Part 17 (2/2)

I had seen his boots and coat at the entryway, but hadnt expected him to be home at this time. His s.e.xy smile had me slowing my path to the bedroom. He wasnt planning on letting me pa.s.s by him anyways, I could tell by the glint in his eyes.

He reached towards me, and I walked into him, his hand sliding around my waist.

”Hm,” he spoke into the phone while pulling me into the office with him, ”Yeah, do that.” He rolled his eyes to me with a teasing grin as he dropped back into his chair behind his desk. He gripped my hips and pulled me between his spread legs.

”The mechanic checked.” His eyes dropped from mine as the person spoke in his ear, his focus pulled back into the conversation. ”He says its running smooth. Im still driving careful.”

I lifted myself to sit on the edge of his desk, and he rolled his chair close, hands running over my thighs with a sigh. He moved them up my body and grasped the zipper on my sweater. His eyes followed the path of his fingers as he unzipped me, and I leaned back, my hands braced behind me to make it easier.

He rose to his feet and pushed my jacket off my shoulders. ”Your kid, she decide on a pet yet?”

I didnt try and make sense of his words, the codes they spoke changed too often for me to keep track of, and this conversation didnt seem too heavy. It couldnt be since he was giving me his focus as I removed my jacket the rest of the way.

”No, that puppys too much. You should get her the cat, the fancy one.”

I raised my eyebrow, and he grinned, shaking his head. His fingers were already back at my s.h.i.+rt, undoing the b.u.t.tons.

”I said no, not that one. Get the mutt if they want a dog.” He was quick, already down three b.u.t.tons. His fingers grazed over the top curve of my breast as he slid my s.h.i.+rt open.

The light trail of his fingertips on my skin ignited the heat he had already started, but the look in his eyes liquefied it, making it swirl low in my stomach. I couldnt sit still, my fingers moved to his s.h.i.+rt, but there were no b.u.t.tons. I dropped them down to his pants, pulling on the waistband to move him closer as I undid the top b.u.t.ton.

”Somethings come up. Well talk later.” He pulled the phone from his ear, turning it off, grin spreading as he set it down.

His eyes dropped to his pants, hands covering my fingers there. ”You shouldnt have done that.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, pulling him on to me, my lips finding his, both of us moving to fit together. The familiarity with each other only made it that much easier, that much faster, to turn each other on, to touch where we knew the other couldnt resist. That tight skin low on his stomach that made his skin goose b.u.mp when I glided my palm over him. His fingers down my spine and teeth on my lips, pulling a moan from me.

He had my s.h.i.+rt undone completely, hands sliding into the back of my leggings.

”What are you doing wearing these to school?” He groaned into my ear, lifting me so his hands could cup my a.s.s.

”I didnt. I just left the gym.” I pulled back, remembering. ”I need a shower.”

”Hmm, that sounds good. After.” His head dipped to my neck, lips nipping at the skin there, down to my shoulder. His hands froze on my ribs, stopping their path of pus.h.i.+ng my s.h.i.+rt back, voice suddenly serious. ”Are you supposed to go to the gym?”

”Yeah, as long as my bodys all right with it. I can keep doing what Im doing.” The gym was my sanity, I wouldnt stop.

I pulled the bottom of his s.h.i.+rt up. My legs pulsed with the need to get us back to what we were doing. I needed this, to feel desired by him.

He took his s.h.i.+rt from my hands and pulled it over his head in one quick motion, tossing it to the ground. I dont know how the sight of his muscles still surprised me, making me breathless. The reality of him was always so much more than I imagined, perfect and mine to touch.

He braced his hands on either side of me, gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned in close. ”I would have went to the gym with you, if you told me.”

”I didnt even know you would be home this early.” I rolled my head back as he brought his lips back to my skin there, burning and building that aching in my core.

His fingers unclasped my bra and then slid it off my shoulders. I took my s.h.i.+rt off along with it. His tongue curled around one nipple, sucking as his hand slipped into the front of my pants. I was already slick, and his fingers slid into me, stroking and hitting the right spots, making my leg quiver.

”Regan,” my name came off those lips in a groan that vibrated his chest and made me clench around him with excitement. He was panting in my ear. ”I came home for you...” he gasped as I took him in my hand, taking a couple of breaths to finish explaining, ”...to tell you something.”

I stilled, stopping the rhythm of my strokes. ”What were you going to tell me?”

He closed his eyes, his hand covering mine to get me moving again. ”It can wait. This cant.”

When he brought his lips to mine, I was all too willing to silence my reply. To silence anymore talking and focus on the man in front of me. I wanted to make him moan my name with that s.e.xy rumble again, burn it into his brain like it was the only name he knew.

He wrapped a large towel around my shoulders, moving his hand over the fabric to help dry me off.

My eyes dropped down his body, beads of water from the shower sliding down his muscles until the towel at his waist absorbed them.

He growled in warning. ”d.a.m.n babe, stop looking at me like that.” He pulled me to him, arms wrapping around me. ”Or we may never get dinner, and we need to, Im starving.”

”I wasnt doing anything but looking.” I couldnt. He exhausted me; my muscles were drained in the best way.

”Good. Go get dressed so we can eat.”

I walked out to the bedroom and grabbed sweats and a t-s.h.i.+rt to change into, glancing at him as he covered his body. There was beauty in the way he moved, just pulling on a s.h.i.+rt. My hormones had to be acting up because I couldnt look away.

”So I found out some things today.” His back was to me as he slid sweatpants over his boxers.

”What is it you found out?” My voice came out small, quieter than I wanted to be.

He crossed the room and his hands gripped my shoulder. ”I finally got my mom to talk to me. She didnt have much to say about Angela, but it might be something.” He shrugged. ”She told me why she ended the conversation with you so quickly.”

”Why?”

”She was scared of talking about that time and those people. She was never initiated into things, but she knows all about staying silent, and she wasnt sure how much she could say to you.”

Initiated. The word stuck with me, questions surrounding it. Was that some sort of formal thing? I pushed it aside to ask later. ”But she knows she can tell you more?”

He nodded, c.o.c.king his head slightly. ”But she didnt have that much more to add, I dont think. Itd be better to talk to her in person, I could read her better, and I will when we go there at the end of the month. But we might be able to figure this out before then.” His eyes dropped over me. ”Do you want to eat first?”

”No, just tell me.” My stomach was already swirling, killing my appet.i.te.

He shrugged one shoulder, hand moving behind his head. ”Shes not sure who Jared is, she only met him a few times. But when Nikolai started pursuing your mother, she fell for him hard and stopped seeing Jared.”

”And he just left?” My stomach sunk, disappointed that this information didnt seem to lead anywhere. ”So maybe hes not my father then. Maybe he was just a boyfriend.”

”I dont know yet, but he didnt just leave. Mom said that your mo-Angela and Nikolai got into a fight one night, a couple months after they met. They were arguing about Jared, and Angela was upset about whatever was going on.” He was watching me, but I had no reaction, unsure what it meant. ”She doesnt know what was said, but she just remembers it was heated and things were thrown. She thinks Nikolai smacked Angela, but that was her last night at the restaurant, after that she went to work for Nikolai at the club.”

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