Broken Dreams (Franklin Blues #2) (6 page)

Tears are streaming down my face, my heart is breaking for him, and I can almost feel his pain. I look over at Hailee and she’s crying as well. I have never heard Mason talk about anyone like that before, and I now know why he never mentioned her before. She was his soulmate, and I hope one day he will find the love of a woman who truly deserves him.

Mason gets up, mumbling something about using the bathroom, and walks into the house. I look over at Lance and he’s staring off into space. I nudge him with my shoulder and he looks at me and smiles. He leans over and gives me the lightest of kisses. That’s one of the things I like most about him, he’s sweet when the time calls for it, but he’s passionate too. I can feel the passion coming off of him in waves.

We decide to head home for the night after Mason started praying to the porcelain God. Shawn and Hailee are going to let him crash there.

We get back in the car and head for home. I’m really starting to fall for this man, and I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like to go home when this assignment is over. I have a feeling that I’m going to be staying in his bed for the duration of my time there, so how am I going to go back to sleeping alone?

I look over at Lance, and I know without a shadow of a doubt I’m ready to be with him completely. I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about being with him again. I don’t care that we haven’t been together long or that we might not be completely ready, I need him and I need him tonight.

We get back to his house, and there’s something different in the atmosphere. I’m not sure if he can feel it, but I’ve got the chills and it’s not from being cold. If he thinks we’re waiting any longer, he’s got another thing coming.

Lance

Amy is planning something, but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. She’s been quiet, maybe even too quiet. When I open the door to my house, I let her go in first. As she’s walking through the door, she starts to lift her shirt. I quickly come inside and shut the door behind me, because I’ll be damned if anyone but me is going to see my girl’s body.

By the time I turn back around from locking the door, she’s got her shirt off and is reaching around her back to unsnap her bra. I stand there stunned, because after our talk this morning, I didn’t think we’d be having sex anytime soon. I still don’t think she’s ready to be with me sexually again, but who’s to say we can’t have some fun.

I slowly walk up to her as she gets her bra unsnapped and grabs for the straps, slowly bringing them down her arms. I start kissing her at the base of her neck and over to her shoulders.

“Amy, Baby, let’s go to the bedroom. I have the perfect thing for tonight, but we are not having sex.”

She turns around and looks at me. She’s got that look in her eyes that tells me she’s about to argue with me, but I’m not having it.

“Now, don’t worry your sexy little head, just because we aren’t having sex doesn’t mean I’m not going to more than take care of you. I can promise you that you will thoroughly enjoy play time.”

I take her by the hand and lead her to my bedroom. Once we get there, I tell her to get on the bed, lay on her back and to close her eyes. She gives me a questioning look at first, but thankfully decides to listen. I make sure she’s not peeking and head over to my closet. There, I have a box of stuff that will drive her wild.

I bring the box back over by the side of the bed and place it on the floor. I open the lid and grab the blindfold. I kneel on the bed and place it around Amy’s head. Her hands automatically go to her face to feel what I’ve put there.

“Lance, what are you doing? Why are you blindfolding me?” She’s so curious, but I’m not going to answer her. I open up my nightstand and grab my cuffs from work. One of the advantages of being a cop is I don’t have to buy those cheap cuffs, I’ve got the real thing. I take one of the sets, wrap one around her wrist and hook the other to the headboard, then do the same with the other arm. Now I’ve got her right where I want her.

“Amy, you should see yourself from my angle. You are lying there handcuffed and blindfolded to my bed, mine for the taking. Now, to answer your question, I have blindfolded you because without your sense of sight, your other senses, like your sense of touch, become heightened.” To demonstrate what I mean, I take my flogger out of my box and gently glide it over her breasts and down her stomach. Her back arches off the bed.

“Oh, Lance, that feels so damn good.” I smile to myself because she has no idea how good I’m going to make her feel.

I get on the bed, undo the button on her jeans and start to drag them down her body. Next up is the sexy little thong she has on. I’m not sure what it is about them, but her ass looks amazing when she’s wearing these things.

I go back over to my box and pull out my nipple clamps. I loosen them up and place one, and then the other on her rosy pink nipples. I tighten them back up to apply just the right amount of pleasure. Damn, she’s a sight.

Her breaths are coming quickly, she’s so damn turned on, and I start to kiss along her jaw line. She’s already writhing underneath me and I’ve barely touched her. She’s so responsive, I can pretty much guarantee that I’m the only one who’s done this to her.

I kiss down her neck, when I reach her nipples, all I have to do is blow on them and she practically jumps off the bed.

“Holy, fuck, Lance. I feel like I’m about to cum and you’ve barely touched me. What are you doing to me?”

I smile to myself, because what she doesn’t know is that I’m nowhere near done with her yet. I continue to kiss down her body until I get to her pussy. I can smell how aroused she is, and my dick is becoming uncomfortably hard in my jeans. I try to adjust myself, but it’s too painful. The first lick of her wet lips and I’m even harder than I was two seconds ago. I take my time licking her clit, and all I can hear are the moans she’s making and my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I’m already addicted to her taste, and know this is the only woman I want to taste for the rest of my life. No one else has ever compared to her.

I slowly place two fingers inside her while I continued to assault her with my tongue. All it takes for her to be screaming out my name is pumping my fingers inside of her a few times.

When she comes down, I crawl back up and take the blindfold off of her eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she has a light coat of sweat on her face. I smirk at her because I know she enjoyed that as much as I did.

“Feel better Babe?”

She lays there, shakes her head and starts giggling. I don’t mean like a few giggles, she is full blown, school girl giggling at me. I shake my head and move away from her.

“Wait, Baby, don’t go anywhere I’m sorry. I don’t know what has come over me. I’m not giggling at you, I swear. I feel a thousand times better, and I’m not even sure why I’m laughing to be honest. I don’t think there are enough words in the English dictionary to describe how you made me feel. I do have to return the favor now though.”

I undo the cuffs, and she starts to make a move for my jeans, but I back away from her. This isn’t about returning any favors. “Um, no Amy, you don’t owe me anything. This isn’t about me giving you something and you thinking you owe me something in return. I did that because you needed a release and I wanted to play. Nothing more, nothing less. Watching you come apart like that was more than enough of ‘returning the favor’ as you like to call it. Let me get undressed and we can go to bed.”

I hop off the bed and take off everything but my boxers. I get into bed, and Amy hops up and runs around to my side of the bed. I’m beginning to think she’s going to try and sneak off when she grabs my t-shirt off the floor. She puts in on, goes back around to the other side of the bed, and gets back in. I lay on my back and reach my arm out to invite her over to me. She immediately lays her head on my chest, drapes her arm over my stomach, and intertwines her legs between mine. I lay awake until I can hear her breathing even out. Once I know she is asleep, I allow myself to fall into a very peaceful night’s sleep.

Amy

The past two weeks have flown by, and it’s my last day with Lance as a client. We still haven’t had sex again since that first night, but what we have done is just as mid blowing.

We seem to have fallen into a steady routine as a couple. When we get up for the day, I go into professional mode and am a paid nurse helping him get back on his feet. By five every night, he tells me I’m off the clock and we act like a real couple. We’ve even gone on dates. We’ve gone to dinner and to the movies. We’ve even had dates where we hang out at his house and order take out and binge watch crappy reality T.V.

I’m not sure how I’m going to go to sleep without him in bed with me tomorrow night. Tonight is my last night here and Lance wants to take me out to some fancy place. He thinks he needs to impress me, but he really doesn’t. He’s already shown me that he’s emotionally invested in this.

I talk to Hailee every day, and she seems to be loosening up a bit, letting Shawn help out with the baby. We have been over there several times within the last two weeks, and she does look more rested. Scarlett is getting so big, and every time I hold her I long to have a baby of my own. I know that it is a pipe dream, but Lance still says that we will find the right doctors and we will have lots of babies. I love hearing him talk about our future, and sometimes he talks so passionately about it that even I start to believe we will have a baby one day.

I finish zipping up my dress when I hear Lance walk into the bedroom. I turn around and his looks at me almost like he’s got x-ray vison and can see the matching bra and panty set I have on underneath this dress.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” I wink at him because he is definitely not looking at my face. He snaps his face up and looks at me.

“Damn, Baby, I all of a sudden have the urge to stay in tonight. You look stunning darlin’.”

He still isn’t looking at my face, and if he thinks we aren’t going out after I spent two hours getting ready, he’s fucking crazy.

“Hell no, we are going out. I spent an ungodly amount of time getting ready, so it’s time you take me and show me off.” I put my hand on my hip, daring him to tell me otherwise. He doesn’t though, he chuckles at me and moves out of the door way.

“After you Baby, we need to leave now before I decide to rip that little dress off you and ravage your body all night.”

I pick up my clutch and walk right by him and into the hallway. I feel a sharp sting and turn around, realizing he had smacked my ass.

“Really, you had to be juvenile and smack my ass, Underwood?” I use his last name because I know how much he hates it.

“Oh, come on now Babe. You were swaying your hips all sexy like and my hand kind of had a mind of its own.” He gives me a sly smile, I know he’s full of shit, but I turn around and keep walking.

I get out to his car, and he quickly has caught up, opening the door for me. He stops me before I get into the car and nuzzles my neck. This is quickly becoming my favorite thing that he does. He does it every morning as I’m cooking him breakfast. I inhale his scent, and I swear I get wet from his scent alone. I start to feel that all too familiar throbbing between my legs, so I pull myself away and get into the car. He stands there for a moment, and then shuts my door before rounding the car. He hops in, and starts the car, I know he’s not a country fan, so when the all too familiar tune of ‘Then’ by Brad Paisley comes through the speakers I look over at him.

“What? You think I don’t listen to country music? I’ll have you know this is one of my favorite songs. Every time I hear it I think of you. This song matches what I feel for you.”

I suck in a deep breath, trying to figure what he could possibly be saying by telling me he thinks of me when this song comes on.

Is he trying to tell me he loves me? The
re’s
no way he loves me, and this song talks about kids, am I ready for all that?

“You okay there, Babe? I know that look on your face; I’ve said something that’s made you think too hard over there.”

I look over at him, and I really look at him. He’s looking at the road while he drives, but he keeps looking over at me. Every time our eyes meet, he gives me his brilliant smile.

“I’m good, really. I can’t imagine being here with anyone else but you. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I’m truly happy.”

He looks over at me, grabs my hand, and pulls it to his mouth to kiss it. Even with all the years I was with Jeremy, I have never gotten butterflies the way I do when Lance does that.

“Lance, what’s going to happen once I go back home?” I don’t want to ruin our evening, but it’s been bugging me all day.

“Hold that thought, we’re here.”

He puts the car in park, and shuts off the engine. I look around and all I see is an empty field.

“Um, Lance, I thought we were going to some fancy restaurant. We are in the middle of an open field.” I’m so confused here.

Lance gets out and walks around to open my door, helping me to step out. He shuts the door behind me, interlocks our fingers and starts walking, not saying a word, and it’s making me nervous.

We walk for a few minutes, and he stops. I can tell that we are by a wooded area, but I can’t really see anything else. Lance lets go of my hand, comes behind me, and puts his hand over my eyes. If I wasn’t nervous yet, I sure as hell am now. I feel his other hand reach into his pocket. Okay, now I’m really nervous. I hear him press a button, and my heart kicks up a gear. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I am starting to freak out a little.

He finally takes away his hand from my eyes but tells me not to open them. He knows I don’t like surprises and that I’m impatient as hell. I can hear him walk around me, and then nothing. It’s so quiet out here all you can hear are the crickets playing their own melody.

“Okay Amy, I remember back when I arrested you and you were talking out of your ass about a lot of things? The one thing you were so dead serious about was having dinner under the stars with twinkling lights everywhere. Well, on our last night of living together, I wanted to give you your dream. You can open your eyes now.”