Page 120 of Holden’s Resurrection

“I’m afraid if we don’t find this guy before he hurts another girl, Jonny will do something stupid.”

“Like what?”

That was something he wasn’t talking about with Charleigh. He and the guys had had a long talk after Jonny had taken off and they’d come up with three likely scenarios. The first was that Jonny would quit the force. There was a place at Gemini Group for Jonny if he left the sheriff’s department. Option two was Jonny would find the guy on his own and mete out justice. That justice would not be going through the proper legal channels, which would land Jonny’s ass in jail. And the third was something Holden didn’t want to think about. That outcome was unacceptable and all the men would go to great lengths to ensure it didn’t happen.

Knowing he needed to answer, Holden went with the least of the three and told her.

“Like quit the department. Jonny’s a good cop. He cares about the citizens of Kent County. It’d be a shame if he quit.”

“I agree. I don’t know him well, but I like him. And Rory adores her uncle Jonny. She talks about him all the time.”

Rory adored everyone. The girl came by it honestly—Macy was the same way.

Silence fell and Holden figured he’d give her a minute to digest everything he’d told her, process it, and file it away before he moved their night along. He didn’t want to rush her but there was only so much a man could take, between her soft tits pressing against his side and her bare ass under his palm, which meant her bare pussy was a mere slide of his hand away.

Charleigh’s hand did a slow glide down Holden’s stomach while simultaneously pressing her lips to his chest.

“Are we done talking?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good,” she mumbled and engaged her tongue, swirling it around his nipple.

Holden shifted and curled his hand around Charleigh’s thigh, but before he could maneuver her where he wanted, she slanted her leg across his, opening herself to Holden. Without delay, he accepted her invitation and slid his hand around and down and found her pussy already wet. He pushed two fingers in and he felt her moan vibrate across his chest.

“Mouth, baby,” Holden demanded.

She gave him one last swipe around his nipple and tipped her head back. Holden tucked his chin and captured her mouth at the same time her hand wrapped around his cock. He’d meant to start slow and work her up but when Charleigh’s fist started stroking him hard and fast, he deepened the kiss and pumped his fingers until she was rocking her hips, chasing an orgasm he wasn’t going to let her have.

He slowed his hand but slanted his head and took more of her mouth. The kiss went straight to out-of-control—deep, wet, and wild. Charleigh’s hips bucked, still on the verge of coming but Holden keeping her on the edge.

He tore his mouth from hers and stroked faster.

“Knees,” he grunted.

Charleigh scrambled to the side, got to her knees, ripped his tee off, tossed it aside, then her hands hit the mattress and she presented him with her fine, round ass.

He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before he moved in behind her.

“You wanna come, Charleigh?” he asked as he curled his body over hers and moved one hand around to her front and flicked his thumb over her clit.

With his chest pressed to her back, he didn’t miss her body jolt, he didn’t miss the growl of need, and he really didn’t miss her ass pressing against his aching cock.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“You sure you’re ready? We can play awhile longer,” he teased and toyed with her clit until her legs were trembling and her groans were near-constant.

“You have one second to get inside of me, Holden, before I finish myself.”

“Oh, yeah? How will you finish yourself, baby? Will you rub here?” He lightly circled her clit. “Or do you need to be filled up?” He roughly pushed his finger in her wetness and finger-fucked her until her back arched and her head fell forward.

“I need both.”

Holden pulled his fingers free, grabbed his cock, and once he was lined up, he slammed home.

Charleigh was so primed and ready, she came around his shaft on his second stroke. She continued to come as he roughly drove in. After the weekend’s events, having her back—really having her in a permanent way, her agreeing to be his wife—he couldn’t hold back so he didn’t. He didn’t take her slow and sweetly, he just took. He took everything that had always been his. He gave her everything that they’d missed.

“Honey,” she moaned.