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Jonas holds up her phone and shakes it in our direction. “Someone came in ten minutes after them.”

Tears of frustration spill from Raven and my heart cracks when she begins to point to the ruined home.

You made me feel crazy, Damon.

Anger rises through me as Damon’s jaw opens and closes but nothing comes out. And then, “Raven,”

She signs slower. Her world has come tumbling down, she has nowhere to go and my heart sinks at the pain etched across her face. She sinks back down to the ground, turning to face the desolation. The sight of her soothing herself tears at me in ways I’ve never been torn. Not even on that farm.

Damon gets down to his knees beside her, facing her. “Amourette,” He begins to apologize but it’s her I’m worried about.

She stops rocking for a moment.It doesn’t matter at all anymore, does it? It’s gone.

“She… can come home with me.” I blurt.

“Absolutely not.” Damon growls.

“You all can.”

Before they can answer, the fire chief comes waddling to us, his uniform drenched, heavy, boots thudding in the wet, sticky mud and he looks completely exhausted. “The owner of the home?”

They all stand up.

His face scrunches up.

“I thought she was in there with you?” He says, pointing at me.

I rolls my eyes. “I’m also her boyfriend, and I can also translate.”

Damon cackles.

I’m going to kick him.

“Unfortunately the ruins to your home are now a crime scene.”

Raven flinches when he says ‘ruins.’ She eyes Jonas and he lifts an eyebrow. With one short nod, she gives him permission to tell him of the evidence they’ve found and we all get to spend the evening with the chiefs of both PD and FD as if I don’t have mounds of student papers to grade.

I eye Raven sitting across from me, still dirty.

I really need a TA.

And how lovely I’ll have a such a pretty little one available in my home now.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Damon.

My fingers trail up the soft skin of her legs, her muscles lax and pliable after I made her shower to rid herself of the stench of the smoke and take half an Ambien to ward off any sleepwalking episodes. She’d closed the door to her temporary bedroom, but I’d overcome more obstacles than just a closed door to get to her. I’d done more to get to where we are.

We were at the Police department for so long, sunlight will soon do it’s best to break through the clouds of the promising storm that’s coming.

I spread her thighs, the hem of Harrington’s old FBI shirt rides up to her stomach, revealing the naked lips of her sex to me, that patch of hair trimmed to perfection. I crawled up the bed to her sleeping form, kissing her inner thighs, one and then the other, my fingers moving with me.

Her thighs move naturally for me, ready to accommodate me even in her state. I use my thumb and index finger to spread her lips and deeply inhale her scent and rub my nose into the thatch above, licking her hidden clit, coaxing it to come out so I can suck her into my mouth. I wiggle my tongue around her entrance, letting my saliva pool into her.

A soft moan escapes her lips and her hips slightly glide her pussy along my tongue, thighs spreading farther. “That’s it, littlebird.” I whisper, continuing my gentle assault. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

I take her legs, throwing them over my forearms and position myself at her entrance, gently entering her. A breathy sigh and at the sound of the rolling thunder overhead, her eyes roll beneath her lids, mid-way alert to the noise. I praise her, kiss her jaw, her breasts, her chin, her lips, her temple, thrusting, ever so slowly it’s driving me mad. It’s a feeling I love losing myself to when I’m inside of her, knowing she’ll be aching in the morning, feeling empty with the loss of me after stretching her out.

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