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Cold Comfort Chapter 16 by Bridgid |
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| A cool rain was
falling by the time they'd arrived home. Rising to simmer on the
still warm pavement, it was a rare sight this time of year in LA but
neither Bud nor Lonnie commented about it. Their minds were on the case
and they continued to talk about it until the moment she put her key in
the front door. Lonnie paused before the door was opened and turned toward him. "It all stops right here." "What do you mean by that?" "The case. We're home now. We gotta leave the job at the job, Bud. I've seen what happens when cops take their work home and I don't want it. You and me, we need to have time for us." Bud's cheek twitched. This didn't make sense to him, the job was his universe and to put it away seemed abnormal. He'd never in his entire life had a place to call home before and until recently, he didn't have anything but his gun and his badge, nothing to speak of anyway. He wasn't even sure he had her. "I'll give it a go, but you still have to call Thomas." "I get a pass on that. I'll call him, fill him in briefly, then the rest of the night is ours, yours and mine. I'll order Chinese and we'll eat in bed, huh?" He cracked a half a smile. "You really still want me that way?" "Why else would I drag your sorry ass back here, copper. Yeah, I still want you that way, this way and the other way." She leaned in close to him to whisper. "You're pretty fucking good at the other way, you know. Now get in here before we both catch pneumonia in this rain. This isn't the kind of wet I've been thinking about." Her breath tickled the shell of his ear and it commuted right down to his balls, damn it she made him hot. She pissed him off a lot, too, but he'd never met a dame like her before. His eyes traveled from her face to her breasts and down with hopes of seeing some sign of a camel toe. Good thing she had some class. It's a good god-damned thing he didn't see one or he'd have been pissed off for sure. It's something he didn't want to share with the boys at HQ. "Hey," he rubbed his ear on his collar but it didn't help the aching in his balls any. "Here." Bud handed her his cell phone. "Call Thomas now before we go inside. No cop business passes the threshold. Your rules, baby." "You're a son of a bitch, but you're so far under my skin I can't scratch the itch." She took the phone and made the call. Thomas seemed to be quite thrilled with the prospect of doing some undercover work with the LAPD and he agreed to meet them at HQ at 0900 hours. "Done." She handed the phone back to Bud but pulled it away just before he could grasp on to it. Their fingers touched and the magnetic chemistry between them was once and for all ignited. If anyone could make a statement like "Want me to call for the food from here too?" sound sexy, she could. It was the timbre of her voice, the tone of it. She was Breathless Mahoney to his Dick Tracy. "Fuck the food." He grabbed the phone from her hand. Jamming it down into his jacket pocket he undid his tie. "Inside. I want to talk about the weather." Lonnie stepped through the door and crooked her finger to urge him in. "I'll start. It's warm, wet and inviting." "Tell me more." "I'd rather show you." They left a trail of clothes all the way to the
bedroom. Pursuit was the name of the game and the dog had his nose to
the scent. He was on her like white on rice and they crashed onto the
king-sized playground as one entity. He covered her body completely with
his, resting his full weight on top to pin her down. Raising his hand to
cup her chin, Bud lifted it slightly as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Deep within the kiss where their tongues lashed, the heat of passion
began to flow and the lustful throb in his belly took a turn. He was awake when the sun first peeked though
the split in the curtains. It made him feel proper, protective to watch
her sleep. He took full responsibility for her sound comfortable slumber
and there was a smile on his face when her eyes slowly opened. Hell of a fucking day was off to a hell of a fucking start.
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