Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (26 page)

“My real world?”

“Yeah, the world where you live, work, meet with friends…you know? This world that doesn’t involve running through woods and over cliffs and down rivers.”

Silence descended on the room for a moment—not uncomfortable, just each to their own thoughts.

“But I need to know what your thoughts are,” he admitted.

“Cam, I assumed that when we returned, we’d see each other. Um…like date…or something.” Her voice was a mixture of strength and hesitancy and he realized that he had a shot, but before he could speak, she continued.

“But when we got back, you seemed do distant. I thought maybe you were embarrassed in front of your friends or when my family showed up, that you didn’t want to be seen with me.”

“Looks like we both made wrong assumptions,” he said, with a smile.

“So what exactly does it mean when you say you want to see where we go?”

He shifted her body so that she was straddling his lap, one hand resting on her ass and the other hand drifting under her hair. His thumb rubbed her neck as his hand pulled her forward slightly until their lips were a whisper apart.

“It means that as of right now, no more misunderstandings. No more giving you space. No more stepping back. You want me, you tell me now and then I’m claiming you,
cariña
. Publicly, to our families, to our friends, to the world.”

He watched her eyes drop to his lips but he continued to hold them apart until he got the answer he was looking for. “What’s it gonna be?” he prodded.

“Yes,” she breathed into his mouth. “I want you.”

With that he pulled her in, capturing her lips, immediately diving into her warmth. His tongue thrust inside, exploring and claiming. She met him, sucking on his tongue, drowning in the intensity of the feeling.

The hand that held her neck drifted down her back, pulling her body flush against his. Her breasts were pressed into his massive chest and his erection was plainly nudging against her core.

He moved his hand back to her neck and gently pulled her away, something his body did not like and he could tell from her mewl, she did not either. “Hate to do this, but now that we got us squared away and we take this further, which I gotta tell you involves you being naked in my bed, me having a condom so I can come while buried deep inside you, and then you sleeping beside me…we gotta talk about the phone call.”

Her face scrunched in displeasure, but he soldiered on. “Tomorrow morning, we go to Jack’s place where the others will meet us. We’ll get some info from you, but mostly you’ll be hanging with Jack’s woman, Bethany. I’ll get your phone to Luke, but he’s already gonna be working on it, probably before we get there.” He watched her eyes carefully, keeping a check on her emotions, but she seemed to be holding it together.
That’s my girl. And now, I can fuckin’ say My Girl!

Continuing, he said, “And until we get things figured out, you’re staying with me. We’ll use the Saints and Alvarez Security to make sure you’re good at the hospital.”

Miriam nodded slowly and then said, “Um, I guess you should know that I turned in my notice to the hospital.”

Eyes wide, he did not even have to ask before she jumped into her explanation. “One of the reasons I took the Red Cross offer was because I was no longer happy at the ER. Too much red-tape, not getting to know my patients, and the crazy hours. I felt so burned out. And now that I’m back? Lots of curiosity seekers on top of the same problems as before. I can’t handle the stress,” she admitted.

“I think that’s a smart move, babe.”

“Yes, but now I’m unemployed.”

“You take the time to find the job that you really want and in the meantime, you’re safer here anyway.”

Her teeth worried her bottom lip and he moved his rough thumb pad over the plump redness. “What’s got that look on your face now?”

Sucking in a deep breath through her nose before letting it out slowly, she admitted, “My family’s going to have a fit if I’m living here. Jobe’ll lose his mind again and that doesn’t even begin to explain my parents’ reaction. They blew a gasket when Jobe and Mackenna moved in together before getting married and again when Rebecca and Thomas did. But at least they were all engaged.”

“I told you that I’d take care of it, and I will. The most important thing is your safety and they feel that too. My job will be to explain just how safe you’ll be here. And then to keep you that safe.” He squeezed her hips slightly, keeping her attention on him and not whoever the fuck was out there scaring her. “You with me,
cariña
?”

Her answer was leaning forward and licking his lips. Surprised, he instantly dove in for another kiss, this one more than claiming. It was complete mastering.

Quickly standing, her in his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist, he walked up the stairs to his bedroom, trying to decide if he wanted her to slide slowly down the front of his body or toss her onto the bed, pouncing after her.

She tightened her grip on his hips with her legs, bringing her core in direct contact with his swollen cock. Making his decision, he tossed her backward onto the bed but, before she could bounce, he was on top of her with his weight held up by his forearms.

Her eyes lit with the promise of what was to come and he battled to take things slow.
First time in my bed…this is all about her.

He lifted one hand to her breast, kneading the mound and flicking the nipple through the material. Seemingly in a hurry, her hands moved to the blouse, but he pushed hers out of the way. Slowly undoing each button he eyed the prize as it was slowly unveiled. Once he could pull the material away from her breasts, he allowed her to shift forward so that he could strip it off of her body, leaving the light blue, lacy bra all that lay between him and the luscious mounds. He moved her hands above her head and held them there with only one of his while shifting his weight partially to the side. With her arms trapped above her, he slowly licked her breasts, tracing the blue lace.

With a quick tug on the cups he freed her breasts, pulling a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, eliciting a moan from deep within her. She began to writhe on the bed as he slid one hand down, unzipping her jeans and slipping his fingers in, finding her folds slick and ready.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, he moved back to her swollen lips, his tongue thrusting in rhythm to his fingers embedded in her pussy.

Once he released her hands, she found the bottom of his t-shirt, maneuvering it up toward his head. Desperate to feel his solid chest muscles against her naked breasts, she wrestled with the material.

Chuckling, he broke the kiss, sitting up on his knees as he jerked the shirt over his head. “What’s the rush, babe?”

Unsnapping her bra was her only response and as she tossed it to the side, he watched her full breasts bounce as she lay back down.

Her hands moved to the button on his jeans, but getting them unzipped over his impressive cock was proving difficult so he rolled over to quickly divest himself of them as well. Shucking his boxers, his dick was standing at attention as he turned his gaze back to the gorgeous woman lying in his bed.
His bed. Just where he imagined she would be.

If he were honest, he imagined her there since he first saw her picture. But this was so much more than the lusty thoughts of just any gorgeous woman. Determined to make love to Miriam, he moved slowly, licking and sucking from her lips to her neck to her breasts once again. His fingers found their refuge deep inside as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

The taste of her was intoxicating as the kiss went deeper. Giving each breast attention, he elicited moans from her as her hips began to press against his body.

“Patience,” he chuckled, his mouth moving lower. Leaning up on the bed, he pulled her jeans down, snagging her matching blue panties as he went. Tossing the clothes onto the floor, he spread her legs wide as he completely exposed her pink pussy to his eyes. With a growl rumbling deep in his chest, he dove in, licking her wetness before sucking her clit into his mouth.

“Aughh,” she moaned again, her hips rising. He moved one of his hands up to her stomach and gently pressed her back down.

Plunging his tongue inside, he continued to lap her juices, loving the taste of her. His hand on her stomach rose higher until it palmed her breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

“I need…” she panted, feeling the coil of tension deep inside her core ready to spring. “I…” was all she managed to say as he gave each nipple a tug as he sucked her clit deeply with his mouth. Her pussy walls clenched and her orgasm raced through her, sending all of her nerves tingling outwards. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name once again.

He finished licking her glistening pussy before kissing his way back up her boneless body until he plunged his tongue back into her mouth.

“Please…I need you inside of me,” she begged, tasting herself.

Growling, he grabbed a condom and rolled on top of her, stilling his cock just at her entrance. Holding her legs apart, he looked down at all her beauty. Pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. Dark eyes looking into his.
Mine. She’s truly mine.
A sexy smile lit her face and he swore his heart stopped as her arms rose up to him.

Plunging to the hilt, his dick reveled in the soft warmth of her body, remembering the feel of her on the beach. Leaning over, his hands on either side of her head, he pounded deeply, trying to reach the innermost part of her soul. Hanging on to his self-discipline by a thread, he was determined for her to come again.

“Close, baby?” he panted.

“Yes, yes.” She grabbed his shoulders, holding on for all she was worth. The sparks shot from her womb out through her limbs as her orgasm rocketed. Digging her fingers into his arms, she cried out once again.

He followed her, his neck thrown back as the cords of muscles strained. Continuing to thrust until every last drop was drained, he fell to the side taking her with him. Holding her close, he wrapped his arms around her trembling form, pulling her tight into his chest. Legs tangled. Arms wrapped. Breaths mingled. Heartbeats pounding in unison.

Slowly awareness crept in and he looked back into her face, seeing her smiling at him.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. I couldn’t be happier,” she whispered back.

Pulling her back tightly to him, he threw his leg over hers as his arm wrapped around her waist. Tucking her sated body next to his, he allowed the sound of her deep breathing to lull him to sleep.

Now it was
the next morning and Cam watched her slow, even breathing as she slept. He glanced at the clock, noting the time and wondering how long it took her to get ready in the mornings, when his thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.
Who the fuck was here that early?

Sliding from the bed, tucking the covers back around her, he pulled on his jeans and padded out to the front door. Looking through the doorviewer, he saw Jobe standing on his front porch.

C
am threw open
the door and stepped back to let Jobe in.

“I know it’s early and I’m sorry, but I need to see my sister. I figured she didn’t sleep any last night and I gotta make sure she’s alright.”

“I told you that I was taking care of her,” Cam stated, but before he could say more, he saw Jobe’s eyes move down the hall.

“Jobe? What are you doing here so early?”

Jobe’s gaze raked his sister up and down, seeing her dressed in nothing but Cam’s shirt, and then back to Cam, who was only wearing jeans, the top buttons unbuttoned.

“You fuckin’—”

“No!” Miriam screamed, flying down the hall as Jobe landed a punch to Cam’s face.

Cam rocked back, determined to let Jobe have that one punch for his sister’s sake knowing he would have the same reaction if he walked in on one of his sisters.

Cam rounded Jobe to keep him from landing another punch when Miriam tried to get behind her brother, taking his cocked elbow right in the forehead.

Dropping to her knees, she cried out in pain as she saw stars.

“Oh, fuck, Miriam!” Jobe exclaimed.

Cam scooped her up in his arms before Jobe could react, and hustled her to the sofa. Setting her down gently, he said, “Baby, let me see. Move your hands so I can see.”

As she lifted her head up, he quickly assessed that she was just bruised on her forehead. “Thank God it’s not your eye,” he said. Yelling over his shoulder for Jobe to get ice, he brushed her hair away from her face. “Babe, never and I mean fuckin’ never get between two men who are fighting.”

The nausea from the pain was slowly receding and she wanted to glower but it hurt too much. “I couldn’t let him hit you.”

“I let him get that punch in. I knew if I was the brother, I woulda done it also.”

Jobe walked over with ice in a plastic bag with paper towels surrounding it. Handing it to Cam, he sat on the coffee table trying to ascertain her injury. “Sis, swear to God, you know better than that.”

This time she managed a glower in spite of the pain and bit out, “How is this my fault? You two should be ashamed of yourselves.”

The two men eyed each other warily, both knowing she was wrong when it came to men and both silently agreeing on a truce…for the moment.

“Jobe, I didn’t say anything when we got back because I wasn’t sure what Cam and my relationship was, but we’re together now.”

Jobe glared at Cam once more, saying, “You took advantage of my baby sister at a time when she was vulnerable?”

“No!” Miriam exclaimed, not allowing Cam to speak.

He turned and said, “Jobe, you want to step outside with me?”

“Fuck yeah,” was the response.

Miriam tried to rise from the sofa, but Cam gently pushed her back replacing the ice pack on her head. “Babe, I once told you to do exactly what I said because it could be life or death. Right now, plant your ass on that sofa, keep the ice on your head, and do not move. Jobe and I are gonna have a chat and when we get back, you’d better not have moved.”