Page 121 of Tequila Tuesdays

He put towels on the deck and slipped off my t-shirt and bra. Then he slid my panties and sweatpants down and I stepped out. I stood there while he stripped out of his clothes, then he pulled me over to the spool and guided me in.

“Come here, Legs. You need a little tender loving care.” He sat down in the water, then positioned me on top of him, straddling his legs.

His rigid shaft rubbed against me, and he lifted his hips to get a better angle.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and smiled at him. “It feels like you need a little TLC too.”

“You’re right. I swear you take years off my life.”

He started tensing beneath my arms. I massaged his shoulders and laid my forehead on his neck. “I was afraid, okay? And Martin is cheaper for surveillance work anyway. I think. I’m pretty sure.”

He grunted and ran his hand up my back, then grabbed the nape of my hair. “Who gives a shit about that? This is my case, and you’re mine.” He pulled my head back.

His firm grip on my hair made my insides tighten, and I rubbed restlessly against him. “I… care about you, okay? Jason dumped a mutilated cat on her doorstep and went after her with a gun. He’s unhinged.”

He pulled my head back a little more, then leaned in and put his mouth on my neck. His teeth slid down my right tendon, then he latched onto my muscle there, biting down enough to cause a sting.

I moaned and shifted over him. He let go of my hair and brought his hand down to my center. Then he spread me and worked his cock inside.

Having him inside me felt like coming home. My body responded to his, and I sighed softly as he powered into me.

He grabbed my waist and moved me up and down on his cock. “God, sweetheart. You feel so damn tight. Every fucking time. I’m obsessed with your hot, tight pussy.”

My womb clenched, and I clamped down on his length even tighter. His mouth found my breasts, and he lapped at my hard nipples, then sucked forcefully on each one. Damien finally stood up with me wrapped around him and laid me at the spool's edge.

He stretched out my legs, then thrust inside me again, getting a better angle and driving even deeper. My neck arched as he bottomed out, and I whimpered softly but pushed my hips up to meet his. He took both my wrists and brought them over my head as he plunged into me.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take all of me. Even if it hurts.” He punctuated his words with deep thrusts.

His words speared my heart as his body overwhelmed mine. Because loving him did hurt sometimes. And I was so afraid of losing him.

But he also gave me intense pleasure, tenderness, and a sense of belonging. He took care of me and tried to give me what I needed. My thoughts scattered as Damien let go of my hands and brought his fingers down to my swollen, throbbing clit.

He seized it and pinched it softly, then rolled and stroked me. His other hand pulled on my sensitive nipple.

He leaned over and murmured in my ear. “You can’t scream out here like you usually do, sweetheart.”

“You’re the one who screams,” I panted. My body tingled underneath his fingers, and my orgasm built.

He chuckled low. When he felt my core start to tighten around him, he bit down on my breast. I threw my head back and wailed into the night as I came.

My mind blitzed out, and waves of pleasure coursed through me. I felt his hand clamp over my mouth, and it only added to my pleasure.

When I stopped crying out, Damien lifted my hips and slammed into me frantically, over and over. Then he rammed inside me one last time, and I felt his hot semen spurt deep inside. I shuddered on his cock, my body still sizzling like I was hooked to a live wire.

When we finally came down, he scooped me up and brought me back into the swirling water. I was wrung out and could barely move.

He tucked my head under his chin and circled me with his arms. “You do scream, Legs. And I fucking love it.”

I had a couple of preliminary hearings in front of Judge Conrad on Wednesday morning, and I swung by the bailiff's office to pick up my briefcase.

Harmon, the bailiff who’d called nine-one-one, wanted to know exactly what had happened. He’d already heard Jason had been arrested, but I gave him the details.

He gaped at me when I finished. “Holy shit. She got him with a damn stroller? When he goes to prison, they’re going to eat him alive.” He smiled meanly and rocked back on his heels.

“My hands still shake every time I think about him having a gun,” I replied.

“What made you drop your briefcase and sprint out of here?”

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