Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(47)

Her mouth fell open.

“What?” she yelped. “Why?”

I looked at her like she was a bit slow.

“Tell me,” I said. “How old were you when you did that? Sent that picture out to everybody?”

She swallowed, looking as if she’d rather punch herself in the face than answer my question.

“Nineteen,” she answered.

I nodded. Good.

“Dax was seventeen,” I told her. “Technically a minor according to the law.”

Her eyebrows pulled down as she looked at me with a confused expression on her face.

“Yeah, so?” she pushed, not quite understanding yet.

“So when you sent that picture to everyone, technically, you as the adult in the situation would’ve been tried as an adult if Dax had decided to pursue it,” I told her. “You could’ve faced a minimum of fifteen years in prison. You could’ve had to pay fines. Then, when you got out of prison, you would’ve been required, by law, to register as a sex offender.” I tilted my head. “And if that’s not bad enough, each time you moved, it’s your duty to inform your neighbors that you’re a sex offender. All over a naked picture of Dax’s backside you felt you needed to share.”

It took Rachelle a long moment to comprehend the severity of what she’d done.

“And he was nice and a lot more understanding than I would’ve been,” I continued. “Do you honestly think that you should’ve gotten away with what you did? And to top it off, years later, you’re just now apologizing for it?”

Rachelle didn’t have anything to say to that.

I kept going, though.

“And now you’re at his house, way past an acceptable time to randomly show at a person’s house, demanding to apologize. How does that make any sense whatsoever?” I wondered.

Rachelle clenched her fists.

“And honestly, I’m not really in the mood to deal with this right now,” I continued on as if she wasn’t looking like a lost little girl. “Now it’s time for you to run on home to your hubby. Get away from here and don’t come back.”

Rachelle stiffened.

Turning my back on Rachelle, I took the silent man’s hand that was beside me, pushed open the door he hadn’t yet had the chance to open all the way, and dragged him inside with me.

“Now where were we?” I teased, my hands splaying over his chest as I leaned into him.

His hand came up to press against the small of my back, urging me closer.

“We were just about to get to the good stuff,” he teased, his mouth coming down to the corner of my lips and pressing a light kiss there.

That one light kiss sent tickles down my spine and a swarm of butterflies to fight in my belly.

“You didn’t cuss once,” he said, his hand coming down to possessively cup my ass. “You went all lawyer on her and defended my honor.”

I had.

And I always would.

Not because I had a thing for Dax, though. But because he was such a good man.

He deserved to have someone throw down the gauntlet for him.

His mouth moved then to where my shoulders and neck met, nibbling on the sensitive skin.

“Dream about you now,” he murmured between kisses. “How you taste. What you’re doing. Whether I need to kick someone’s ass for you or not.”

I snorted. “Really? You dream about kicking peoples’ asses for me?”

He shrugged. “Last night’s dream was me being this badass who protected your honor. It was weird, and we ended up growing old with only dogs and cats that we named kids’ names.”

Snickering at the images that explanation brought forth, I leaned back and studied his face.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I told him. “Growing old with you.”

His eyes went a little heated as he said, “Yeah?”

I pressed against him more fully, feeling his erection dig into my belly.

“Oh, yeah.”

We didn’t waste any more words after that.

No, instead we told each other stories with our mouths and tongues, using them to lick, lathe, and suck.

When Dax finally sank into me minutes later, I was already on the downhill slide of an orgasm.

It didn’t matter, though.

Dax had a way with his mouth and cock, and it wasn’t long before I was following him over the precipice all over again.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice a rasp. “To have me so deep inside of you?”

“I d-don’t think I can explain,” I rasped, my pulse a rapid beat in my chest. “It feels… like everything.”

“Everything?” he panted, his hips working fast and smooth, taking me deep and hard.

“Every. Thing,” I repeated, my fists clenching on his thigh. “I can’t think when you’re in me, yet you’re expecting me to form a coherent sentence. I can’t do anything but feel you… and it feels like everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted. Thought I might need. Realized I didn’t have. You’re everything.”

His hands tightened on my hips for a few seconds, then he grunted out loudly, his impending release imminent.

“Fuuuuck,” he said. “You feel like everything to me, too. Like everything that’s all mine.”