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wearing pants. Though, I didn’t point that out to her very drunk ass.

A mini-skirt covered her lower body. Unlike what it was doing earlier.

Booth took one glance, dismissed her easily, then turned his gaze back to me.

“It was one of those nights, eh?” he joked.

I slapped him on the shoulder and said, “Gotta go. Have to be somewhere.”

Booth watched me go, his eyes curious the entire time.

I knew he could tell something was up, but he couldn’t quite figure out what.

He’d know by the end of the week, though. If he didn’t hear it from Priscilla, he’d hear it from me.

Neither one of us had ever been good at keeping secrets from each other.

The drive back to Delanie’s place took less than two minutes.

I was just arriving at the same time as Asa’s bus.

He saw me and changed directions, running up to me to give me a hug.

I laughed and picked him up, carrying him, backpack and all, to the front door of the bus.

“See you in a bit, buddy. Have fun at school, okay?” I said, looking into Asa’s laughing eyes.

Asa squeezed my neck and kissed my cheek. “Love you, Uncle Bourne.”

“Love you, too,” I said as I put him on the stairs of the bus.

The bus driver, the same woman who used to take Booth and me to school when we were kids, waved. “Hello, Mr. July.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not you, too, Mrs. Drew.”

Mrs. Drew laughed. “Have a good day.”

I backed away and watched as a puff of black smoke followed their departure, then grinned when I felt Delanie’s arms wrap around me.

“How was work?” she asked.

I sighed. “Work was awful. Eight arrests, all but one a drunk driving. I’m not sure what the deal was yesterday, but I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, my father’s flight was delayed,” she said. “He won’t be here until tomorrow night now.”

I spun around and bent slightly at the knees, then hauled Delanie up against my chest.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, right above my utility belt, and grinned down into my face as she held on.

“That means that I can have you before bed,” I groaned.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It sure does.”

Chapter 9

I like big mutts and I cannot lie.

-Coffee Cup

Delanie

My back hit the bed, but before I could bounce once, Bourne was following me down.

He pressed his big body to mine and kissed me for all he was worth.

The cold pieces of equipment on his gun belt pressing against my overheated skin didn’t bother me in the slightest.

At least, not until his nightstick started to jab places I really didn’t want it to jab.

Like my vagina bone.

“This is going to have to go,” I said, pushing at the belt.

He leaned back and shucked it off, tossing it down onto the bed beside me.

I slowly started to undo the buttons on his uniform top, grinning when I got to the Kevlar vest underneath.

“You wear it,” I said softly.

A few months ago, Asa had seen a patch that he’d wanted Bourne to have.

It was an embroidered unicorn that was puking rainbows.

It was the weirdest thing, but Asa had declared that ‘Uncle Bourne just has to have this.’

To see Bourne wearing it made me smile hard.

“I like it.” He grinned. “It’s a CrossFit patch. It’s pretty cool.”

I pressed my hand against the patch and then started to untuck the tails of his shirt from his uniform pants.

“What’s next?” I asked. “The shirt or the pants?”

He stood up and started to undress, and I couldn’t help but watch the show.

He started with the shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor, followed by his belt, then his pants.

The Kevlar vest was next to go, followed shortly by his white undershirt, leaving him in only his underwear.

“I need to shower,” he said. “I’ve had a long night.”

In answer, I sat up at the end of the bed, then caught him by his waistband and tugged him to me.

His eyes flared slightly, watching as I carefully drug him toward me, all the while licking my lips in anticipation.

I wanted him in my mouth.

Even more, I wanted to give him something that he could remember tonight when he was on his long shift. Maybe look forward to when he came home.

“Shower later,” I said, licking the tip of his cock and loving the way he tasted.

“I should really shower,” he muttered. “I’ve been sweating my ass off all… ahhh, Christ.”

In answer to his ‘I should take