It did mine.
Lucky for me, Savannah’s lips soothed the sting in the best way possible. Even with her skills being as rusty as my truck when I brought her, Savannah gives better head than any woman I know.
Recalling where I’ve been the last four hours, I adjust the thickness in my pants before drawing Savannah off my chest so I can see her eyes. I need them to quell the unease swirling in my gut. I’ve only had this feeling twice before. It was the two times I had Savannah’s life in my hands.
“Was Brax hurt?” Savannah questions, confused by the deep groove between my brows.
I shake my head. “No. It’s just. . .” A sigh finishes my sentence. “Something about this case is off.”
Savannah chews on the corner of her lip, making her look as youthful as she does in my memories. “You don’t think it’s a standard mugging?”
I shake my head again. “Have you heard from Damon lately?”
The quick squeeze of Savannah’s thighs answers my question on her behalf.
Cocking my head to the side, I arch a brow. “You didn’t give him money again, did you?”
Guilt grows in Savannah’s eyes before she shakes her head. “Jet said that’s the worst thing I could do.”
“It is. If you’re not going to listen to my advice, you should listen to Jet.”
Miraculously, I keep jealousy out of my tone. That is a first. Savannah only sees Jet as a friend; Jet returns her friendship, but I’m confident if I weren’t in the picture, he’d be happy to fill my spot.
“Where did you see Damon?”
“Outside that little bakery in town. He wanted to talk to Rylee.” Savannah lifts her too-easy-to-forgive eyes to me. “He asked about you. He misses you, Ry.”
I want to believe her, but I know that isn’t the case. Damon didn’t just break the promise we made over a decade ago; he crumbled it to pieces. He is more like our father than he’s ever been, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. Just like Chris, I’ll never give up on him; I just need him to put forth the same effort.
I run my hand down Savannah’s back, loving the boost of color it gives to her cheeks. “Did you give Damon the brochure I gave you?”
Her teeth graze her bottom lip as she nods. “He said your mom already gave it to him.”
“Ma gave him a drug counseling brochure?” Shock resonates in my tone.
Savannah smiles, wiping away my shit day in an instant. “Yeah. She’s getting better, Ryan. Maybe not at a pace suitable for everyone, but a step forward is better than a step back.” Her smile doubles, tripling the growth in my pants. “Did Brax tell you where he was planning to take Clara last night?”
The zeal in her voice shocks me. I haven’t heard her tone this high in months. Well, except when she’s screaming my name in ecstasy, but since I’m trying to ignore the rock in my pants, I’ll pretend I’m shocked.
When I shake my head, Savannah reveals, “Back to his apartment.”
My mouth gapes. “Brax doesn’t take girls back his apartment. That is the very first rule on his long list of many.”
“I know,” Savannah squeals, her voice piercing my eardrums. “That’s why I asked Mrs. Daphne for proof. Clementine had to show her how to work the camera on her phone, but there is no doubt Brax had a girl in his arms last night.”
She leans over to snag her cell off the bedside table to show me the proof firsthand. When she slams down onto my lap, we both freeze for a moment. If I weren’t wearing trousers, and she wasn’t wearing panties, we’d be. . .
No, don’t go there, Ryan.You are agrownman having anadultconversation with a woman you plan to marry one day.You are not an out-of-control teen.
Even Savannah thrusting a picture of Brax into my peripheral vision doesn’t dampen my excitement. The girl of my dreams is right here, directly in front of me.
I’d be a fool not to take advantage of the situation.
Faster than Savannah can snap her fingers, I swipe her wrists out from underneath her. She topples onto the mattress with a giggle, her fall softened by my outstretched hands. I’d never hurt her. . .not in a million years.
“Kiss me,” I demand, narrowing my mouth toward hers. The pout she makes shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
“I’m not kissing you, Ryan. I have horrible morning breath.” She folds her arms under her breasts, thrusting her glorious tits that have grown a little bigger the past three months into my line of sight.
