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By the time I turn around to assess the rest of the room, Natalie is by the far wall, comforting Dec. Thea, Callie, and Liv form a protective half circle around them while Jesse and Nathan stand defensively between them and the rest of the room.
It’s cleared out now, the danger is gone, but I’ve never been more thankful for the friendships that I’ve found. These are the people that Natalie and Dec deserve in their corner.
Chapter Forty-Five
Natalie
Somehow I’ve almost made it through the school year taking care of my brother. There are only two weeks left until summer vacation and I’m celebrating the milestone as if it’s a golden achievement.
This past year of taking care of Dec has been the hardest but most fulfilling year of my life. I never would have guessed where we would be now, with legal custody, and living with a man who dotes on us constantly. I still can’t quite accept that part.
Dec loves Jackson though, so it’s hard to ignore how smitten I am. He always shows up and is kind, he never treats me poorly like Dec saw his dad do to our mom. Jackson plays with him and talks to him, never acting too busy even though he’s been working a lot the last few weeks.
He’s been called in multiple nights to go to crime scenes and Dec’s been too uneasy to sleep in his own bed without him home. Even after Judge Reisner awarded me custody, Dec can’t shake off the fear he has of his father.
He always knew his dad wasn’t a good man but after having his bike run over, the outburst in the courtroom has given him anxiety. He thinks his dad is coming after him and I can’t convince him we’re safe.
It doesn’t help that some of the kids at school caught on to his home problems and have teased him since the day Declan showed up at recess. While I thought the aide only made Dec go inside that day, she actually ended recess early for everyone and put a neon sign over Dec’s head. I can only hope it will be forgotten over the summer.
Even though Jackson got called in right after dinner, I convinced Dec to sleep in his own bed tonight. He said he’d only be gone for a few hours and I’ve been pacing anxiously by the front door waiting for him to come home.
We haven’t had any real alone time in almost two weeks. Not since the day we “fought” in his room.
It’s ridiculous how consumed I am by thoughts of him. I want to be with him every minute of every day and I miss him. I can be in the same room as him and still miss him.
His headlights sweep into the driveway and I’m out the front door before he parks.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He opens his door but I’m on him before he can get both feet out. I kiss him hungrily, melting against his body where I found a home between his muscular thighs.
“I missed you,” I breathe against his lips, claiming them once again. He doesn’t hold back, kissing me with just as much enthusiasm. His hands are buried in my hair, holding me preciously while he attacks my tongue with his.
My hands wander across his chest and down to his thighs, gripping them with desperation. I want him so badly, I feel like I’m about to combust.
My fingers find his belt, tugging it free and popping the button on his pants with ease. Thank God he’s not in his full uniform or this would be much more difficult. The mountain of steel below his zipper is calling to me and if I don’t get his pants down right now I think I might rip them off.
“Do you want to go inside?” Our foreheads are pressed together as I focus on undoing him from his pants. We’re in the driveway, it’s pitch black out here, and no one could see us from the road.
“No, I need this, now.” One brutal tug and I get his pants and underwear down his thighs. His cock stands proudly and I don’t waste a second before taking it in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. His hands never leave my hair, holding it out of my face while I do my damnedest to fit all of him down the back of my throat. He’s incredibly long and thick, but I’m not a quitter.
It’s sloppy, chaotic, and absolutely inappropriate to do this to the Sheriff of Rollins County in his work vehicle but it makes it more exciting. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone in my life. More than that, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
The coiling of heat between my legs is so intense that I’m rubbing my thighs together for relief, but having his cock in my mouth is too addictive.
“Get the fuck up here, Nat. I need you,” he pleads, mimicking my thoughts.
“No, I’m not done.” I take him deeper, gagging as his crown hits the back of my throat, and he grunts in appreciation. It makes me want to keep going. I love making him crazy.
“Dammit, woman. Come here.” He yanks me up from under my arms, lifting me with almost no effort, and settling me in his lap with my back against the steering wheel. Before I can protest, not that I care to, he’s yanking my shirt off and exposing my bare naked body. Of course, I’m not wearing underwear, I was on a mission.
His eyes blink hazily at me for a moment in distraction and I take my opportunity to sheath myself on his waiting erection. It’s still wet from my mouth and I’m dripping with anticipation.My body takes his cock easily and fully, settling onto his lap with force making us both moan.
“I needed this, so bad,” I admit, softly, melting against him.
“Me too, baby.” His forehead rests against mine as he thrusts into me, gently. The rush has dissipated and it feels like we’re exactly where we needed to be. Connected. Together.
He fucks me slowly but I know this is something different. It’s not fucking at all. He’s making love to me, kissing me softly, and holding me like a treasure. It’s wildly opposite from how I intended for this encounter to go but it’s perfect at the same time.