meth house to the next. He’s also driven by your work.”
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to remain quiet, knowing Mace wasn’t done.
“He was around here today while you were out. Headed into your backyard. I’ve had someone on Jo since I received the call. I have no idea what the hell he’s playing at or what he wants, but he headed down to a rundown shithole earlier, to buy drugs I assume, and somehow the motherfucker gave my boy the slip. So here I am. That was about an hour before I came to you.”
I forced myself to remain calm rather than shouting at the top of my voice and throwing my bottle across the veranda. That would most definitely get Jo out of bed. I forced a deep, calming breath in and out while I attempted to keep hold of the rage threatening to spill out. “You think he’s coming back here?” My jaw ticked as I spoke. “He’ll be in breach of his parole, right? Any drug test, he’ll fail, plus being near our house.”
“No idea if he’ll be coming back here, brother. I just wanted to be here until I manage to get my hands on him tomorrow, which I will. It may be nothing, but the fact that he’s no doubt high as a kite concerns me.” He remained quiet for a moment. “And yes to the parole. What do you want to do about it?”
Lifting my arms, I placed my hands on top of my head, clasping my fingers together. The only thing that prevented me from calling the local police station, or getting Mace to call it in to his friends still on the force, was the fact I wanted words with him beforehand. Once I had, I would make the call so he’d be thrown back in jail, where he belonged. “As soon as you find him, tell me. I’m going to be there.”
“You sure about that?”
I gave him a hard stare.
“Okay, Liam. I’ll let you know. You going to tell Jo?”
A deep sigh escaped. I was tired. Tired of keeping stuff from Jo and damn tired of worrying about her. “After tomorrow, I will. She’ll find out sooner or later anyway. I can’t keep crap from that woman.”
Mace laughed. “Ain’t that the truth.”
I smiled a fraction before standing. “Thanks, Mace. I’m going to bed. You good? Know where you’re staying?”
He nodded.
Heading inside, I turned before sliding the door closed behind me. “Just so you know, I agree with what Jo said to you earlier. You need to step up and be an uncle, and I need to pull my head out of my arse and stop blaming you. I’m sorry, brother.”
I spotted his brisk nod and then headed inside. I needed to be tucked in bed with Jo, away from thoughts of David and the nightmares of our past.
My favourite way to wake up was with Jo’s mouth wrapped around my cock. My second was to wake while she was fast asleep, so I could rouse her with my mouth. And that was exactly what I did.
Everything about Jo’s body was changing. Obviously, her breasts were bloody fantastic. They were always amazing and I loved paying them lots of attention, but as swollen as they were, was something I could definitely get used to. It was more than that, though. There were the subtle differences, her scent and taste for one.
My mouth between her thighs, I inhaled deeply before I went to town. She was always sweet, but with her pregnancy, her sweetness was that much tastier; plus, she seemed to open up even easier before me with the shift in her hormones. Legs wide, I released a satisfied groan as she began to ride my face. She was in that awesome middle ground of sleep and awake. I knew from experience when she was going down on me as I slept, that it was the time when I thought I may be dreaming. I was always so goddamn relieved when I woke up and realised I wasn’t.
Her hands clamped down on my head.
She was definitely awake. She ground herself harder against me, never one to shy away from showing and telling me what she wanted, and Christ, I was the harder for it. I knew she was ready for my fingers, and most definitely for my cock, once she chanted my name.
My
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to remain quiet, knowing Mace wasn’t done.
“He was around here today while you were out. Headed into your backyard. I’ve had someone on Jo since I received the call. I have no idea what the hell he’s playing at or what he wants, but he headed down to a rundown shithole earlier, to buy drugs I assume, and somehow the motherfucker gave my boy the slip. So here I am. That was about an hour before I came to you.”
I forced myself to remain calm rather than shouting at the top of my voice and throwing my bottle across the veranda. That would most definitely get Jo out of bed. I forced a deep, calming breath in and out while I attempted to keep hold of the rage threatening to spill out. “You think he’s coming back here?” My jaw ticked as I spoke. “He’ll be in breach of his parole, right? Any drug test, he’ll fail, plus being near our house.”
“No idea if he’ll be coming back here, brother. I just wanted to be here until I manage to get my hands on him tomorrow, which I will. It may be nothing, but the fact that he’s no doubt high as a kite concerns me.” He remained quiet for a moment. “And yes to the parole. What do you want to do about it?”
Lifting my arms, I placed my hands on top of my head, clasping my fingers together. The only thing that prevented me from calling the local police station, or getting Mace to call it in to his friends still on the force, was the fact I wanted words with him beforehand. Once I had, I would make the call so he’d be thrown back in jail, where he belonged. “As soon as you find him, tell me. I’m going to be there.”
“You sure about that?”
I gave him a hard stare.
“Okay, Liam. I’ll let you know. You going to tell Jo?”
A deep sigh escaped. I was tired. Tired of keeping stuff from Jo and damn tired of worrying about her. “After tomorrow, I will. She’ll find out sooner or later anyway. I can’t keep crap from that woman.”
Mace laughed. “Ain’t that the truth.”
I smiled a fraction before standing. “Thanks, Mace. I’m going to bed. You good? Know where you’re staying?”
He nodded.
Heading inside, I turned before sliding the door closed behind me. “Just so you know, I agree with what Jo said to you earlier. You need to step up and be an uncle, and I need to pull my head out of my arse and stop blaming you. I’m sorry, brother.”
I spotted his brisk nod and then headed inside. I needed to be tucked in bed with Jo, away from thoughts of David and the nightmares of our past.
My favourite way to wake up was with Jo’s mouth wrapped around my cock. My second was to wake while she was fast asleep, so I could rouse her with my mouth. And that was exactly what I did.
Everything about Jo’s body was changing. Obviously, her breasts were bloody fantastic. They were always amazing and I loved paying them lots of attention, but as swollen as they were, was something I could definitely get used to. It was more than that, though. There were the subtle differences, her scent and taste for one.
My mouth between her thighs, I inhaled deeply before I went to town. She was always sweet, but with her pregnancy, her sweetness was that much tastier; plus, she seemed to open up even easier before me with the shift in her hormones. Legs wide, I released a satisfied groan as she began to ride my face. She was in that awesome middle ground of sleep and awake. I knew from experience when she was going down on me as I slept, that it was the time when I thought I may be dreaming. I was always so goddamn relieved when I woke up and realised I wasn’t.
Her hands clamped down on my head.
She was definitely awake. She ground herself harder against me, never one to shy away from showing and telling me what she wanted, and Christ, I was the harder for it. I knew she was ready for my fingers, and most definitely for my cock, once she chanted my name.
My
Similar Books
