Page 210 of Back in the Saddle

“A lot of people would do that.”

“And you teamed up with your friends to solve cases in order to stop people from being hurt, the last two nights doing that meant you dragged your ass out of bed and hung out in a cold, abandoned warehouse keeping watch on a homeless camp.”

“The first night I fell asleep through it,” I reminded him.

His lips tipped up before he said, “My point is, you’re not normal. You give a shit. You put your ass out there to make a difference. Homer doesn’t touch anything without putting a plastic bag between it and him, but you’ve touched his heart. Mary would not be in a hotel room with a bed and a thermostat she can control if it wasn’t for you. The General wouldn’t have a place waiting for him in a facility in Scottsdale if it wasn’t for you.”

This was news.

“The General has a place?”

Eric shook his head. “I forgot to tell you. Yeah. We just need to figure out how to get him there. But don’t change the subject. I didn’t say I’d leave my wife for you, if she was still my wife, because you got a great ass and extreme talent in sucking cock.”

I couldn’t help my smug smile at hearing that.

Eric ignored it.

“It’s because you’re all that’s you.”

I was all that was me.

Shit!

I was either going to cry, or hug him, or both.

This had to stop.

“Great,” I said smartly. “You’re all that’s you too, and it isn’t all about your big dick and sexy bedhead. Can we stop being gooey now? We’re here. We have our shit tight. Savannah’s gone. Hopefully that’s over for good. Now, we have to be up mega early. I just had three orgasms. But you haven’t had one, so, if you’re accepting orders, I’ll take another one while you get yours.”

His brows shot up. “You just had three?”

I took my hands from his head and counted them down on my fingers between our faces.

“The fireman’s hold. Tossing me on your bed. Landing on me. One, two, three.”

“You like to get physical,” he murmured.

“Uh. Duh,” I replied.

I got that out. And then about three seconds later, I was naked (and I didn’t make myself thus). Less than three seconds after that, I was being kissed breathless. And a little bit later, I was fucked that way.

In the end, I got two more orgasms.

Eric got one.

Poor baby and his male biology.

But a big fat yay for me.

TWENTY-THREE

WE’LL TAKE HIM

Dawn was kissing the sky, and I’d switched out the night vision binoculars to regular ones.

The camp was waking up.

It was almost time to leave.

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