small and perky, and one hundred percent right for me. As I dip my fingers into the neckline of her t-shirt and from there move them inside her bra and tease her nipples with my fingers, some of her tension begins to recede.
I nuzzle her neck, sucking that point that drives her wild, loving the moans that come from her mouth.
Putting my hands to the hem of her shirt, I soon have her top half naked for me.
“Too many clothes, Road. You’re wearing too many clothes.” Her voice is breathy.
I rectify that in moments, and while I do, she removes her jeans. Soon we’re falling naked onto her bed, and not long after, I have her screaming my name.
It’s only then I slide with ease into her wet warm depths.
Never in my life have I taken a woman bare, not until Swift. It’s a whole new, forgive the pun, ball game. Each time I take her like this, I have to fight to hold off until I know she’s coming with me.
When I do let go, I have nothing to compare with that moment of ecstasy I achieve with her. It’s not just a release, it’s an outpouring of emotion from her to me, which I reciprocate in spades.
She’s sleepy when I finally fold her into my arms, pulling her to me.
Then, my beautiful Swift looks up into my eyes. “I think I love you, Luc.”
“Babe, Karen. I love you, too. You stole my heart from the moment I saw you sitting in church.”
She sits up, pauses, then takes her hearing aids out. When she says goodnight, I know she can’t hear me repeat it, but I tell her anyway.
I’ve done my best to relax her, but it doesn’t work. She twists, turns, rolls this way and that. When she finally falls asleep, she drops into an uneasy dream.
I hate this. Hate that her security has been taken away and know I’ll do everything possible to make her feel safe again.
I come awake fast. Alarms are screaming and lights are flashing and the bed’s vibrating. I’m off the bed and in my jeans as fast as Swift. Guns appear in both our hands, and Swift has her hearing aids in. But we don’t speak, and still those alarms sound. It’s like waking to a nightmare.
Opening the door, I sidle around it, Swift right behind me. Together we search the house, checking windows and points of entry.
I waggle my hand, showing nothing here, seeing Swift doing the same.
The alarms don’t stop until Swift hits a panel by the side of the door.
“Clear,” I tell her, now I don’t need to shout as I look into the guest room.
“Clear here,” she says from the living area.
The backyard is floodlit, lights coming on with the alarms. Swift indicates the back door, I’m right by her side as she opens it…
“Guess you’re going to have to do something about your fencing before we get Apollo,” I tell her, as my adrenaline starts to fade.
“Will you just look at that? A fuckin’ coyote.”
We watch as the animal easily jumps the fence and disappears into the night.
As we stand in the doorway, I pull her close, feeling how hard she’s breathing, and know her heart’s beating fast like mine.
It’s then we hear motorbikes racing up the street.
“Your neighbours are going to love you,” I tell her, noting the time on my phone says four am.
“So are they.” She jerks her head toward the front of the house.
As I accompany her to the front door, I stop her forward progress to tell her, “Everything worked, babe.” As it would, even if her electricity was cut. Honor and Duty had modified her system so it switched to a battery-powered backup system now.
“False alarm,” Swift calls out after she opens the door. “There was a coyote in the yard.”
Snatcher and Thor look relieved, Bolt murmurs about being dragged out of bed by a fuckin’ wild dog. Honor and Duty give her a salute as they turn their bikes around and leave.
When the sound of the motorcycles fades into the night, I give a massive yawn.
“Let’s try to get some sleep.”
“No, I’m awake now. I’m going for a run. When I get back, we’ll both go to the club and hit the gym. You’ve got to work on that leg, Road.”
I cock my head toward her, my eyes signalling, Really?
The mention of the gym doesn’t bother me, I work out when I can. I think Swift will be even harder