Content Warning: the following story contains adult content, language, and sexual situations. 18+
DAY 5…
She dropped the laundry basket the moment she closed the door. “Hey.” Lucy melted against him, and he wrapped her in his arms. “That was so scary.”
“Yeah, I know. I nearly had a heart attack. Does Frank know who took a run at him?” he asked, letting her go all too soon.
“He’s not sure, but he’s clearly in a tenuous position, even with his crew.”
“If you need to tap out-”
“No…. The fact he can’t trust anyone strengthens my in. He needs an ally; I can be that person. Hopefully, bring the whole thing down from within.”
“He hasn’t tried anything…?”
“No. But I can handle it if he does.”
“I know.”
Lucy couldn’t go another minute without touching him. She reached out, dragging her hand down his chest. She clung to the hem of his jacket, needing that connection. She knew Tim asked because he worried he couldn’t be there to help her, not because he didn’t trust her. “Yeah, knowing and feeling about it are two different things.”
“It’s not my first time.”
“I know. It’s probably what makes it worse.”
“Alright, now is not the time to talk about this. I know you’ll bail on the operation if you don’t feel it’s safe. So, if you’re good, I’m good.”
“I’m good.”
“Good. I gotta get back to the station. Gray’s waiting for a status update.” He brushed past her and pulled out of her grip.
Tim couldn’t leave like this. She almost died tonight, and she needed him like she knew he needed to feel her alive and pulsing beneath him. “Hey…wait.”
He turned and met her heated gaze, when she said, “Lock the door first.”
They collided in an instant. Their lips mashing, teeth and tongues vying for dominance. Lucy submitted the moment Tim pressed her up against the washing machine. They didn’t need words, talking instead with their bodies, their need to connect with one another, surpassing everything else.
His hand slid over her hip, and he gripped her ass, grinding the steel length of his cock against her thigh. “Lucy,” he groaned against her lips.
“I’m here, babe.” She yanked off the jacket she couldn’t let go of a few minutes ago, needing fewer layers, needing skin on skin. Just…needing him.
He let go of her long enough to shrug the offensive thing from his shoulders. She pulled the bottom of his shirt over his head, leaving his arms inside and baring his chest and abs to run her hands over.
Tim’s hands moved back to her ass, squeezing her flesh until he lifted her onto the machine he’d pressed her against. She attacked the button on his jeans while he pulled the zipper of her hoodie down. Lucy heard him suck in a breath, and she smirked.
“You planned this,” he accused, captivated by the sight of her naked breast beneath her thin hoodie.
“I’m not wearing underwear either. Hurry,” Lucy pleaded; reaching inside his boxer briefs, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
Tim groaned and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, then laved the same attention on the other. “Mm, need to taste you first.”
“We don’t have time. Someone might discover us any minute.”
Tim kissed his way up her throat until he reached her lips again. “The door’s locked, remember? And.” His hands went to the waist of her leggings, his fingers hooking beneath the band. “I want a taste.” He pulled them to her ankles and dropped to his haunches between her splayed thighs. He lifted her trapped ankles over his head and plunged his face between her thighs.
Lucy sank her fingers into his hair and bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans when Tim’s lips surrounded her clit, sucking her between his teeth. Not wasting any time taking her to the edge of release. “Tim…please….”
“Come on my tongue, then I’ll fuck you. Give me your release, Luce. I need it.” He added two fingers inside her, rubbing against her g-spot, and sucked her clit harder.
“Tim,” she cried.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.” And she did, clinging to him while her pussy spasmed around his fingers.
Her core fluttered as he sucked her essence from his fingers. Then he pulled one of her legs free of her pants, spread her thighs wide, and hooked her knees over his elbows. Tim stared at her pussy; the head of his cock poised at her dripping entrance. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said with a groan. He thrust, filling her to the hilt. She clenched around him, wanting to keep him there.
With each thrust, the washer rocked beneath her, adding to the sensation of Tim’s cock deep inside her. “Yes, babe.” He buried his face in her neck, and she held him tight. The tempo of his thrusts increased. “Fill me…need you…. Yes…,” she hissed as he slipped a hand between them and circled her clit with his thumb.
“With me, Lucy. Come with me.”
Tim’s mouth covered hers, and he kissed her, muffling their cries, cresting their orgasms together. The machine stopped rocking beneath her, and their heavy breathing filled the growing silence.
DAY 7…
“I think the ops over.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, we took down the warehouse, and Frank no longer has a product or a crew. I think we’re done.”
“Okay. I was looking forward to another laundry room hook-up, but I guess I can live without it.”
“Ha-ha.”
“I’ll meet you at the station for the debrief. Then I’m taking you home.”
“Mm…yes. Home sounds amazing.”
It was a quiet drive from the station. Lost in their thoughts. Lucy smiled when he parked the truck in front of their house.
They’d lived there for a month now, though he guessed it wasn’t accurate with her gone this past week. He wondered what would happen when she went under for months or a year. This week, without her by his side, drove him out of his mind.
Is she okay? Is he?
He grabbed her kit from the back and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Here,” he said, handing her the keys. “You can get the door. I’ll get this for you.”
“Thanks, babe,” she said, covering a yawn with her hand. She must be even more exhausted than he was; the least he could do was take her bag inside. “How’s Tamara?”
Tim glanced toward the renovated garage, noting the lights were off inside. It’s late enough; she’d be asleep by now. “She’s good; she missed you.”
Lucy eyed him. The truth was obvious beneath the simple statement. “Yeah?” she asked, bumping his shoulder with hers. “I missed her too.” She wedged her hip against the door, shoving it open and letting them both inside. “I’ll text her to join us for dinner tomorrow. Right now, I need a big meal, a hot bath, and some quality sexy time,” she said, pulling him close. “Then I’m going to sleep for twenty-four hours.”
Tim linked their fingers and sighed.
“Wh-what is that?”
He stared at their hands, rubbing his thumb over one of hers. “It’s just…Isabelle used to crash after an assignment, and it’d take her months to come back to life.”
“Well…this was only a week, so one night’s sleep should do me.” He didn’t protest when she took her kit from him and headed to the bedroom with it. He followed, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“So…why didn’t you tell me you almost died chasing down the shooter from the restaurant?”
And there it is.
“Because I didn’t.”
She scoffed.
Tim tried another tactic. “Who told you?”
“It doesn’t matter. And we’ll set aside the fact you left it out of the report in the first place, so I wouldn’t find out.”
Shit. Who is her source?
“I did not.”
She scoffed again.
“The gun was empty! So, this is much ado about nothing.” His gut reaction made him insert his foot into his mouth. “Look, I know for a fact you don’t tell me everything that happens while you’re undercover.”
Lucy dropped the clothes she’d unpacked and closed the distance between them, the hurt caused by his accusation written on her face. “No, no. You knew for a fact Isabelle didn’t. If this is going to work between us. I need to know you see the difference.”
“Of course I can. Okay, but….” He reached for her hand. “No, wait, listen. I need you to take it seriously if I ever sound the alarm about something. Otherwise, the pain I went through will have been for nothing.” He closed his eyes for a moment and spoke his deepest fear aloud. “Lucy, I can’t lose you the way I lost her.”
“You won’t. I’ll walk away before it gets close to anything like that. Okay? I promise.”
Tim swallowed the emotions clogging his throat and nodded, pulling her into his arms.
“I love you, babe.”
Tim buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet fragrance of her shampoo. “I love you too,” he whispered next to her ear.
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