her, as if reading her. He arched her back more, intensifying the unbearable friction as he plowed his hard erection into her.
Gemma cried out and Ford answered with a kiss. Then he moved his mouth down her neck to her breasts, slowing his movements to spend time there and keeping her orgasm hovering on a precipice.
But then he put his foot up on a step, lifting her leg and increasing the friction as he thrust into her. He strummed her to sizzling release.
Ford didn’t stop. Gemma cried out as her orgasm continued. Wild sensations gripped her and then began to taper off. She loved how he met her eyes as he reached his peak, ramming into her two, three more times, groaning.
Then he slowed and stopped, letting some of his weight down onto her as he caught his breath and settled down with her.
Trembling, ears ringing, she closed her eyes. “I can’t believe we did this again.”
“Damn it to hell.” He moved his leg, allowing her to straighten hers, and pulled out of her.
Standing, he jerked his pants on and looked down at her with mounting angst. Too many losses ravaged him, and this overwhelmed him. This uncontrollable connection they had wasn’t working for him.
Fine. It wasn’t working for her, either.
“Just go,” she said. She didn’t need to spend another minute with his regrets. Hers, either.
She pushed herself up off the stairs and went to get her jeans.
“You want me to go?”
Slipping her jeans back on, she looked at him. “Jed is dead. It’s not like his ghost is going to come to finish the job.”
“Gemma…”
“Don’t worry about anything. I’m fine. You’re fine. But this simply cannot keep happening.” She reached out her arm to point to the stairs.
“I know.” He scratched his head and raked his fingers through his blond hair. “I don’t get it.”
“Me, either.” But that was the least of her worries. “My ex was just murdered and everyone is going to think I did it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
His faith in her warmed her up a little. “You can’t be here anymore. You’ll be investigating Jed’s murder.” Yes, cling to that. He had to leave. Her self-preservation depended on it. He might be second-guessing now, but as soon as his wits returned, he’d be back to his distant self, compliments of his past.
He nodded. And then they fell into a long, tumultuous stare. She wanted him to stay and could see he wanted the same. But logic had to rule for now.
“I’ll get my things.”
Gemma nodded much the way he had, trying to hide how much it hurt to see how easy it was for him to agree. When he disappeared down the hall, she hugged her middle and kept repeating to herself that this was the right thing to do. It was the right thing. She just wished she felt that way.
* * *
The smell of prophylactic paste and some kind of sterile solution made Dillon move a step back from his six-foot-five, hulking dad. Curtis Monroe’s round glasses sat crooked on his face. Hair parted to the side was getting gray, and his light brown pants were creased at the tops of his thighs from sitting all day. His appearance clashed with his size. A middle-aged dentist with a serious self-image complex, Curtis Monroe was stuck in his own confused bubble, believing in Samuel Grayson’s seminars and dabbling in something secret.
“When are you going to get a job?” his dad asked, and not so nicely. He’d been after him all summer. “You’re going to be a senior. It’s time you started taking on some responsibility.”
“I’ve been looking.” Only cult members or those friendly to them got jobs in this town. But he couldn’t tell his dad that. His dad wouldn’t listen.
“Not hard enough. You go out tomorrow and stop by the organic food market.”
“Okay.” It was easier to agree than argue. He had no intention whatsoever of going to a market run by a bunch of crazy people.
He was about to go up the stairs to his room when his mom staggered into the living room from
Gemma cried out and Ford answered with a kiss. Then he moved his mouth down her neck to her breasts, slowing his movements to spend time there and keeping her orgasm hovering on a precipice.
But then he put his foot up on a step, lifting her leg and increasing the friction as he thrust into her. He strummed her to sizzling release.
Ford didn’t stop. Gemma cried out as her orgasm continued. Wild sensations gripped her and then began to taper off. She loved how he met her eyes as he reached his peak, ramming into her two, three more times, groaning.
Then he slowed and stopped, letting some of his weight down onto her as he caught his breath and settled down with her.
Trembling, ears ringing, she closed her eyes. “I can’t believe we did this again.”
“Damn it to hell.” He moved his leg, allowing her to straighten hers, and pulled out of her.
Standing, he jerked his pants on and looked down at her with mounting angst. Too many losses ravaged him, and this overwhelmed him. This uncontrollable connection they had wasn’t working for him.
Fine. It wasn’t working for her, either.
“Just go,” she said. She didn’t need to spend another minute with his regrets. Hers, either.
She pushed herself up off the stairs and went to get her jeans.
“You want me to go?”
Slipping her jeans back on, she looked at him. “Jed is dead. It’s not like his ghost is going to come to finish the job.”
“Gemma…”
“Don’t worry about anything. I’m fine. You’re fine. But this simply cannot keep happening.” She reached out her arm to point to the stairs.
“I know.” He scratched his head and raked his fingers through his blond hair. “I don’t get it.”
“Me, either.” But that was the least of her worries. “My ex was just murdered and everyone is going to think I did it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
His faith in her warmed her up a little. “You can’t be here anymore. You’ll be investigating Jed’s murder.” Yes, cling to that. He had to leave. Her self-preservation depended on it. He might be second-guessing now, but as soon as his wits returned, he’d be back to his distant self, compliments of his past.
He nodded. And then they fell into a long, tumultuous stare. She wanted him to stay and could see he wanted the same. But logic had to rule for now.
“I’ll get my things.”
Gemma nodded much the way he had, trying to hide how much it hurt to see how easy it was for him to agree. When he disappeared down the hall, she hugged her middle and kept repeating to herself that this was the right thing to do. It was the right thing. She just wished she felt that way.
* * *
The smell of prophylactic paste and some kind of sterile solution made Dillon move a step back from his six-foot-five, hulking dad. Curtis Monroe’s round glasses sat crooked on his face. Hair parted to the side was getting gray, and his light brown pants were creased at the tops of his thighs from sitting all day. His appearance clashed with his size. A middle-aged dentist with a serious self-image complex, Curtis Monroe was stuck in his own confused bubble, believing in Samuel Grayson’s seminars and dabbling in something secret.
“When are you going to get a job?” his dad asked, and not so nicely. He’d been after him all summer. “You’re going to be a senior. It’s time you started taking on some responsibility.”
“I’ve been looking.” Only cult members or those friendly to them got jobs in this town. But he couldn’t tell his dad that. His dad wouldn’t listen.
“Not hard enough. You go out tomorrow and stop by the organic food market.”
“Okay.” It was easier to agree than argue. He had no intention whatsoever of going to a market run by a bunch of crazy people.
He was about to go up the stairs to his room when his mom staggered into the living room from
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