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“Something for charity or something?”
“It’s for veterans, kind of like a wounded warrior vibe. I try to do one every year. I even made Nathan run with me once.” She snorts, both of us know how much he probably hated that.
“Huh… I’m surprised I didn’t hear about it while I was there.” I go through my mental log of all the things I heard in the news while I was in New Hope, but nothing stands out. A run for veterans… It sets off alarm bells in my head, but I don’t let Thea in on it.
The Army’s case against Jameson’s group is still pending, but I’m done investigating him now that my chapter is closed in Texas. Yet, I can’t help but see an opportunity here. Would he come out of hiding? Expose himself for his cause?
“It’s actually in Lawson. They probably advertise it over there more. It’s great for local business though, the library usually sponsors a few teens who want to run. I’m going to give my ribbon to Dennis when I’m done.” She goes on, talking about some of the past 5ks, but my mind is still distracted, my thoughts unsettled by her mention of Dennis.
From what she’d told me, he woke from his coma but was still recovering in the hospital. Malec relayed that there haven’t been any sightings of Derrick, Mitch, or Jameson there either.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I have to call someone from work. I’ll call you in a little bit.”
“Sure, talk to you later. I love you.” I’ll never get tired of hearing that.
“I love you, too.” I end the call, immediately dialing the next.
“Hey, what do you know about this 5k in Lawson tomorrow?” I ask Malec as soon as he answers.
Chapter Forty-Five
Thea
Ipull my hair out of the top knot on my head now that I’m freshly showered and shaved. One less thing I need to worry about in the morning before the race. I didn’t train for this one, I don’t usually have to for 5ks since I run so much anyway, but my ritual remains the same.
Somehow I know that I’ll run faster if my legs are shaved, or if I’m wearing neon socks, but especially when I do double French braids in my hair. That’s something that I swear by, and I’ll do it first thing in the morning before I leave home.
I walk through the doorway into my room and shriek like a little girl, almost dropping my towel. “Oh my God!”
Jesse’s sitting on my bed with a sly grin, his hair is slightly shorter and his facial hair is all cleaned up and trimmed. He’s as handsome as ever.
“Surprise.” He laughs, making me smile. It spurs me into action and I run at him, launching onto his lap. My momentum knocks him back, taking me with him.
I end up straddling him with the towel pooled around my waist, his hands firmly planted on my ass from trying to catch me when I jumped.
“I missed you,” I whisper, kissing his lips. His fingers flex against my backside when I deepen the kiss, not letting him up for air. The hardness in his jeans is pressed right where I want it.
I’ve been dreaming about this since he left three weeks ago. With so much time alone to think, I concluded that I’m done holding back. I don’t want to wait any longer to be with Jesse. Even if it takes us all night, I plan on being thoroughly fucked by the love of my life.
“This is a warm welcome,” he says breathlessly when I finally give his mouth reprieve and we sit back up. His eyes are hooded and he does not look at all bothered that I practically tackled him.
He glances down at my naked breasts, their proximity even closer since I’m on his lap. My nipples are hard and eager to be touched.
My hands thread into his hair, keeping his face level with my chest. “Kiss me,” I request desperately. He tries to pull back to look in my face, but I keep his head where it is, pushing even closer to his face. “Kiss me, here.” My voice is breathy and full of need.
He lets out a breath of relief, and the air skates across my skin making me inhale sharply. His mouth descends on me and my heart beats faster. When the warmth meets my pebbled flesh, I whimper in satisfaction. It’s everything that I ever could have expected.
His tongue flicks out across my nipple and my whole body lights up. I never believed it when I read about women in my books having orgasms from nipple stimulation, but now I very much believe it to be possible.
I pull his head closer, my bare pussy grinding in his lap. “More, please,” I beg. He takes my invitation and runs with it, ravaging my breasts. Kissing, biting, sucking.
I know there will be hickeys tomorrow, and I hope there are. I want to be thoroughly owned and marked by him. Each time he suctions his mouth to me, I feel it as if it’s being directly applied to my clit. That needy part of my body is throbbing in anticipation for him.
His hands have stayed steady on my ass, not straying an inch. I know it’s solely for my benefit. He’s still determined not to cross any boundaries, and I love him for it.
“Touch me, Jesse.” His head whips up to look at me when he processes my words.
“What? Where?” He asks desperately, always willing to give me anything I want.
