.”
Mike had wanted her? He’d been waiting for her? They were such idiots. “You mean we could’ve been doing this for the last several weeks?”
“No. You weren’t ready.” He was right. Her head was not in the right space, even as recently as a few hours ago.
“But I am, now.” Kam rocked her hips on every thrust, forcing him to go deep.
She loved this. The way he made her feel not just in bed, but while having supper together.
She wanted this to last forever but her muscles were already tightening as every nerve in her body started to explode.
“I love the way you treat me.” Her words drifted off as she fell into a deep sleep.