“There …” she murmured, breaking their kiss as she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh dear God … there …”
He rocked into her three more times, milking her orgasm, then grunting on the final thrust as he came.
They both lay still, breathless. After a few minutes he sat up. Kneeling between her legs. She winced.
“Is that … me?” She stared at the crotch of his jeans.
Looking down, he rubbed his thumb along the dark, wet spot. “Yes, some of it’s you … but I think I’m leaking through as well.” He grinned. “How did that feel?”
She covered her breasts with her hands, her whole body flushed nice and rosy. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Good?”
Sunny nodded, looking anywhere but directly at him or his wet jeans.
“I’m going to give you more of that … for the rest of our lives. I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jones
Jackson made no guarantees to Luke, but he said he’d contact Knox and casually fish for information without making it sound like he didn’t have a clue as to the whereabouts of his sister. It wasn’t much, but Luke took it. He had to jump at any and all possibilities, including looking for clues to places she might be. Ryn suggested they talk to AJ’s son, Cage, who was at his dad’s place for the weekend to go through everything.
“Follow my lead,” Luke said to Lake as they knocked on AJ’s front door.
She shook her head. “That’s what you said when we stood on Jude’s front stoop.”
“I did. And then thirty minutes later you were talking about your accident and my wedding day.”
“Sorry, but it’s hard to keep my leg a secret, and I’m pretty sure Jackson already knew you were going to marry his sister.”
“Just …” He sighed.
“Got it. I’ll let you handle it.”
The locks clicked and a young man opened the door. Luke gave Lake a tight-browed glance after she made an indecipherable noise.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Cage, right?” Luke asked.
He nodded, looking at Lake.
“I hope we’re not disturbing you. We’re friends of Jillian’s. Could we talk to you about her and your dad for a few minutes?”
Cage shook his head. Luke hadn’t anticipated that.
“Oh. Sorry, are you busy? We could come back later.”
Cage shook his head again, jaw clenched. “It’s too soon. I … I can’t talk about him or them or … it’s just too soon.” He cleared his throat.
Luke nodded. Cage’s pain was palpable. It was too soon. He would have to let the son be a dead end for a while.
“I understand. Sorry for your loss.”
Cage nodded once.
“Mind if I use your restroom before we hit the road again?” Lake smiled.
“Lake you can—”
“That’s fine,” Cage replied before Luke could finish his protest.
“Thanks.” She rested her hand on Luke’s arm. “Why don’t you go fill the car up with gas and get me a coffee.”
The tank was full and he never knew she was a coffee drinker.
“Please.”
“O-kay, but I won’t be long.” He gave her a warning look that, of course, she ignored.
*
Lake leaned her shoulder against the wall to balance as she pulled off her boots. Winter weather made it impossible to hide her prosthetic leg when she had to take her boots off in people’s homes. Socks would have been a good idea, but she didn’t wear socks with her Uggs.
She glanced up after removing them. Cage stared at her feet.
“I lost my leg.” It wasn’t like her to state the obvious, but the tall, hunky blond with dimples jumbled her thoughts.
He smiled. It was a melting smile, the kind that could melt a girl’s heart, the kind that led her to believe he would make it through the loss of his father.
“I didn’t mean to stare.”
“I didn’t mean to state the obvious.” She grinned. Some awkward-girl personality hijacked hers. Lake reminded herself that they were in fact discussing her missing limb. It wasn’t flirting. No one flirted over prosthetics. Too bad.
“The bathroom is around the corner.”
Lake needed the bathroom reminder since she didn’t really need to use it. “Thank you.”
After shutting the bathroom door, she rested her hands on the edge of the sink, looking in the mirror at the flushed face of a girl who hadn’t given a second glance to a guy since her accident. “He’s gorgeous, Lake. Stop thinking stupid shit about a gorgeous guy that lives a million miles away and oh yeah … he’s naturally going to be attracted to gorgeous women with all their limbs intact.”
After flushing the toilet and running the water for a few seconds, she gave her reflection an affirmative nod for the needed pep talk and reality check.
Upon opening the door, the large manly form leaning against the opposite wall brought her out of her skin. “Oh God! You scared me.” She pressed her hand to her chest.
“Sorry.” Cage smiled.
Why was he standing there? Had he heard her talking to herself about the “gorgeous guy?” She stood tall and swallowed her pride, which was easy to do because there wasn’t much left if he had heard her.