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rip off his shirt. By the slip of her
own tongue and her rosy red cheeks, she wouldn’t complain.
    He lifted his head while he toed off each
boot. “Just the shoes?”
    “Yes.”
    He followed instructions and then stretched
out on the sofa. “Now what?”
    She pressed the power button on the iPod then
handed him the earphones. “Relaxation music. You need a nap.”
    He poked the plugs in his ears and something
next to noise filled his ears. “Elevator music? Or trickling
streams?”
    “Neither. Concentrate on the music.”
    A momentary flash of panic stopped his
complaint and drowned out the music. “Are you leaving?”
    “I think we’re done for today.”
    He wanted to groan out loud. He really didn’t
want her to leave. Not solely because he wanted her next to him,
under him - hell, on top of him - but because as long as he slept
alone, the nightmares could return. He was beginning to think
nothing distracted his pain and agony as well as Liberty.
    “Don’t you want to stay and monitor my
brainwaves or something?”
    She released a giggle. “That’s not
possible.”
    “What if this doesn’t work?”
    “Go to the gym. I’ll lock the door on my way
out.”
    Shane sank into the cushions and closed his
eyes. As soon as the door snapped closed, he yanked the earphones
free. Music would not put him to sleep. As restless as he felt,
only a sweaty round of sex had half a chance. He yawned and rolled
to one side. Too bad he didn’t convince her to stay.
     
    She gave him one of her sultry smiles and
knelt between his legs. Those full, plump lips drifted closer until
she wrapped them around his desperate, achy cock. Her tongue slid
over the heated muscle. Up one side, down the other, and finally
caressed the smooth surface of the bloated head.
    “ Just like that, baby,” he
groaned.
    When he thrust his hips to deepen her
assault, she widened her lips and sucked him inside like a
lollipop. His dick hit the back of her throat and she purred like a
sleeping kitten. The low, sensual sound tightened his balls and he
moved faster, desperate to finish. Right there. In the depths of
her throat.
    She moved her right hand and suddenly her
fingers wrapped the thick root of his erection. Her lips squeezed.
Her hand pumped. His hips pistoned. Pressure built in his balls.
Close, so fucking close. His spine tingled ...
     
    “Shane! Are you in there?”
    Shane’s eyes flew open and he pushed himself
up on the couch, disoriented and confused. Where the hell did she
go? He glanced down at his lap and his massive hard-on. He shook
his head to clear his brain. She had been Liberty, hadn’t
she?
    “Open the damn door!”
    He rubbed his neck and glanced at the clock
on the wall, amazed he actually slept without a nightmare for over
four hours. “Hang on!”
    He dragged himself across the room and swung
open the door. Dylan and Jake stood on the other side.
    “You okay?” Jake barreled inside first and
headed to the kitchen.
    “Yeah.” He raised both arms and stretched the
kinks out of his stiff muscles.
    Dylan plopped down on the sofa and propped
his boots on the coffee table. “You are alone, right? Were you
asleep?”
    “I was asleep alone.” Except for the woman
whose lips wrapped his dick. He pushed Dylan’s feet to the
floor.
    “Sorry we woke you.” Jake returned from the
kitchen and popped the top on a can of soda. “How did you manage to
sleep, anyway?”
    Dylan cleared his throat.
    Shane tossed him a warning glare. “Luck, I
guess.”
    Jake gave him a cocky smirk. “Good
dream?”
    Shane released a heavy breath. “Why did you
wake me?”
    Dylan ran his hand through his hair. “There
was another fire this morning. It looks suspicious.”
    “Where?”
    “Andy’s Dry Cleaning,” Jake answered.
“Appears to be arson. Completely destroyed. We need to take a look
around.”
    “You’re coming too?” He pulled on his boots
and tied the laces.
    “Might as well. It’ll save me a trip
later.”
    A familiar