Spencer-3 by Kathi S. Barton Page A

widening her legs as he pushed forward. Cupping her ass and pulling her closer to the edge, he buried his mouth over her.
    Spencer had had oral sex before and had enjoyed it. But when O’Malley gripped the back of his head by tangling her fingers in his hair and pulled him hard against her, he nearly came all over the shower floor. Christ, but she was wonderful.
    Licking and lapping, he avoided her clit as much as she would let him. He did brush against it with his tongue a couple of times, and she would cry out.
    The third time he did it; he pulled the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked it hard against the roof of his mouth as he tormented the little slit below it with his tongue. He slid two fingers into her sheath and spread them wide, touching her sweet spot with every pass. She nearly knocked him over with the force of her climax when it hit. Her juices flooded his mouth and he moaned at the taste. He kept fucking her with his fingers and tongue until he brought her to peak twice more in rapid succession.

    When she jerked his head away from her, begging him to stop, he stood, turned off the water, and picked her up. Not bothering with towels, he took her to the bed and laid her down. She looked up at him and he pulled out a foil packet and handed it to her.
    “Hurry. Please hurry. I need to be inside of you five minutes ago.” She had the condom on in record time and lay back, spreading her legs wide to accept him.
    His cock jerked hard and he knew he would never last once he was inside of her. Dropping down between her legs, he rocked into her and moaned. Heat, hot as lava and silky smooth, gripped him. Moving out of her to the tip of his engorged cock, he slammed forward and felt her pull him tighter inside of her.
    Primal need, the need to conquer, to claim, and to mark washed over him and he slammed into her again and again. She surged up with every one of his strokes until he could no longer tell her movements from his.
    When he came, he roared out his release. His body spurted and jerked into her, and he knew that he had never felt this powerful of a release before and that he would never again with any other woman. Falling forward, and then rolling to his back, his last thought was that he loved Cait O’Malley.

    ~CHAPTER 12~
    Cait woke to the sound of snoring. It was not a harsh or even a loud snore, but more of an exhausted breathing snore. She smiled as she tumbled out of bed.
    It took her several minutes to find her pants and several more before she found her guns. He must have gotten up sometime after they had gone back to bed after their romp in the shower and put them between the towels in his linen closet. She thought about taking a shower, but thought it would wake him and then she would never get out of the house. Moving down the stairs, she picked up their clothing, folded his over the banister, and tugged hers on. She was just walking out the front door when the SUV they had taken from the restaurant pulled up.
    “Hi, Cait. I have to get going so can you take Meggie inside? I have a client at the jail waiting for me and I’m running behind,” Ronnie Grant said as she unbuckled Meggie from her car seat. Once the little girl hit the ground, she was running toward Cait at full tilt.
    “I was just leaving. I have stuff to do today. Can’t you take her in? Grant is still sleeping, but he’ll get up.” She wanted to get going. Cait was afraid to get too much closer to these people, especially the little girl now in her arms.
    “I can’t. He’ll have to take a shower and then get dressed. I really need to get to the courthouse and see my client. Thanks so much, Cait. Tell Spence to call me later.”
    Ronnie was pulling out into the street when Cait realized that she had said jail the first time and courthouse the second time when talking about her client.
    She looked at Meggie.
    “I think I’ve just been bamboozled. What do you think?” Shaking her head, Cait walked back into the big house