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Fast and hard, us both left panting and gasping for breath, or slow and sweet, hours of being connected in the most intimate of ways, it didn’t matter. Every time was better than the last, each orgasm he gave me more soul-shattering than the one before.
His teeth left my shoulder, soothing the sensitive area with his tongue as he kissed and sucked his way to my ear. He pulled my lobe between his teeth, this nip much more tender, and grunted, “I’m there, Pippie.”
“Yes,” I hissed as my head turned, capturing his mouth with my own. I didn’t tease, didn’t ask permission as I slid my tongue in to meet his.
His pace never slowed, his fingers expertly working me right in time with his cock, and it was only a second later as my orgasm crashed down on me. I moaned into his mouth and as my spasms wrapped around him, he found his own release, a strangled cry that I devoured.
His hips stilled, but he brushed a hand down my arm, kissing the curve of my neck. “I love you.” His words were muffled, but I still understood them.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
With a groan, Lawson pulled away from me. I hated that part, when I lost him and lost the completeness I felt when we were joined together. He growled into my ear, “You are a bad influence, Piper Kelley. Always have been. You know I hate being late.”
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. “We’ve got half an hour before we’re supposed to be there.”
With his thumb and forefinger, he grasped my chin to turn my head to face him. His eyes were narrowed, but they were clear.
Satisfied.
He could grumble about being late all he wanted, but he was the one who had made the mistake of walking past me with no clothes on. I tipped my face to his to kiss him, but he pulled back. “It’s the first family dinner since…well, you know. Mom’s probably cooked enough food to feed the entire street.”
I did know.
It had been a month since he’d finally figured out the last piece of the puzzle. If it had happened to anyone else, I would have thought it was a story line written for Days of Our Lives. But, unfortunately, it wasn’t only real life, but our reality.
“Will Hampton be there?” I asked tentatively.
Lawson nodded. “Mom says he will. Which is another reason we can’t be late.”
I was surprised.
Since Smith had been hauled away in handcuffs, we hadn’t seen Hampton. He answered texts, although they were generic responses that could have been typed out by a robot, but aside from that, we got nothing from him.
Lawson stroked a hand down my arm, my flesh pebbling all over again, and I said, “Don’t even try to pin this on me. This is your fault.”
“What?” he asked innocently. “I can’t help it that I’m irresistible. It’s my geekish charm.”
My lips curved into a smile and I brought his fingers to my face to kiss them. “Nice try. But you’re still not supposed to use your hand much. And I’m pretty sure you used your hand a lot just now.” I looked at the knuckles that had almost finished healing. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin them, you know. How would you have ever continued hacking without your hands?”
After Lawson had been treated in the emergency room for broken bones in his hand, we’d spent hours being questioned by the police, the FBI, and the DEA. It had been the longest night of my life, worse than even my most grueling rotations in medical school.
But it was through the questioning that I’d learned the truth.
Smith Jones Reed was a con artist.
His real name was Adam Stanley.
And he was the man Lawson and his partner Pieters had been looking for, without luck.
He’d spent years moving from state to state, using his good looks and charm to milk money out of people.
And it wasn’t just men he’d conned over the years.
It seemed he was somewhat of a chameleon and could be whoever he needed to be in order to get what he wanted. We learned he’d spent the last two years married to an older lady in Florida. The six months before that he’d been the play thing of an older gay man until he’d died, and for years before that countless other men and women.
We may never really know how many people he’d managed to take advantage of, and honestly, I didn’t think it would make any of us feel any better.
It was when his last money train had dried up that he’d joined forces with Josiah Shadblow and a few other men and had formed The Children of the Ministry. It had been an easy way to milk people out of money without having to get their hands dirty.
