Keeping Blossom by C. M. Steele Page A

had your accident then, ma’am. It was actually very beneficial to Mr. Parker and to the case.”
    “I didn’t tell David because I don’t want to stress him out. Plus, I don’t know if he even remembers her yet.”
    “Can you give us any more information on her and anything you think may be important?” He got his notepad ready, but I stick out my hand for it. It’s just easier if I write certain things down. Luckily, I broke my left arm instead of my right.
    I spent the next ten minutes jotting down his address, phone number, everything about Molly, and all that jazz for them to look into. They left me to rest with my Devin. Looking up at him, he’s sporting a grin. “What’s with the grin?”
    “Baby, you claim you’re not smart, but what you did was brilliant. If they had his information before they spoke with you, it might have given his assistant time to make something up or flee if she is involved. You did really good.”
    “But I was a horrible student,” I challenge. I struggled so bad that I thought I wouldn’t graduate.
    “Book smarts are not everyone’s forte. Maybe you’re just very street smart. Hell, you survived two weeks alone on the streets of Chicago with nothing to work with.”
    Reminding me of the time I was on my own, I think about Adam. “Oh, babe. How are you doing? I know you and Adam had problems, but he was still family.”
    “You’re right, love. It was a brutal and painful thing to do. As I looked down at him, all I felt was guilt, pain, and regret. I don’t know why he did what he did to you, but he was still my brother. Shirley and my father are having a hard time coping right now. They’ve asked us to come stay with them, but I don’t really think it’s a good idea.”
    “It’s not. They’re going to see me and it’s going to be a constant reminder of Adam. I’m surprised they want to see me at all.”
    “Why? You didn’t do anything wrong. Adam is the one who fucked up. He wasn’t broken up about you and me. He already had a girl.”
    “Yeah, but I didn’t tell them about his drug use. I saw all the pills and didn’t do anything.”
    “Sweetie, who were you going to call. You were on the street. Besides, we all knew. He was already facing a criminal charge that he wanted me to get him out of. I didn’t want it to happen because then he’d be forced into rehab where he needed to be.”
    “Thanks, Devin. You know how to make me feel better.”
    “Anything for my woman.”
    “Oh, really. Then I can’t wait until we get out of here because I could use some orgasms to make me feel better.”
    “Ha. I was thinking the same thing. Since you can’t cook for me, I’m going to have to find something to eat.” He growls, gripping my chin and kissing me. This is our first passionate kiss since he left the morning of the accident. I’ve missed this. Slipping my good hand into his hair, I pull him closer because he’s got my pussy pulsing. His hand moves in between my thighs over my hospital gown. He’s got no idea that I’m so close to coming, so I start pushing up on his hand, hoping he’ll slip some of those magic fingers under my gown and into my aching cooch.
    Like he’s reading my mind, his hands make their way right to where I need them and I’m moaning on contact. He cracks a smile about my mouth, then whispers, “Shush, babe, or I’ll have to stop. I can’t have those cops coming back in here when they hear you cry out. Do you want me to stop?”
    I can’t speak, so I vigorously shake my head no. He smiles then continues to tease my clit. Fuck, it feels amazing. My body is singing and dancing on the bed, and he catches my cries in his mouth. I come so violently, I’m surprised there’s no one knocking down the door.
    When I calm down, he slowly kisses my face before giving me a satisfied smile. “I love to hear you come. It’s like a badge of honor to hear my name shout from your incredible lips.” Slipping his fingers from my panties,