Torin (Hope City #9) - Maryann Jordan Page 0,46
a car and drive it into people, or set off an explosion, or take an automatic weapon with a fuck-ton of ammunition and start firing.”
She sighed and nodded. “Not exactly cheerful thoughts this morning, are they?”
“Damn, babe, I’m sorry. The last thing I meant to do was be a downer.”
“Hey, I was the one who brought it up. And we would be foolish if we didn’t at least think about it. But then, while running in the marathon, I doubt we’ll be in a position to see anything. So, we just have to hope that everybody who is working the event has their eyes open and is cautious.”
They continued running for another ten miles, coming out the other side of the park and weaving around more streets downtown. They watched the city come to life. Offices were opening as employees flocked into the tall buildings.
“That’s the Partridge Tower. Sandy was working there a few months ago, helping to design the offices.”
Torin looked up at the beautiful building but didn’t see anyone going inside. “That’s the one that’s having to be reinspected, isn’t it?” At Erin’s nod, he shook his head. “What a waste of money! I hope Sandy got paid.”
“I asked the same thing of Rory! But she did once she was finished with it.”
As they continued to run, they had to watch out for more motorists that were rushing along, the honks of horns occasionally sounding. Shopkeepers were unlocking their security doors, getting ready to open. Restaurants serving breakfast were emitting scents of bacon, eggs, and pancakes, causing his mouth to water. Coffee shops and kiosks were giving off the delectable scent of the roasted brew filling the air.
He groaned while they continued to run. “Okay, damn, I’m getting hungry.”
Laughing, she agreed. “Me, too!”
“There’s a great takeout diner not too far from the pub. How about if we run past it, then slow down with cooling off stretches, and grab some breakfast? We can take it back to my place.”
“Oh, my God! That’s the best idea I’ve heard all morning.”
Reaching over, he gave a little tug on her ponytail. “Stick with me, babe. I have a lot of good ideas.”
Looking over, she wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m counting on it, Torin.”
By the time they’d made it back to his apartment, the little groans she was making over the scent of their breakfast were hitting him straight in the cock. As soon as they stepped inside his apartment, he tossed his keys, wallet, and the bag of food onto the table next to the door and whirled around. Stepping into her space, he pressed her back against the door. With his hands on either side of her head, he cocooned her before dipping his face to take her lips.
She responded eagerly, her hands grasping his jaws, taking the kiss deeper. He leaned back, sucked in a ragged breath, and said, “This wasn’t what I planned, I promise.”
She laughed and shook her head. “It might not be what you originally planned, but it’s exactly what I need.” Her eyes cut to the side before looking back at him, lifting a brow. “Since we're all hot and sweaty, how would you like to take a shower before breakfast?”
“Oh, fuckin’ hell.” He bent and scooped her into his arms, and she laughed as she threw her hands around the back of his neck.
Once inside his bathroom, he set her feet onto the floor and flipped on the water. They stripped each other then stepped into the shower. With fingers dancing over their bodies, they lathered each other. He reveled over the smooth skin of her back before gliding around her hips and up to cup her breasts. She leaned her head back and moaned, and he pulled her toward him, his cock nestling against her ass. “Lean back, and I’ll wash your hair.”
She acquiesced and he lathered then rinsed her long hair. When dry, her hair was thick and soft, but using some of the conditioner his sister had left the last time she’d stayed over, he reveled in the feel of the wet, silky tresses.
She turned, and with his back keeping the spray of water off her, she grinned before dropping to her knees. As she took his cock into her mouth, he groaned. “Babe, you don’t have to—”
She grasped his hips, and he felt her short fingernails digging into his ass. She bobbed up and down, working his length until all other thoughts fled his mind. With one hand cupping her head,