41. Ride It Out and Keep Sharp

FORTY-ONE

Ride It Out and Keep Sharp

Lucinda came in his mouth, but he didn’t give her a break.

He sucked hard on her clit, earning a mewing cry and her nails digging into his scalp before he got up to his knees.

He flipped her to her belly and ordered roughly, “Up.”

She slid her knees in.

He positioned his cock and drilled her.

Her taste on his tongue, her ass in his hands, her cunt soaking wet, he wasn’t going to last long.

She went for him again anyway before he buried himself deep and shot deeper.

He slid out, put pressure on her hip, she dropped to the side, turned to her back, and he rested on top of her, weight on a forearm.

He kissed her neck, then under her ear, then looked down at her, her hair all over his pillow, her eyes liquid gold.

“Knew you’d taste good,” he muttered.

“Knew you’d give great head,” she muttered back.

He grinned at her. “We have that in common.” She started to smile but he kissed her before she finished, lifted his head and added, “Better than room service.”

“I hope so.”

“Appreciate you fitting me in your busy schedule after you dropped off Madden at school.”

She’d come back to him.

He was glad he’d slept in.

She was moving her hands on his back. “I’ll always make time for you, Rus.”

He believed her, and Christ, he liked that.

He kissed her again.

Then he rolled, pulling her on top.

“You doing okay?” she asked.

“I’m great,” he responded.

Her face grew wicked with pride, but she shook her head. “I mean with the case.”

No.

He was not good with the case.

He sighed, pulled them up the bed, kept her close as he shoved pillows behind him to make it more comfortable, and returned his attention to her.

“It is what it is. Am I thrown? Yes. But I don’t have time to descend into that shit. If I lose focus or patience with the process, I can fuck shit up. I just have to ride it out and keep sharp.”

“Have you talked to Harry yet?”

She wanted him to move to town.

Since he wanted to move to town, he found that excellent.

“No, thought it best to close a case before I asked him for a job.”

She chuckled.

He kissed her again, but had to say, “Baby, it’s late. This has been all kinds of fun, but I need to hit it.”

“Okay. Me too.”

“You showering here?”

“Are you offering to keep me company while I do?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I’m showering here.”

That meant Rus had far more energy to throw his legs over the side of the bed and drag her out with him.

* * *

He and Moranwere at the Joy of Joy sex shop outside of town, visit number two in twenty-four hours, when the call came in.

It first came to Moran’s phone.

As he was talking, Rus’s phone went too.

Since it was Lucinda calling, and she was calling the same time Moran got a call, Rus felt something close around his throat.

He forced it open enough to answer, “Hey, sweetheart.”

Her voice was sheer terror when she said, “Ezra took Madden from recess.”

He locked eyes with Moran.

And he kept his phone to his ear as the two of them sprinted out of the shop.