“I’d like to examine your wounds if you don’t mind. I know you hurt; I could see it in your eyes when you tore out of the police station. I’ll take you wherever you want to go after that.” She glared at him. Cait didn’t know if he was trying to hide his laughter or what, but he was doing a piss poor job of it if he was.
“Did he send you? If he did, then you can go on back to him. I’m a big girl, Doctor Grant, and I don’t need nor do I want someone breathing down my neck.”
“It’s Damon. No, he didn’t send me. I, too, make my own choices. Now get in and I’ll even examine you at your uncle’s house if it makes you more comfortable.”
She did. It was either that or fall on her face. Exhaustion was beating at her and the more she tried to fight, the harder it got to be to do so. By the time they were pulling onto her uncle’s street, she felt better. A couple of times, she heard his cell phone go off and after looking at the screen again, Damon turned off the thing and put it back in his pocket.
“He’s not going to be happy about you not answering him. In the short time I’ve known him, I’ve noticed that he is a tad controlling. What’s he going to say when you tell him you’re with me?”
“Plenty, I’m sure. But he’ll get over it. My mother is going to call you later.
She is very mad at Spencer herself and wants to apologize to you. She told me to tell you that she raised us better than to act like Spencer did toward you tonight.”
“Tell Mrs. Parker not to worry about it. I’m sure he’ll forget me soon enough, but she has no reason to be upset with him. We just had sex, nothing more.”
“Yeah, we all got that part. You should know that Shannon and Spencer aren’t married and haven’t been since Meggie was an infant. She was never any good before they married and she didn’t improve with time either.” Damon snorted and continued, “I tell you when you get your temper up, you sure are a sight to behold, aren’t you?”
She flushed when she remembered what she said to him about his dick and the fact that they had had sex. Cait was not sure about what sort of sight she had made, but she was aware of the fact that she had embarrassed herself and probably a good many other people as well.
“Shit! Your mother was there when I...damn, damn, damn! I swear that my temper never gets the better of me. It’s just that...that he...fuck!” They went into the house and while Damon talked to Paddy, she went to her room to change. She wanted to shower and scrub the jail smell off her, but wanted to get the exam over with and get Damon out of the house. She had had enough of the Grants and was not particularly happy with one of them right now. When she went into the living room again, she nearly turned around and went back to her room.
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Spencer stood up when she walked in. Christ, she was good and mad. And beautiful. It didn’t take a lot to see that she was barely holding on to not shooting him right now. He swallowed twice before he trusted his voice.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I screwed up. I—”
“No. What you did was fuck up—royally. Now get out. I’ve had about all I can take of you tonight and I hurt. So unless you have no desire to ever have another child, I suggest you leave.”
“Meggie isn’t mine. I knew that from the beginning, but I didn’t say anything. Not to anyone. When Shannon said she was pregnant, I knew she didn’t love me, but I thought we could make it work. I was getting to the point where I felt it was time for me to get married so I stupidly went into it with the thought of changing her. The only thing I managed to do was make us both miserable. Then when Meggie got hurt, I knew it was over. Shannon’s boyfriend—she had several of them by then—he hurt Meggie because she wouldn’t stop crying. Then six months ago, Shannon sold Meggie to me.
Shannon gave up everything for money and she was never to contact nor have anything to do with her again. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her. I had no idea...that’s not true. I hoped she would just walk away and leave us in peace.
I’m sorry, Caitlynne. Please forgive me.”
Spencer watched as Paddy and Damon walked out of the room. He had never told Damon what he knew. A few months after Meggie was born, he’d taken her to another doctor to make sure. He had hoped that...not that it mattered then or now. Meggie was his no matter what the DNA test said.
“You embarrassed me. In front of you mom, you embarrassed me. I tried to call you…that stupid name...she tried to take Meggie from me and she was so terrified. I didn’t know what else to do. I wasn’t sure if she was...she told me she was your wife and that you sent her to me.”
He started toward her slowly. He wanted her to take her into his arms, to hold her and to comfort her. Spencer knew that he had screwed up, royally, as she had said, but he wanted to make it right, to get her back.
“I’m sorry. Come home with me, please? Let me make it up to you. I’ll make you breakfast in bed. Meggie and I will pamper you all day tomorrow at the picnic. We’ll celebrate. I got a promotion today. I want you to celebrate with us.” He was close enough to touch her now. Slowly, he lowered his head to hers.
Her breath felt warm moving across his lips. And when she licked her lips, he didn’t even try to hold back his groan.
“What about tonight? Who will pamper me tonight, Grant? I’ve had a very rough day. And you owe me. I had to spend my hard earned money because your credit card wouldn’t work. Are you going to try and figure out a way to pay me back?”
He spread his hands over her ribs and gently pulled her closer. Brushing his thumb under the curve of her breast, he felt it swell and tighten. Moving his hand down her hip, pulling her closer still, he bent at the knees, cupped her ass, and lifted her against his erection. Her back arched and she pressed her soft folds into his shaft. Christ, this woman could make him needy faster than anything he had ever known.
“Come home with me. I want to make love to you all night. I want to taste every inch of your delectable skin then I want to start over and taste you again.
Please, baby. Come home with me right now.”
Not waiting for an answer, he took her to the door. He started kissing her as he pressed her against it while he fumbled with the door knob. Her mouth was hot and open under his; their tongues mated and tangled together until he wasn’t sure who was seducing who.
“We have to slow down. At least until I get you to my house. Shit! Meggie is at the house with Morgan. She was going to get her ready for bed and then wait for me. I’ll call Damon when I get there; it’ll keep me from throwing you to the floor and taking you before I can get rid of Morgan. If there’s anything else that requires a great deal of thought, I don’t think I’m capable of answering right now. There isn’t a drop of blood anywhere but in my groin—which, might I add, is a constant state of erection when I’m around you.” She giggled. Caitlynne O’Malley, Homicide Detective, just giggled. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that was by far the sexiest thing he had ever heard.
~CHAPTER 15~
Spencer looked over at the woman on the couch with him. Cait had pulled Meggie into her arms the minute she had walked in. Not even when her favorite aunt left would Meggie leave Cait’s arms. Now they were all together on the couch, watching television.
Morgan had not stayed long when they finally got here tonight. She offered to take Meggie home with her, but Meggie would not go. For as much as he wanted Cait, having his daughter close was suddenly important to Spencer. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened if Shannon had succeeded in taking her today.
“This is not really how I planned to have you tonight. A six-year-old can really cramp one’s love life.” But he found he really didn’t mind. Cait was here and they were together.
“She’s asleep, poor baby. It’s hard shopping for summer clothes and almost being kidnapped. And you—you look very tired too, you know. Maybe when you take her up, I’ll go home. You need to get your rest—” Cupping the back of her head, Spencer pulled Cait to him and kissed her.
Her mouth was delicious and he wasn’t sure he could get enough of her. But one thing was for sure, she was not going home tonight.
Breaking off the kiss, he stood up. Looking down at Cait, he noticed her nipples were hard and that she was breathing hard. Moving toward the front door, he began locking up the house.
“I’m going to see to the house then I’m going to take Meggie to her room.
She’ll sleep all night, but you are not. In fact, you’ll be lucky if you get any sleep at all. I’m going to ravage you. Then when I’m...where are you going? You shouldn’t be lifting her.” He moved toward her and stopped when she raised her hand.
“If I take her to bed, you can finish up down here. Then you can take me to bed sooner. I’m quite capable of lifting a small girl. The thing you should be worried about is if a man your age can keep up with me at my full strength.” He watched as she turned and walked toward the steps. Cait was completely out of sight before he got his mind moving again. Good Christ, she was going to kill him. Smiling, he finished locking up the house and setting the alarm.
The light to his room was on when he got to the top of the stairs. He looked down the hall and saw that Meggie’s door was ajar and there was a little light spilling out into the hallway. Cait must have turned on the night light for her. He went into his room and noticed the bathroom was being used and that his bed had been turned down.
Spencer realized he was nervous. This was not like before when they were nearly tearing their clothes off each other to have sex. This was...this was making love. He was going to make love with Cait. He started to sit on his bed, but then thought that seemed too desperate. He was walking around the room and straightening his things when he heard the door open behind him. When he turned to look at her, he knew that this was beyond making love; this was being in love. He loved O’Malley.
“I don’t have a lot of clothes here. And the last time, well, the last time we were kind of rough on them. I hope you don’t mind. I was going to just wear a t-shirt, but you don’t seem to have any of them.” She was in one of his white dress shirts. The sleeves were rolled up to her forearms and the hem hung just to her mid-thigh. With the light of the bathroom behind her, he could see that she was braless under it and decided that he would never wash that shirt again.
“No. I don’t mind. I’ll replace your aunt’s shirt. You look very good in mine.
Though I’d like it better if it were on the floor next to the one I have on.” The light went off and he realized she had lit the couple of candles he had.
They had been in Meggie’s room; he remembered seeing them when he was looking for her sweater yesterday. The glow looked romantic.
“I’ve never...this is different than before. With you, I mean. I know that I...I want you, but not like I did before. Am I making sense?”
“Yes. I was thinking the same thing. Come here. I want to undress you.” She started toward him, but was shaking her head.
“Not this time, Grant. This time, I want to undress you. And I want to taste you. I want to make you so hot for me that you beg me to let you fuck me. Then I might relent. But tonight, this night, you’re mine.” She stood in front of him.
He couldn’t breathe. He was sure he was, because he was not passing out, but he was dizzy. Reaching up, she pulled the clip from her hair and it fell to a heavy tumble of curls to her waist. Her breasts strained against the buttons when she lifted her arms in much the way his cock did against his zipper.
“Don’t touch me unless I say you can. I want to be able to touch you without you taking over, understand? I want to taste and bite you wherever I want without you trying to stop me.”
“Yes,” was about all he could manage as she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He had long since taken off the tie, but he was still buttoned to the top.
When her lips touched his collarbone, he moaned and moved his head back for her. When his hands touched her hips, she pulled back and he dropped them again. He was not going to make it and she had only kissed him once.
“Your skin tastes like warm sunshine,” she said as the second button came open. “And you smell like sex to me. I never thought of sex having a smell, but you have it.” The third and fourth button opened and she widened his shirt enough to lick a path to his nipple. Her bite was almost painful, but erotic too.
“Are your nipples sensitive, Grant? I can’t wait to nibble on your cock. I won’t hurt you; I’m not into pain, but I would like to nibble a little.” The buttons were all undone, but she didn’t move to remove his shirt from him. When she walked behind him, running her fingers along his shoulders, he whimpered.
“O’Malley, you’re killing me. I want to touch you. I want to taste you too.
Please?” Her long fingers ran up his neck from his shoulder to his hair line then up over his skull. Tingles of need raced along his blood stream and he thought he could come from just her touch.
“Not yet. I want to play. When I first saw you in the hospital, I remember wondering how broad your shoulders were and if I could hang onto them when you fucked me. I was actually shocked by that thought. And now look, I not only know they’re strong, but that I need to hold them when you’re pounding into me.” His shirt slid off his shoulder and down his arms, the cuffs trapping his hands. Cait didn’t unbutton them to free him, rather tightened them together in a cuff that held him in place.
“O’Malley, you know that I’m going to make you pay for this, don’t you?
That for every minute you make me suffer, I’m going to double it for you.”
“I hope so, Grant. That is, providing that I don’t kill you first.” She was in front of him again and this time, she pressed her hand against his erection, cupping him tightly in her fist. “I want to suck you. I want you to come down my throat like you did before.”
His cock was throbbing now and he could feel the liquid staining his pants.
When she unbuckled his belt, he had to take deep breaths to regain control of himself. She must have sensed how close he was because she paused with him.
When he nodded to her, she continued.