I felt terrible for not telling her the rest of what happened after she left. She thought that the window had broken. I didn't tell her that it broke when a bullet, intended for me, came through it.
I didn't want her to worry, not tonight. Not after we found Brady dead. Tomorrow, I'd tell her the truth, but tonight I'd just let her grieve.
This crime, it was angry, yes. But it wasn't something that a group of pissed off college students would perpetrate. What it looked like to me was cold, relentless anger about something, and the perpetrator took it out on the old man because he'd somehow gotten himself on the wrong side of whomever committed this heinous act.
"No, baby," I voiced softly. "I don't think they did it. They've all been accounted for."
I then explained that the protesters hadn't left their post the entire time since we'd left them there the day before other than to run across the street to grab coffee and use the McDonald's facilities before returning.
Her breath hitched.
"This is the shittiest day ever," she replied.
It was and it wasn't.
The sincerity of her words as she told me I love you still shone brightly in the forefront of my mind, despite the terrible stuff that had happened that day.
Her breath hitched again, and I rolled so I could wrap my arms around, pulling her into my chest and dropping my lips down to her head.
"I'm sorry, baby," I murmured against her hair.
The loose strands got tangled in my beard, but I didn't immediately remove them.
I liked the way having her in my arms felt. Loved the way her delicious little body fit perfectly into the curve of mine.
"Make love to me," her voice quivered. "Make me forget this awful day."
"Naomi," I whispered. "We can't do that. Not here. Everyone and their brother is in the clubhouse tonight … Not only will they hear, but it won't make this better."
I placed a kiss on her eyelid and tasted the salty tears that had just started to leak out.
"Please," she whispered.
My heart kicked at the pain in that one word.
"Naomi," I repeated.
Then she kissed me.
My girl went wild in my arms, kissing, licking, caressing.
And I became putty in her hands.
One single kiss was all it took to erase my day. To erase everything horrible that had happened, and turn my focus solely onto the woman in my arms.
"Condom," I said before it got too heated.
She smiled against my lips, knowing that she had me, and rolled.
We were in bed, both of us in nothing but our underwear.
We'd gotten into the bed right after we got out of the shower, and her hair was still wet, the long blonde strands darkened by the dampness.
It fell against my chest, one in particular lashing across my tightened nipple, sending cold tendrils of sensation through my overheated blood.
Her eyes were on me, those beautiful eyes that I thought about non-stop, as she dropped her mouth down to mine, placing one soft kiss on the edge of my lips.
She repeated the process on my nose, eyebrow, jaw, and eyelid before returning to my mouth.
This time I was ready for her, snaking my hands up her back, stopping long enough to unclasp her bra before continuing up her shoulders to curl them around and anchor her to me.
When she tried to give me another soft kiss, I deepened it, licking on the seam of her lips until she opened wide enough that I could push my tongue inside.
"I want to taste you," she breathed, pulling back as far as I would let her.
"You are tasting me," I told her, proving my point by drawing her tongue into my mouth and sucking lightly on it. "Right now."
She pulled back and my eyes fell, taking in the way the tips of her nipples had tightened into stiff peaks.
She saw where my eyes were pointed and moved to brush her chest against mine.
I moaned.
She smiled that teasing smile that I loved, and leaned forward, letting those beautiful breasts hang over my face.
When I went to pull one turgid nipple into my mouth, she put her hand onto my forehead and said, "Stay."
I groaned, let go of her shoulders, and allowed my hands to move to her hips. Once there, I pushed her ass down as my hips came up to meet her, allowing her to feel the hot length of my cock pressed against her core.
She moaned, her eyelids drooping, and as she stared down at me with sex in her eyes.
She lifted up again, separating us, and dragged the tip of her nipple along the seam of my mouth.
I opened my mouth, and her nipple grazed the tip of my tongue before she moved again.
She teased me that way for an entire minute, dragging her nipples to my mouth, giving me a single taste before she'd pull away.