With both of us naked, he rolled us over again. I was on top, and my breasts were in his hands. His mouth explored my chest and neck, nibbling gently on my flesh. I rocked back and forth on my knees, rubbing against him. The feeling of his hardness against my clit teased me until I was dripping wet.
Every movement teased my opening and made me crave him more. Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I gripped him in my hand and guided him inside. Lowering my body, I gasped as he filled me. I was in control of how deep he went, but I needed all of him. I slid all the way down, as if my body was made for his.
Jeremiah gripped my hips, and I fell forward. His mouth found my nipple again as I bounced on top of him. It was like a nerve went straight from my nipple to my clit, sending sensations down below that were unbelievable and brought me to the edge immediately.
I came once, rocking back and forth on top of him, my clit rubbing against his pelvis and my nipple in his mouth. Jeremiah kept me moving on top of him as my body writhed and flailed from the pleasure.
As my orgasm subsided, I continued riding him. I moved up and down, grinding and rocking. I felt him against every inch of my insides, and I loved it.
Jeremiah released my nipple and cupped my face in his hands, bringing me closer to him. I fell forward and we kissed, deeply and passionately. His tongue moved in and out of my mouth much like his cock was moving in and out of my pussy.
My hands were on his chest, my nails digging into his flesh as another orgasm hit me hard. My thighs cramped up, but Jeremiah helped keep me moving, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible.
Then he held me close, rolling us over together, his cock never leaving my pussy. He hovered on top of me, plowing in and out of me, kissing me and touching me in ways I never thought he’d touch me. His rough hands moved over my body, exploring and savoring it beneath him.
I knew he was close.
Remembering how it felt when he came inside me, I was brought to the edge again. Thinking about him filling me with his seed, and maybe one day putting a baby inside me, brought to climax. I tightened around him as he throbbed inside me. We came together, our bodies rocking and writhing with pleasure until every last drop of his cum was spent.
Jeremiah lowered his head, resting his forehead against mine. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, staring deep into mine. He kissed my lips and remained sheathed inside me.
We stayed like that for a few moments, kissing and touching, our bodies joined together.
If there was any regret left inside him, I didn’t see it.
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I awoke the next morning, fully planning on staying in bed as long as possible. It was Sunday, and even though I spent many Sundays at the office, I’d planned to spend this one with Jeremiah and the babies.
I woke with Jeremiah that morning. He hopped out of bed, ready to prepare breakfast for the girls. I threw on some clothes, ready to help him. I grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket, making sure it hadn’t been damaged in last night’s activities.
There was a missed call and a voicemail. I recognized the number right away.
Jeremiah saw the look on my face. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, just a work thing. I’ll check it later.” I moved put the phone away, but Jeremiah must have read my expression, seen how badly I needed to take the call.
“I’ve got this,” he said. “I’m used to making their bottles in the morning by myself. It’s all good. Take the call, Elle.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
He popped over to my side of the bed and gave me a kiss before leaving the room. My lips were still tingling with the warmth of his when I called Lauren Holt back.
“You wanted to speak with me?” she said dryly.
“Do you mind meeting me at my office later this afternoon?”
“I’d rather do it now,” she said. “I have a family gathering later today.”
I was surprised by how willing she was to meet with me, and I didn’t want to press my luck. I hated leaving Jeremiah, but he was used to this. And besides, this was for him. I wanted to clear his name, and I thought maybe Lauren could help with that. Maybe she’d be willing to talk to me. After I witnessed what had happened at her parents’, I thought perhaps she’d be more talkative than when the police had questioned her.
“Yeah, sure, give me about fifteen minutes or so to get into the office.”
“I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
God, I hated her. But I needed her. I had questions for her. I didn’t want to upset Jeremiah by telling him the plan, so I told him it was a work thing. Not a complete lie.
Jeremiah kissed me goodbye at the door, a baby in each arm. I had to laugh at the sight, something I never thought I’d see, but he looked so natural.
And I was happy that I could be part of his little family.
I rushed into town, the roads having been cleared. Lauren was standing outside the office building when I got there. She was leaning against the wall, staring at her phone and tapping her fingers against her jacket impatiently.
“Finally,” she muttered.
“I got here as quickly as possible,” I said, unlocking the office door.
She hustled in as soon as the door was open, not so much as a thank you for holding the door open for her.
We walked into my office, and I shut the door even though no one else was there. Just a habit, especially since we were going to be discussing something very personal.
I took a seat at my desk and Lauren sat across from me.
“So I’m assuming this is about the interview the other day, and I can explain. I-”
I held my hands up. “It’s not about that, actually.”
She snapped her mouth shut in surprise and stared at me.
“I have a few questions about James Fitzhenry.”
Lauren reached for her purse and began to stand up. “I already told the police and the Feds that I don’t know anything.”
“But your car was outside his place that night.”
She stopped, putting her bag back down in her lap. She returned to a seated position. “What? That’s not possible.”
“So you weren’t outside James’ house the night he disappeared?”
“No, I-I was out of the country, as I told the Feds.”
“For how long?”
“For almost a year.”
“And you never came back to Liberty? Not at all during that time?”
“I don’t have to answer these questions,” she sniffed. “You’re not a cop.”
“No,” I said, leaning back in my chair and steeping my fingers, carefully studying her. “Yet you’re still here. You didn’t storm out after I mentioned your car. Why’s that?” “Because I want to know what happened to James as much as everyone else. He was my ex, yes, but I still cared about him.” Lauren kicked her chin out and stared me straight in the eyes.
“You know what I think? You killed him because he wouldn’t take you back.”
Lauren scoffed out a laugh. “Impossible. I wasn’t even in the country, as I’ve said several times.”
“If that’s true, then why was your car outside of his place the night he disappeared?”
“I didn’t even have my car at the time. My brother did because his was in the shop…” As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized they had been a mistake. She clamped her jaw shut and refused to look at me.
“So Alex was at James’ place? Why’s that?”
“There’s no reason he should have been, and I don’t believe that my car was outside his house.” Her voice was weaker, less certain. She was hiding something, protecting her brother, but why? And from what?
“We need to tell the police about this.”
“I’m done here,” Lauren announced. She grabbed her purse, stood up, and hurried out of my office. I followed her, but she refused to say another word.
I followed her all the way to her stupid car, which looked so out of place on the streets of Liberty. It would look out of place anywhere, which is exactly why Violet remembered it. And I believed her.
Lauren got behind the wheel of her car and drove off. If she wouldn’t go to the police, it left me with very little choice. Luckily, the sheriff, Teddy, and I were old friends. I had his number stored in my phone. I trusted him more than the Feds, so I called him while standing out on the street.
“Teddy, I think I have a break in the James Fitzhenry case.”
I told him everything I knew.