Tiny gasps flow from her lips, heating mine. My arms are full as is my heart. Fucking for the sake of getting off is a fleeting moment while this? This is batteries recharging to keep on living for a lifetime of closeness.
We relish in the warmth and pleasure until Bee throws her head back and comes all over my dick. I grab her hips to take over the movements and thrust up a few more times to seek my own release. Utterly spent we take our time to catch our breaths before we finish our shower and head into the bedroom to put on some clothes.
“Mind if we order some takeout?” I question as we plant our asses on the couch.
Bee flips on the TV. “Pizza for sure.”
“Pizza or lasagna, because you always say pizza but end up ordering the cheese thing.”
She grabs my phone from the table and hands it to me. “Yes, I want the cheese thing.”
I place the order and we snuggle close to watch some mindless TV until our food is delivered. Food we lazily eat in front of the TV without any interruptions. I’ve made it clear with Wyatt he’s in charge tonight and since Queenie is with Bee’s parents, this really is our night.
And instead of going out, having dinner at an expensive restaurant, watching a movie, or going dancing…we stay in. We lounge on the couch and relish in each other’s closeness and the serenity of our relationship. Full throttle. That’s how we went into our relationship but this right here is hitting pause and feeling every beat of our heart.
And she is my heart when I glance down and see her sleeping on my chest. I turn the TV off and swoop her into my arms, carrying her into our bedroom and gently placing her in our bed. I snuggle close and let sleep claim me too.
Waking up the next morning with Bee draped over me is starting my day with a smile. Normally one of us has to get up to take care of Queenie, and most times I rise the second my eyes are open to get a head start on everything I need to handle. Yet now I stay enveloped by my woman.
“What time is it?” Bee croaks, her voice thick with sleep.
“Time for morning sex,” I huskily reply.
She pinches my damn nipple, leaving me to grunt and launch into a counter-tickle-attack. She’s wheezing and demanding me to stop, but her body feels too damn good underneath my skilled hands. Both knocking on our door and the ringing of the doorbell drags our attention away from each other.
Jumping out of bed, I reach for my jeans and slide them on. Behind me Bee dashes into the bathroom while I head downstairs, muttering, “Hold your fucking horses, I’m coming, dammit.”
I open the door to find Wyatt standing in front of me. He strolls past and starts to ramble, “I’m with my back to the wall while I know this fucker drowned his kid. Can I shoot him without handing over the evidence? Fucking hell. I did tell you the fucker is starting a new family with some other chick, right? What if she gets pregnant, huh? And what if in a few years something is up and he wants to start over again? Will he pull the same trick and dispose of that one too?”
“I need coffee before I answer any of your questions.” A sigh rips from me at the same time Bee picks up her backpack and lets it drop on the couch.
“I’ll make us some,” she says and directs her attention at Wyatt. “Can you tell me some of the details about your case? If Archer is okay with me hearing them that is. We could throw some ideas around, it might trigger your brain to see things differently.”
“Prez mentioned you’re at our disposal, right next to Ganza.” Wyatt shoots her a grin and the both of us watch her face light up.
Fucker. I haven’t had a chance to tell her that little fact yet. Her eyes collide with mine. I place my hand on her lower back and guide her into the kitchen.
Once alone I tell her, “I handed some tasks over to Wyatt yesterday, and I might have texted him late last night about adding you to the team. This way Ganza will have some breathing space too since I now realize one person handling the massive load adds more unnecessary pressure. I did mean to tell you about it. And the way you reacted yesterday I figured I didn’t need to know your answer since you enjoyed diving into the case I gave you.”
I watch how she falls into a routine of making coffee. The way her hair sways through the air with every move makes me want to bury my fist in it to guide her head toward my dick while she opens her sweet lips and–
“You have sex on your brain instead of work,” she whispers underneath her breath as she shoves a mug with steaming coffee in my direction.
“It’s not just my fault,” I fake grumble.
She places her hand over my heart and pats my chest. “I wasn’t complaining, but for now we need to work and I have to pick up Queenie later today. Hopefully we have some time for a re-run later tonight.”
“Woman,” I rumble. “All we need is a few spare minutes. Between your parents and mine we will have a night to ourselves soon enough to take our sweet time. We have our priorities straight again. And even if we managed to knock you up last night, we will be alert not to fall into a rut next time around.”
Her eyes widen once more. The corner of my mouth twitches. “Who had only sex on the brain last night, huh? Right. But I probably should have mentioned that too.”
I place my coffee on the counter and cup her face. “Are we good?”
She gives me a soft smile. “Yeah, we’re good.”
I can’t resist and take her lips. She groans into my mouth and I know I have to stop otherwise I’ll rip her clothes off. And we’re right back to sex on the brain.
“I think it’s good we get some distance between us.” She laughs with a knowing twinkle in her eye.
I grab my mug and Bee carries one in each hand too as we head for the living room. She hands one to Wyatt and we take a seat at the table. Bee reaches for her laptop and fires it up.
“I have a few hours before I pick up Queenie. Let’s hear it and I’ll see what I can help with, okay?”
Wyatt nods and starts to rattle out the details. I lean back and sip my coffee while I admire my woman. I should have pulled her into club business sooner, even with the shift in leadership and added danger.
When I look at her now, I know the angle of wanting to keep her safe and her never complaining about anything prevented me. Hell, we just fell into a routine and that right there is where comfort lets you flow a safe and steady line.
It’s both good and bad since it’s a safe zone but it’s also a loop. Living a challenge adds spice and gives a new view on everything. Yeah, I’ll make damn sure the safe zone stays intact, but the spice we just added–mainly the hot sex–is most definitely something we won’t do without ever again.
CHAPTER FIVE
– BEATRICE –
“Wait, the street you mentioned…did you get any visuals?”
“Yeah, Ganza did a check but nothing caught the angle from the river where it happened.”
“What about the recently added cameras? Wasn’t there a crime spree and a property…I don’t know what or who…it was in the news with all the…hang on,” I mumble to no one in particular because my brain is running overtime.
I know the area Wyatt mentioned and also know exactly what traffic cams and especially what security cam is directed at the spot the father was at with his son. It’s such a weird place for a father to take his son, not to mention the time he was there.