Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(44)

Cris sped up and took several hard, deep thrusts before falling still on top of Tilly, his lips finding hers and kissing her even as his cock still twitched inside her, slowly growing limp.

Tilly breathed in a deep, sated breath, scented with the men’s sweat and aroma of their lovemaking.

She heard a slap against an ass as she felt Cris jump a little, making her smile.

“Such a good boy you are,” Landry said in English as he untangled himself from the pile and headed for the bathroom. “Join me in the shower?”

“Yes, Sir.” He kissed Tilly. “Want to join us?”

She didn’t really need a shower now. She just wanted to curl up with them and fall asleep, but she wouldn’t say no to shower cuddling.

“Sure,” she said, letting him help her out of bed.

Landry cuddled Tilly between them in the shower. “Love you, pets,” he said.

“Love you, Sir,” Tilly mumbled, struggling to stay awake.

She felt Cris lean in and kiss Landry. “Love you, Master,” he said.

“How come you don’t call me Master all the time, love?” Landry teased her. A familiar, playful jab.

“Because I don’t always feel like it, Sir Fussypants.”

That earned her a deep laugh. “Nothing like a switchy Domme nurse to keep me in line, eh, Cris?”

“You’re telling me, Master. But I sure do love her.”

Her smile widened. “Love you, too, Master.”

“Hey,” Landry joked. “How come he got a Master?”

“Because I felt like it.”

It felt good to hear both men laughing.





Chapter Fifteen


Monday morning, Loren and Tilly were still at home and getting Katie ready for the trip to the office.

“Do you think Ross would let me hire you to be me for me?” Tilly asked.

“I actually understood what you meant,” Loren said. “I don’t know if that should worry or amuse me.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’ll get through this, sweetie.” Loren zipped up the diaper bag. “This is an adjustment, that’s all. Once you get your feet back under you and get a routine going, you’ll be balls-to-the-wall again.”

“Is that what this is? My routine’s off?”

Loren snorted. “Seriously? You’re asking me that? You are a creature of habit. It took me and Ross just a couple of days of you living with us to realize that. How do you think we were able to stabilize you so quickly and get you back on your feet? We matched our routine to yours.”

“Really?”

“Really. You’re a stubborn Taurus, honey. Routines-R-Us.”

Tilly sank into one of the kitchen chairs and thought about it. “Son of a bitch.”

“Language.”

“Oh, seriously. She’ll be swearing by the time she’s five.”

“That’s not a good thing, usually.”

“You’re right. About the routine. How did I never realize that before?”

“Because you didn’t need to realize it. You just did it.”

The doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Loren asked.

“Do I look like I have super powers?” Tilly got up and headed to the living room. When she looked through the viewfinder, she found two men standing there, one a uniformed police officer, and the other she suspected was a detective.

Just to be sure, she called out, “Can I help you?”

The man she thought was a detective held up an official photo ID in a badge holder. “My name is Detective Rogers. I’m looking for Cris Guerrero.”

She opened the door as Loren walked up behind her. “I’m his…partner. What’s going on?”

He consulted a notepad. “Your name, ma’am?”

“Tilly LaCroux. What’s this about?”

“May we come in?”

Tilly looked at Loren, who nodded. Tilly opened the door wider and let them in.

A bad feeling settled over her, a certainty. “Is this about Landry? Is he okay?”

“Ma’am, can you sit down, please?”

“Why?” Panic started setting in. She felt Loren easing her over to the couch. “Don’t tell me something happened to Lan or Cris!”

“No, ma’am. I’m here about Sofia Guerrero.”

“What? She’s in jail. Her probation officer revoked her. She’s got a hearing next Wednesday. Cris is her cousin.”

Loren grabbed her hand and held on tight. “Honey, be quiet. I think he’s trying to tell you something.”

The detective nodded. “I’m sorry, but there’s no easy way to break this news to you. Sofia Guerrero died this morning.”

“What?”

“There was an incident at breakfast. The details are still being sorted out.”

“Dead?”

“Someone attacked her.”

“Oh, shit,” Loren breathed. “I’ll call Landry.”

Tilly was barely aware of Loren letting go of her hand and hurrying from the room.

Tilly looked from one man to the other. “This is some really bad joke, right? Or like a bad investigation ploy to throw people off the trail? She can’t be dead. She was in jail.”