Deceptive Truth: Cowboy Justice Association (Serials and Stalkers Book 4) by Olivia Jaymes (reading women .txt) 📕

"I trust you."

Those weren't words she used easily. Or often, to be honest. She did trust this man, with her life.

He pressed forward, his lips and tongue playing with a pebbled nipple while he entered her slowly, giving her ample time to get used to his size or to even say stop. Not that she was planning to do anything of the kind. If anything, she wanted to urge him to go faster. And she would have too if he hadn't completely taken her breath away. She couldn't have formed sentences if her life depended on it.

Once he was into the hilt, he stayed there for a long moment, his eyes closed, as if he was savoring the sensation. He began to move, pulling out and then thrusting in, slowly and gently at first, but then building up speed. With each clever stroke, he rubbed that spot inside of her that sent her into the clouds. It was as if they were hovering in the sky, zipping from star to star, making circles around the moon. The world had come down to only the two of them and the pleasure they created together.

Running her hands down his spine, she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. "More, Knox. I need...more."

It wasn't the most articulate of pleas but Knox seemed to understand, stroking that spot inside of her faster while using those talented fingers on her clit. She was close to exploding, her body bowed and her toes curled. At any moment, the world might shatter and break into pieces. Their damp flesh slapped together lewdly and the air was filled with the smell of sex and their breathy moans. They'd found the perfect rhythm and they would ride it over the edge.

When her orgasm hit, heat poured through her body like rivers of fiery hot lava. Throwing her head back, she whispered Knox's name as he, too, fell over the edge. She had to force her eyes to stay open so she could watch him, his expression one of agony and ecstasy all at the same time.

Eventually they collapsed, their damp limbs tangled together. Knox pulled the sheet over their rapidly cooling bodies as he tucked her into his side. Jenna wanted to say something, but she didn't have the words. How did she express what she was feeling when she barely understood it herself? It was so much more than anything she'd experienced before. Honestly, Knox was more than she'd ever expected. She'd grown weary and pessimistic these past few years regarding relationships, wondering if they were even worth the effort.

"Do you need anything, babe? Are you warm enough?"

She snuggled closer to him, his body heat keeping her cozy.

"I have everything I need."

Tomorrow they'd have to face the world, but tonight she'd pretend that they were the only two people left on earth. Just Knox, Jenna, and their love.

24

During the drive to Randy's house the next day, Knox changed his mind about a dozen times about even going there. He had to keep himself from turning around and heading back to Tremont and the safe house. He didn't fucking want to go to this stupid birthday party, but he did want to be there for his nephew's big day. Dylan was turning ten and the first double-digit birthday was always an event in a kid's life.

Randy had assured him that their dad was going to show up later in the day, which meant that Knox was going to be early to the damn party. Early to show up, and early to leave. It was a plan. But just because his dad wasn't going to be there didn't mean that Knox was anxious to deal with any of his other family members. By now, they all had to know that he'd questioned Cal about Lori's disappearance.

"We don't have to go. You can call them and tell them I got sick or something. You can blame it on me."

Bless his sweet Jenna. She was willing to be thrown under the bus so he didn't have to spend any time with his dysfunctional family.

"It wouldn't matter because they wouldn't believe me. I've avoided far too many family get-togethers for them to buy any story. The last few years I just stopped telling any story at all except that I didn't want to be there. That was the truth, after all. They didn't like it, but they couldn't argue except to tell me that we were family. For some bullshit reason that I'm still not clear on, a person is apparently supposed to put up with anything short of murder if it's from a human that you might share some DNA with. I'm perplexed about the whole thing but they seem quite sure about this rule. It's almost all they talk about. That and what a disappointment I am to the family."

Shit, he hadn't wanted to say that much. He sounded bitter and he really wasn't. He'd grown used to his relatives being crappy.

"I can't imagine how they could say that you're a disappointment. You're successful. And they do talk about that. What a great cop you are and all."

"They don't care about my job. They think being a cop is terrible. They only care about loyalty."

"They sound like the mafia."

Laughing, he couldn't disagree. "They would have made the Corleones proud. But enough about how I don't want to go. I'm guessing you don't want to go, either. This isn't going to be any fun for you. You probably should have stayed home with Eli."

"I couldn't let you do this alone."