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“Did Anya win the case?” Wyatt asks and Tanner nods.
“They were about twenty-kay in debt and based on statements and receipts, it was because of the wife’s spending habits. Anya was able to fight for the fact that he had to use a huge chunk of the pay-out in order to pay off her debt. Another seven grand or so was spent on her funeral expenses and since they tried suing him, the money was put on hold, so he had to use their savings. It was a pretty open and shut case, and the family walked away with nothing.”
“Do we think it could be a hero-worship type of scenario?” Jax asks.
“Could be. But that could be the case with pretty much anyone. Anya is a damn good lawyer. She wins more than she loses, and since moving her practice here, she’s pretty much gotten her desired outcome on every case that’s come to her.”
“So we really aren’t any closer to figuring out who this fucker is.” Alec rips his hat off of his head and runs his fingers through his hair roughly before slamming it back on. I’m surprised the guy isn’t bald from the way he treats his hair and how much he wears a hat. I almost chuckle at that thought but manage to keep it to myself.
“Both of these guys match the size of who we caught on camera. Lean, not too tall. So I think it’s worth looking into. Put a tail on them for a few days.”
“Alright,” Alec nods. “That’s a good idea.” The meeting continues on for another forty-five minutes. Most of it spent having Alec hand out orders and assignments to everyone. Once he calls the meeting though, he asks me to stay back for a second.
“What’s up?” I ask once it’s only Alec, Wyatt, Tanner, and myself in the room.
“If it’s too much having her stay with you, I can force her to stay here. I know she won’t like it, but she’ll get over it.”
I force an air of indifference and lift my shoulders. “It’s not a big deal. I have the spare room, and she’s usually working on her computer anyways.” Alec looks thoughtful for a minute before finally nodding his head.
“Does she seem to be doing okay? As tough as she is, I have no doubt that this shit is hard on her.” He’s right. Anya may be tough as nails, but she’s also innocent.
“She seems to be doing okay. I’m sure she just wants it over with.”
“She’s not the only one.” He runs his hand over the back of his neck, uneasiness dripping from his demeanor. It hits me that this is probably just as hard for Alec as it is for Anya. She’s his sister and he’s the type of guy who takes care of what’s his. I want to tell him not to worry so much, that Anya’s mine now and I’ll fucking protect her with my life. But that’s a guaranteed way to get a gun to my fucking skull.
“We’ll get this shit figured out,” Tanner interrupts. “I promise.” Alec turns to him, assessing for a moment before he gives him a sharp nod.
“Yeah. Stay on it.”
With our conversation wrapped up, I glance at my watch and assume Anya won’t be back yet. Since Alec called a meeting, the women decided to get together at Wyatt and Nicole’s and have dinner. I’m sure they’ll start dispersing once Wyatt heads home in a bit. So I hurry and drive to town in order to pick up her favorite dessert.
By the time I get back, she’s back and already sitting on the couch wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts and watching Psych. It’s a ridiculous show, but I also kind of love it. I know Anya thinks I only watch it to humor her, but it really is some quality entertainment.
“Hey, you’re back.” Her smile is like a fucking drug. Every time I see it, I want more. Her face lights up with genuine happiness and it’s something I never want to change.
“Got dessert.” I walk over and set the bag down on the coffee table. As soon as she sees the logo for the small cafe she likes, she sits up and pounces like a dog with a bone. I can’t help but laugh at how excited she is. My woman loves sweets. Even when Alec has bar-b-ques and she stuffs herself with food, she always has room for s’mores.
I sit down on the couch next to her and it almost takes me by surprise when she shifts and rests her legs over my lap. She shifts so she can still see the TV and leans back on the cushion. She grabs one of the containers that has a double slice of the eclair cake she loves and a plastic fork, then digs in. Unconsciously, my hands begin to massage her feet, my thumbs digging into the arch and a moan slips from her lips.
“I can’t tell if those sounds are because of me or the cake.”
“Both.” She says it easily, and I laugh.
We’re quiet as we both become immersed in what’s going on on the TV. The antics of the fake psychic are a lot more interesting than one would think.
It’s two episodes later before Anya says anything, and the words out of her mouth aren’t what I was expecting. “So, what would you consider us?” My hands still from the action of massaging her calves.
“What do you mean?” She pulls her legs from my lap and sits up.
“I know this is kind of complicated.” She motions between us and the uncertainty in her voice puts me on alert. “But it’s real, right? I mean, it is to me at least. It wasn’t planned or anything, but I love you and want to be with you.” My body freezes from her words, and I know she notices because her mouth shuts instantly. I watch her eyes widen and her body flushes pink.
“Okay, I didn’t- I mean- I didn’t mean like- It’s okay if you don’t-” Without saying anything -because I really don’t know what the hell to say- I lean forward and wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag her mouth to mine in a rough kiss. She gives in instantly, shifting her body and climbing into my lap. The thin material of her underwear isn’t much of a barrier against my rough jeans. My grip doesn’t lessen as she becomes more and more forceful with our kiss. She may seem innocent and pliant, but Anya is anything but in the bedroom. She’s not afraid to take what she wants, and it’s so fucking sexy. Her hands move with a frantic pace to my jeans and begin to unbuckle them blindly without breaking our kiss. I lift my hips just enough to let her pull them down along with my briefs. I don’t even try to take her shorts off, only pulling them to the side enough to allow me access. I slide my finger along her slit, feeling how fucking wet she already is for me. I break our kiss in order to look her in the eyes while I line my cock up with her entrance.
“You’re mine, Anya. You’re mine.” Just as she opens her mouth to respond, I buck my hips up, penetrating into her roughly. She cries out and I fist my hand into her hair, slamming our mouths back together. She begins to ride me in perfect rhythm while our kiss is nothing but teeth and tongue and moans and groans. This isn’t romantic. This is fucking primal and needy, and exactly what we need. This is how I show her the truth. How I show her exactly how I feel.
I move my thumb to her clit and rub over the bundle of nerves with rough precision. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Show me how much you want me.”
“Bash! My name falling from her lips while she’s in the throes of passion is almost too much to fucking handle. I grip her hips and begin bucking up into her, desperate to get her right there with me.
