Flash, on the other hand, was trying to help out his dad in catching me. He was almost four and a total and complete carbon copy of Hatch. “Parker,” I warned as he tried to drag me from my hiding place.
He just squealed with laughter.
“Flash, come on outta there,” Hatch said. “This is between your mom and me.”
We called him Flash because he was ridiculously quick... to get into trouble or out of my line of sight.
“Come with me, little brother,” Poppy said, holding her free hand out to him. “We’ll watch the show from here.”
Flash rushed to her and I focused back on my husband. “I’m not telling you anything, darling, so there’s no point in trying to torture me.”
“Oh, the torture part’s just for me.”
I bit my lip as desire rushed my nether regions. Hatch always said he loved to see me laugh because I had a similar look on my face when I came, and he only ever wanted to see me happy or climaxing. He might be in the mood to torture me one way right now, but the promise of a different kind of torture later made me shiver in anticipation.
“I can see you like that,” he murmured.
“You know I do.”
“Okay, I’m out,” Poppy said, and grabbed Flash’s hand again. “Mummy and Daddy are about to kiss, so why don’t we go get a snack?”
I giggled as my very wise daughter guided her brothers toward the kitchen. My distraction had been a mistake, however, and I found myself yanked gently from my hiding place and pulled up against the hard granite chest of my husband. I met his eyes and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hey, Sunshine.” He grinned. “You ready to talk?”
“Nope.” I gave an extra pop sound to the P and then ran my fingers through his beard. “But I’ll be happy to let you try again when we’re naked and your face is between my legs.”
His tongue slid along the seam of my lips and then he kissed me deeply, slipping one of his hands under my T-shirt and up my back.
“Hatch,” I warned, even as my bra was unhooked, and his hand moved to cup my breast.
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“The kids,” I panted out as he palmed my already rock-hard nipple.
“What about ’em?”
“They’re—oh,” I breathed out on a sigh as he slid his hand under the waistband of my yoga pants and between my legs.
“They’re what, sunshine?”
He pulled his hand away from my body and I whimpered with need as he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “Upstairs. Now.”
I didn’t argue, and headed for the stairs.
“Poppy, watch your brothers for a bit. Gonna help your mom with something real quick.”
“Okay, Sid.”
God bless my daughter and her willingness to watch her brothers so my husband could drag me into our bedroom for a quick shag.
Walking into our room, I pulled off my shirt and bra, then rushed to remove the rest of my clothing. Hatch locked the door and grinned, pointing to the bed. “Assume the position, sunshine.”
I giggled, stretching out on my back while I watched him strip. God, I’d never get enough of my man’s body. He grinned, kneeling on the bed and crawling between my legs. He always started here... his mouth on my pussy... and I loved it.
Sliding his tongue through my folds, I wove my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. He slid two fingers inside of me and twisted them while he bit down gently on my clit and I nearly came apart, but I wanted to enjoy this... wanted it to last, so I stowed my orgasm and allowed his touch to consume me. I came apart, but didn’t linger in the feeling, instead demanding my man lie on his back.
“Only if I get to taste you,” he countered.
I smiled and straddled his face, before wrapping my fingers around his hardening length and taking it into my mouth. Hatch went to work on my pussy and I was having a hard time focusing on the beauty that was his dick while he sucked my clit.
“On your knees,” he said.
I immediately went there. Hatch knelt behind me and guided himself inside of me and I dropped my head back at the sensation.
His palm connected with my bare bottom and I whimpered pushing my body back against him.
“Love how your body responds, sunshine.” He slammed into me again, his palm slapping me a little harder this time and the sensation overtook everything.
God, it felt amazing, but when he slid one hand between my legs and fingered my clit, I came the second the palm of his other hand slapped against my bottom again, and I cried out his name as I buried my face in the mattress while he continued to thrust into me. As he came inside of me, he wrapped his arms around me, gently rolling us to the side so we were spooning, staying connected as he kissed the back of my neck... just as his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
“Do not answer that,” I ordered.
He sighed. “All hands, baby. Need to be ready to go when they find the truck.”
“But I wanted more,” I grumbled as he answered his call.
“Hey, Book. Yeah? No shit? Okay, yeah, I’ll meet you guys there.” He hung up and slid off the bed.
“Did they find it?” I asked.
“Yeah, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “I’ll text you when I know something.”
He dressed quickly, and I was left somewhat unsatisfied in our bed. He’d make up for that later, I’d demand it, but I still hated that I had to prepare dinner while still horny.
I sighed and climbed out of bed, dressing quickly and heading downstairs to hang out with my children.
* * *
Hatch
I pulled my truck up to the compound about twenty minutes later. I was glad there wasn’t traffic from Vancouver into Cully, but I was still the last one to arrive, which surprised me a little. Several of us lived on the same street... our own commune, so to speak... so how the hell they got there before me was a mystery. Walking into the compound, I was met with my brothers flooding toward me.
“You’re the last one,” Booker said. “Let’s roll.”
I turned around and followed them outside again, Hawk and Ace climbin’ into the cab of my truck, while the rest scattered. “Where are we goin’?” I asked.
“Beaverton,” Hawk said.
“Shit, it’s that close?”
“Yeah, man.”
I followed Booker, who was on his bike, and the rest of the crew and we headed for the area that the iPad had pinged from. It took several minutes, but we finally located the big red truck in an alley, in one of the roughest parts of town. Parking on the street, we pulled our guns out and approached the truck very carefully.
The alley was located directly behind an old brick building that had originally been a glass factory in the early nineteen-hundreds, but now served as one of the city’s largest homeless shelters. The truck was tightly wedged between the alley walls, leaving only the slightest gap between its bright red doors and the exposed brick. I scratched my head, trying to figure out how the driver could have even gotten out of the cab. Once we reached the rear of the truck, Booker examined the lock on the back door.
“The lock’s still intact,” he said.
“Why the fuck do you think they left it here?” I asked.
Booker shook his head. “I dunno. Maybe whoever took it got spooked and dumped it, or maybe they chose this as a quiet place to stash it for a while.”