Edge Of Darkness (Arrow's Edge MC #2) - Freya Barker Page 0,28

he brings me to the edge with firm flicks, only to ease off when he feels my body tense.

“Please…” I finally plead, when I can’t control the trembling of my legs any longer.

I lift my head slightly to find his eyes still on me, satisfaction on his face as he penetrates me with a second digit. I close my eyes at the delicious stretch.

“Look at me,” he growls and I snap them open. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

I don’t have a chance to react to his words because the next moment his lips close over my clit, sucking hard, and this time my own ears ring when I scream my release.

I’m still catching my breath when he climbs up my body, brushing his nose and lips over my skin before he covers my mouth with his. I taste myself on him as he kisses me deeply, feeling the rasp of his beard on my skin.

“No more thinking,” he says firmly before rolling onto his back, this time keeping me firmly in his arms.

I don’t even have the presence of mind to offer a return of favors before I feel myself drift off to sleep.

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The smell of coffee wakes me.

Even before I open my eyes, I know I’m alone in bed.

I woke up once during the night to use the bathroom and had a hard time escaping Yuma’s hold with half his body covering me, an arm wrapped around me. and one of his legs inserted between mine. I finally managed, though, Yuma grunting his complaint as I tiptoed to the bathroom. By the time I’d come back he was sprawled on his back on the mattress, snoring lightly, but the moment I got in beside him, he was all over me again. Like some heat-seeking octopus.

I blink open my eyes to find one of my mugs sitting on the floor beside me, a piece of paper tucked underneath.

Morning. Plumbing emergency unit 3.

Cute when you sleep. CUL

I can feel the dopey smile on my face, even as I check my mouth for dried drool. It doesn’t escape me, I’ve graduated from ‘talk to you later’ to ‘see you later’ in his sign off.

A quick look at my alarm shows six forty-five, and judging from the steam still coming off my coffee, he hasn’t been gone that long.

Mmm. I could get used to good coffee served in bed.

As I carefully sip, my mind wakes up and immediately starts analyzing last night. Determined not to let anything—not even my own thoughts—spoil an amazing time, I direct them to work and the things I want to cover today.

First of all, I need to catch up with that witness I was supposed to interview yesterday, and then I have those names Red Franklin gave me to run down. I quickly realize I have a busy day ahead and scramble out from under the covers, bringing my mug into the bathroom.

I rush out of the apartment half an hour later, a travel mug and half-eaten bagel in my hands. I’m juggling both, trying to get my truck open, when a familiar hand appears from behind me and opens the door.

“Hop in, Babe,” Yuma’s deep rumble fills my ear.

When I’m seated, my mug in the cupholder, I turn to where he’s leaning into the cab, his face inches from mine.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

The small tug at a corner of his mouth is barely visible behind the facial hair, but it’s there.

“You’re welcome.”

“How’s the leak?” I ask.

“More like a plug than a leak,” he informs me, wincing.

“Yikes.”

“One of the less pleasant jobs managing a bunch of apartments.” He shrugs it off.

“What are the more pleasant jobs?” I fish and his smirk is back.

“Making sure certain tenants get a good night’s sleep.”

“Certain tenants?”

“One,” he quickly corrects. “One certain tenant.”

I find myself grinning back.

“Good save.”

“I thought so,” he mumbles, leaning in farther for an all-too-brief kiss. “Busy day ahead?”

“Looks like it might be.”

“Shoot me a message if you’re going to be home for dinner.”

“You planning to cook for me?”

Now I get a full-on grin. “I might.” Another brush of lips. “Get started on your day. I’ll see you later.”

With a rap of his knuckles on my roof, he backs away, shuts my door, and watches me back out of my spot.

I’m still smiling when I walk into the station.

Yuma

Nothing like a plugged up toilet to start the day.

Not even the plunger could dislodge whatever was caught down the pipes, and I had to call in a plumber. While waiting