Surge (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 3: St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders by Gina Watson Read Free Book Online Page B

pseudo adopted him and he was considered one of the family. Since they were lovers she assumed others would think it weird that he was part of the family. However, since she’d first known him she’d considered him her one and only so to her it wasn’t weird at all.
    She started packing a bag for Jackson. For two years they’d been intimate and their relationship had created an interesting situation when they visited her childhood home. They’d cut eyes to one another from across the room and sneak in and out of bedrooms. She giggled at the memory of almost getting caught. Secretly she wished they would be discovered so she wouldn’t have to lie to her family any longer.
    They’d coordinated gifts for her father’s birthday. She’d ordered monogrammed golf balls and Jackson had purchased a Honma nine iron to replace the one that Chloe almost beat Cal in the head with when she’d found out he’d bet his friends that he could score with her in Vegas. As she smirked at the memory her phone rang from the top of the dresser.
    Jackson’s face filled the screen. “Hey, Cracker Jack.”
    “I love to hear your voice. Can’t wait to spend the weekend with you. I’m pulling in to the complex as we speak. Got you something special.”
    “You spoil me.”
    “Always. Come out to the car before it melts all over me.”
    She hung up and made her way to the front door. Spotting his old Civic she walked up to the car. He stepped out looking gloriously disheveled with his day of stubble and his short hair out of place. He bent to take her lips before handing her a chocolate dipped cone. Her favorite. “Thank you for the cone.”
    “You’re welcome. I wish I could buy you so much more. One day.”
    “But I like dipped cones.”
    His intense eyes leveled at her. “It’s so easy to please you.”
    She put her arm around him. “I love you Jackson. I would rather be monetarily poor with you and rich in life.”
    He chuckled. “Then I think your wish has come true.”
    “Wanna bite?”
    His head came down and he took a bite that demolished half the top.
    “Hey!” He pulled her in close and kissed her lips. When she opened her mouth he shared his prize with her. The chocolate had already started to melt and she moaned from the delightful sensation.
    They waved to Mr. Porter as he parked in his stall and unloaded his groceries. He was in his fifties and worked as an electrician. As Clara licked her ice cream cone she recalled the day he’d helped them put in a ceiling fan, patiently relating to Jackson the wiring process. They’d offered to pay him, but Mr. Porter had said he’d only accept payment in the form of homemade chocolate chip cookies. Clara made him three dozen and continued to keep him stocked with homemade sweets.
    Jackson placed a kiss on her lips. “Let’s get loaded up and then I’ll need to shower. Any chance you’ll join me?”
    “Love to.”
    “We’ll need to take your car. I don’t have much faith mine will make it. I need to get that oil leak checked out.” Of course he didn’t have the money to pay a mechanic, nor did he have the time to take a look at it himself. At least they had her car.
    Once the stuff was loaded, they went into the bedroom and she undressed him while the shower water warmed. When he was naked she swatted his perky butt and he climbed into the shower, she followed behind. He was slim but had defined muscles from jogging and riding that damn bicycle to work—over the bridge. It was dangerous and she always worried so he hadn’t done it as much as he used to, but with his car on the brink of breaking down he’d recently taken to riding it more than ever.
    She sighed as the hot water pelted around them. He loved for her to lather her hands and massage away the workday. She started at the back of his neck, moving down to his shoulders and then the muscles of his upper back. She loved his butt and could hardly wait to massage further south. It was the same thing every