Temporary Home by Aliyah Burke Read Free Book Online

face. He almost spoke but Laila came back and dragged him away to the door leading from the house to the garage.
    “You drive, Sam.”
    “Okay.”
    As they left the house, he peered over his shoulder to spy Roxi leaning against the wall, watching him. The hunger was back. When he met her gaze she turned away. They got in his truck and headed to the hospital.
    We’re far from finished, Roxanne Mammon.
    Laila was talking and he reluctantly left thoughts of Roxi and how amazing it had been being in her wetness, to focus on the woman in the truck with him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Life really sucked. Roxi had come to that decision the second Laila’s voice had ended the most intense sex-against-the-wall she’d ever had. And only his fingers were deep inside me. Imagine what it would be like once his cock is there.
    She swiped her card, picked the gasoline needed for her vehicle, and, shaking off thoughts of Sam, filled the tank. There was a bite in the afternoon’s air but that couldn’t even begin to cool down the fire in her blood Sam had started.
    True to her word, she’d gone by the hospital to see Master Guns. Sam and Laila had still been there. Dean and his two half-brothers had been nowhere to be seen. Laila had been in Sam’s arms, crying against his chest.
    Roxi had only stayed a short time. She could feel the intensity of Sam’s gaze even though she’d left the hospital. Hell, her body remained primed and ready.
    Her nipples were beaded and so tight they almost hurt. Her clit was hypersensitive to the point where walking seemed only to arouse her more. She would be giving herself an orgasm just from the memory of Sam’s touch if she wasn’t careful.
    Laila and Sam were going out to dinner, so Roxi would eat alone after she got home. She didn’t mind—she could stand calming down. First through, she had another stop to make. Once the car was filled, she grabbed her receipt and headed on her way. There was no rush and she listened to some Gladys Knight & The Pips as the drive continued. Turning off on a side street, she parked behind her destination building. She waited until Gladys finished singing Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me before she exited the car and strode around to the front door.
    “Hey, Roxi!” a few called out as she walked through the tables.
    “Good evening,” she replied with a smile.
    “Roxi, I didn’t expect to see you here today.”
    She glanced to her left and saw Juan Vargas standing there. He was a good-looking man who’d served in Vietnam and he ran this soup kitchen.
    She smiled at him. “I said I’d be in today. Sorry I missed most of the serving. I’ll just get started on the dishes.”
    Juan appeared like he wanted to say something but he didn’t. He nodded before going to talk to a few of the regulars. When he’d sat in a chair, she migrated to the kitchen, drew on an apron and tackled the stack of dishes heaped by the triple sink.
    It took her longer than she’d anticipated, so she was extremely hungry as she drove home. Sam’s truck was in the garage and she wondered if he was here or over at Laila’s, where the lights had shone brightly through the dark.
    She made her way slowly to the door and pushed into the house. The only light was the one she’d left on in the hall. Closing the door behind her, she then went to her room, readying her things for tomorrow. When she stepped from her master bathroom after washing up she froze.
    Sam stood there in a pair of workout pants—black with white piping—that hung low on lean hips. That was it. Nothing else existed to keep her gaze from ogling the specimen that was his body. Tautly muscled, tanned and mouth-watering.
    Don’t forget panty-wetting .
    He stood in her bedroom doorway, a white shirt hanging from his fist. His eyes held her prisoner—that intense blue pinned her to the spot, it was as if she’d grown roots.
    Hunger . That was the only word she could think of to explain what she saw in his face. Raw,