you,” he said as he came.
Oh God. The words crashed in on her heart as her
orgasm tore through her body. Hot streams of come filled her and she screamed
with the overpowering impulse as the brutal truth revealed itself. She’d let
things go way too far.
Fuck. Now what was she supposed to do?
Chapter Seven
“You want this last cup of coffee?” Wes yelled down the
hallway from the kitchen.
Jill appeared from the bathroom and pulled her toothbrush
out of her mouth. “No, you can have it. I’ll be drinking the stuff all day down
in the diner.” She returned to finish her morning toiletries and he emptied the
pot into his travel mug with a grin.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. For five mornings
in a row, he’d woken up next to the woman he loved. Life didn’t get any better
than this. For all their bickering, they actually coexisted rather peacefully.
They enjoyed the same television shows and kept the same hours. He was an
early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of guy and Jill followed suit on days when she
had to work. He suspected that was just because she worked herself into
exhaustion. She made up for it on her days off, often sleeping until early
afternoon without even rolling over. Problem was, her days off were few and far
between.
He planned to talk to her about her hours at the diner soon.
She simply couldn’t keep working every shift, every day of the week. She made
more than enough money to hire a couple extra people and he hoped to convince
her to do so. Several times over the past few days, he’d gotten a sense that he
was making progress in his campaign to claim the woman’s heart, only to have
her stubbornness kick back in.
It hadn’t even been a week. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and
he knew it would take a hell of a lot longer than a few days to defeat the
stubborn will of Jill Harper.
Despite his impatience in claiming his pixie once and for
all, everything else was falling into place. For the first time since he’d
graduated from college, he felt complete and utter contentment. His days had
fallen into a routine he would never have imagined for himself a year ago. For
years, he’d enjoyed a life lived on the road and on the edge. He and Rick had
often been assigned dangerous cases with the DEA that required they live
undercover and away from home for several months out of the year. Wes had loved
that fast-paced, erratic lifestyle for nearly a decade before reality struck.
During their last case, he realized he was sick of playing
roles that left him in the company of the dregs of society. He was tired of
constantly seeing the dark, depressing world of the mob, prostitutes and
junkies, and he hoped to hell he never saw another seedy hotel or fleabag
apartment building. Every time he came home to Madison after months away and
saw Jill, she refreshed and rejuvenated his soul. She took away some of the
pervasive loneliness that continually hung over him. In the past year, he’d
come to understand that he wasn’t merely living for himself anymore, he was
living for her.
A light knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Wes, will you get that? It’s probably Kate.”
He unlocked and opened the door to see Jill’s baby sister
standing there smiling.
“Good morning,” he said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his
cheek.
He wasn’t sure how much Jill had told her younger sister
about their living arrangements, but if he knew his pixie, he was sure she’d
skirted around the truth rather than admit what was really going on. For all
intents and purposes, they were living together, yet Jill insisted on saying
their cohabitation was merely temporary.
Kate narrowed her eyes and studied his face. “Cocky, self-satisfied
smirk, light scent of sex. I guess it is a good morning.”
Kate had served as house sitter for him and Rick when they
were away on their last case. When they returned, she and Rick hooked up and
she never moved out.
“Yeah,” he said,
Oh God. The words crashed in on her heart as her
orgasm tore through her body. Hot streams of come filled her and she screamed
with the overpowering impulse as the brutal truth revealed itself. She’d let
things go way too far.
Fuck. Now what was she supposed to do?
Chapter Seven
“You want this last cup of coffee?” Wes yelled down the
hallway from the kitchen.
Jill appeared from the bathroom and pulled her toothbrush
out of her mouth. “No, you can have it. I’ll be drinking the stuff all day down
in the diner.” She returned to finish her morning toiletries and he emptied the
pot into his travel mug with a grin.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. For five mornings
in a row, he’d woken up next to the woman he loved. Life didn’t get any better
than this. For all their bickering, they actually coexisted rather peacefully.
They enjoyed the same television shows and kept the same hours. He was an
early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of guy and Jill followed suit on days when she
had to work. He suspected that was just because she worked herself into
exhaustion. She made up for it on her days off, often sleeping until early
afternoon without even rolling over. Problem was, her days off were few and far
between.
He planned to talk to her about her hours at the diner soon.
She simply couldn’t keep working every shift, every day of the week. She made
more than enough money to hire a couple extra people and he hoped to convince
her to do so. Several times over the past few days, he’d gotten a sense that he
was making progress in his campaign to claim the woman’s heart, only to have
her stubbornness kick back in.
It hadn’t even been a week. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and
he knew it would take a hell of a lot longer than a few days to defeat the
stubborn will of Jill Harper.
Despite his impatience in claiming his pixie once and for
all, everything else was falling into place. For the first time since he’d
graduated from college, he felt complete and utter contentment. His days had
fallen into a routine he would never have imagined for himself a year ago. For
years, he’d enjoyed a life lived on the road and on the edge. He and Rick had
often been assigned dangerous cases with the DEA that required they live
undercover and away from home for several months out of the year. Wes had loved
that fast-paced, erratic lifestyle for nearly a decade before reality struck.
During their last case, he realized he was sick of playing
roles that left him in the company of the dregs of society. He was tired of
constantly seeing the dark, depressing world of the mob, prostitutes and
junkies, and he hoped to hell he never saw another seedy hotel or fleabag
apartment building. Every time he came home to Madison after months away and
saw Jill, she refreshed and rejuvenated his soul. She took away some of the
pervasive loneliness that continually hung over him. In the past year, he’d
come to understand that he wasn’t merely living for himself anymore, he was
living for her.
A light knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Wes, will you get that? It’s probably Kate.”
He unlocked and opened the door to see Jill’s baby sister
standing there smiling.
“Good morning,” he said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his
cheek.
He wasn’t sure how much Jill had told her younger sister
about their living arrangements, but if he knew his pixie, he was sure she’d
skirted around the truth rather than admit what was really going on. For all
intents and purposes, they were living together, yet Jill insisted on saying
their cohabitation was merely temporary.
Kate narrowed her eyes and studied his face. “Cocky, self-satisfied
smirk, light scent of sex. I guess it is a good morning.”
Kate had served as house sitter for him and Rick when they
were away on their last case. When they returned, she and Rick hooked up and
she never moved out.
“Yeah,” he said,
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