Organically Yours: Sanctuary, Book Five by Abbie Zanders (love letters to the dead txt) 📕

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Despite Doc’s presence, Tina didn’t sleep well. She tossed and turned and woke throughout the night, but she was certain she wouldn’t have gotten any sleep had she remained alone and in her cottage. At least when she was tucked up against Doc, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat with his arm wrapped protectively around her, she was able to stay the panic and think semi-rationally.

When the call of nature became impossible to resist, Tina attempted to slip out of bed. Doc was having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbled sleepily.

“To the bathroom. Got a problem with that?”

“Not as long as you come right back.”

She made no promises. After doing what she needed to do, Tina checked on Doc and found him fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, she crept quietly toward the front of the trailer, closing the partition behind her. Dawn was nigh, and her body was programmed to rise with it. Besides, her mind was too active, her thoughts too scattered to sleep.

First and foremost, she needed to find a good lawyer, preferably one who didn’t know her brothers and practiced outside of Sumneyville. If she was going to sign away her share in the farm, she wanted to make one hundred percent certain they were getting the best deal they could.

The next thing she had to do was face her crew, though chances were, they already knew. News—especially bad news—traveled quickly, and it probably wouldn’t come as a complete surprise. Those murmurings she’d overheard now made a lot more sense.

That morning in the orchards seemed like a lifetime ago. She wondered how long this had been going on and why she hadn’t been aware of any of it.

Regardless, she needed to talk to them. Once she knew what to tell them, that was.

Doc emerged from the bedroom, naked from the waist up and looking incredibly sexy. His hair was sleep-tousled and his jaw dusted in dark golden shadow, but his eyes were vibrant and alert.

“You didn’t come back,” he said accusingly.

She shifted slightly, crossing her arms to hide the sudden pebbling of her nipples.

“I can’t help it. I’m an early riser.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Doc

So was he, apparently, especially since Tina had been moving and shifting against him all night. His body didn’t care that she was dealing with life-altering issues. It only remembered what it felt like to be deep inside her and wanted desperately to do so again.

Thankfully, his big head held more sway over what happened than his little one. “Get dressed.”

“Why?”

“Because if I’m going to be functional at this hour, I’m going to need some of Sam’s crack coffee.”

“I should get back to town.”

“Not without breakfast,” he said firmly. “It’s still early. You have time.”

He turned and went back into the bedroom area, fully intending to get dressed and do exactly that—namely, head over to the dining room, get some coffee and breakfast, and then do whatever Tina needed him to do.

What he was not going to do was bend her over the bed and fuck her into orgasmic bliss.

The sneak attack from behind came without warning. One second, Doc was willing himself to calm down and consider Tina’s emotional needs above his physical ones. The next, she was launching herself onto his back.

The unexpected blow caught him off guard, the forward momentum making him stumble until his legs hit the bed and his upper body went down on top of it. Her thighs settled on either side of his waist, and it was then he realized that at some point, she’d gone commando.

His noble intentions fled instantly in a mass exodus of epic proportions.

“What if I counteroffer with an alternate eye-opener?” she asked, her mouth close to his ear.

He used his training and his bigger, stronger body to execute a swift, smooth move, one that put her beneath him. He was forced to question the wisdom of such a move when the maneuver placed his now-granite cock against her panty-less sex and only the thin layer of his cotton pajama pants between them.

“What did you have in mind?”

She reached between them and slid her hand into his waistband. She wrapped her fingers around him and did a pulling, stroking move that made his balls ache and his eyes cross. The woman simply had to touch him, and he was walking a razor’s edge.

“You’re not making it easy to do the honorable thing here.”

“Honorable thing?”

She kept stroking, which required him to pull upon the same self-discipline that had gotten him through BUD/s all those years ago.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re feeling vulnerable.”

Her wicked smile sharpened the ache. “Last night, I was feeling vulnerable. This morning, I’m feeling something entirely different.”

“What’s that?” he said through clenched teeth.

She reached down further between his legs, cupped his balls, and fondled him while gazing into his eyes. “Empty.”

He muttered several curses. He was a strong man, but he had no defense for this. He withdrew only long enough to shuck his bottoms and wrap his cock. Checking her readiness, he slid his fingers along her folds, finding her wet and oh-so ready.

Before long, he was pushing into her, savoring the feel of her tight sheath taking all of him, pausing only when his balls rested against her. “Okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

He began to move, impaling her with slow, thorough strokes. She arched up, countering his movements with a rhythmic clench and release while gripping his ass and curling her nails into his skin.

They’d had sex before, but this felt different. As if she was inviting him into more than just her body.

Afterward, as they lay in each other’s arms, Tina placed her hands around his face and kissed him tenderly. “Thank you. Now, I’m ready for coffee.”

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It felt natural to be walking into the dining room hand in hand with Tina. He was going to see about getting a coffeemaker though for those occasions when one early morning eye-opener wasn’t enough. Because there