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“Sounds like another challenge.”
“That comes after we sleep.” She stood, offering him her hand. “Come on. Let’s get comfy because I’m sure we’ll be traipsing around the perimeter far too soon.”
“At least it’s not raining, yet.”
“And now, you’ve jinxed it.”
Foster tugged her close as they made their way into the living room. Mackenzie had insisted on clearing the house and grounds before they settled on the couch. Her head resting on his shoulder as they watched some sappy old movie. Time ticked past, Mac dozing a bit before they made another round of the property. Zain and Kash were waiting in the kitchen when they finally trudged through the back door.
Zain looked at them over the rim of his coffee mug. “Well?”
Foster hung their jackets on a hook. “Nothing so far but the promise of another impressive storm.”
“Storms I can handle. Having some ex-Green Beret asshole trying to kill my family? That’s another story.”
“All the more reason to find those damn drugs tomorrow.” Foster placed his hand on Mac’s back and studied his teammates. “You two sure you’re okay? We could all hang out.”
Zain scoffed. “Please, there’s already a third wheel. You two would just make it awkward.”
Kash gave Zain a shove. “Nyx is not a third wheel.”
“I was talking about you, sunshine.”
Kash rolled his eyes. “Just wait until we’re out scouting the area. Nyx might accidentally tackle you.”
“She likes me too much.” Zain gave the dog a scratch then motioned toward the stairs. “Go, before we have to carry your sorry asses up there.”
“You’d better be storming my door if Striker so much as looks at the property line.”
“Still bossing us around.” Zain pointed at the door, this time. “Go.”
Foster headed for the door, glancing back at Zain one more time before taking the stairs then turning down the hallway. He closed his bedroom door behind him and Mac, leaning against it as she made her way over to the bed, practically collapsing on top as she flopped back on the mattress. He smiled, studying her until she must have felt him staring and turned to look at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Foster pushed off the door and ambled over. “Like what?”
“Like you’ve never seen me before.”
“More like I was admiring how damn beautiful you are.”
She chuckled. “If you like tousled hair and bloodshot eyes.”
“Funny. All I see are brilliant baby blues and thick hair I want to gather in my hands.”
That got him a smile. “And suddenly, I’m not so tired.”
“Oh, no. Sleep, first. Then, we’ll see.”
“I’ll sleep better if you make love to me.” She sat up and fisted the front of his jeans, lowering the zipper then tugging them and his briefs down. She inhaled then ran her tongue along the seam of her lips as she gently fisted his length. “Damn.”
Foster gathered her hair in his hand, just like he’d been envisioning, prepared to ease her back, when she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. No teasing or preamble. Just all that wet, hot pressure engulfing him as she took him to the back of her throat before slowly easing up.
“Christ.” He made a mental note not to yank on her hair, failing miserably a moment later when she repeated her assault, pausing with him lodged deep, this time.
Heat burned beneath his skin, threatening to push him over in record time when she hummed, the low vibration completely wrecking him.
Foster wasn’t sure if he started moving his hips by chance or by design, only that he was thrusting into her mouth a minute later. Reveling in the way she moaned around his length, sounding more than pleased with herself.