“Uh, yes. Yes, they are. They’re excited about meeting Braden too,” I answered, thankful for the change in subject.
“They are?” He looked happy.
“Yes, they are. Don’t forget, though, that I warned you about Bubbe.”
* * *
That afternoon went quickly as I prepared my cases for the next day. They were pretty unexciting, just some drug dealers, check forgers, purse snatchers, and the usual. There were no burrito assault cases or geriatric booty callers. Cam worked with Jess again and they were laughing and talking like old friends.
“So what are you ladies doing for dinner?” Cam asked.
“I think I’m just going to grab something and take it home with me,” I answered.
“I don’t have any plans,” Jess said.
“Well, Maybe you and I could go out and get a bite,” Cam suggested.
“Sure,” she said. “Maybe we could go out for a drink afterward.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jess point to me surreptitiously and mouth “booty call” and giggle quietly. I was so glad that people were so up-to-date with the intimate details of my sex life.
“Sounds great,” Cam said with slightly unnatural-sounding enthusiasm.
They worked until six and then left together. I put in another half hour and then left, picked up some deli, and went home. I had eaten and washed up by eight and there was no sign of Jess. My cell started ringing and I saw it was Braden, calling earlier than usual. I felt a little nervous anticipation as I answered.
“Hey handsome.”
“Still want me to come calling?”
“I would love to be called on. Jess is out with Cameron.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
He was there in five. I opened the door to let him in and noticed that he was dressed casually in jeans and a tee-shirt but he had a suit bag with him.
“Planning to spend the night?”
“Planning to kick me out of bed?” He came over, leaned down and gave me a deliciously minty, yet wonderfully hot kiss.
“Mm. You’re always welcome in my bed.”
“Good. Let’s go there now and make good use of our privacy while it lasts.”
“She could be back anytime. I’m not making any noise tonight.”
“Oh, I’ll bet I can get you to make some noise.” He smiled wickedly.
“Oh really?” I started backing up toward my bedroom.
“Oh really. Besides, I’m not going to be quiet tonight. I’m going to whisper all kinds of dirty things in your ear.” I swallowed hard and felt myself start to sweat. I so wanted him to whisper dirty things in my ear.
“Come and get me,” I said in my best saucy voice and then I turned and hurried into my room.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As soon as the door was closed behind us he was all over me and I was loving it. He practically threw me down on the bed and he had me naked in under a minute. Before I could even say, ‘You’re so good at this,’ he had himself naked too and he was crawling toward me, pausing to run his tongue around my belly button a few times and then lick his way up to my breasts. Oh lord! He was so good at that too. He began circling one nipple with his tongue and then dragged it into his mouth and started sucking vigorously. My hips came off the bed so hard and fast that I almost threw him off but he managed to stay with me. If he ever wanted to give up law he might have a career in rodeo.
“Oh God yes!” I moaned loudly and I felt him smile. So much for not making any noise. He worked on the other breast for a while as I contributed by writhing around, moaning, raking my nails on his back and grabbing his hair. Hey, I was happy to do my part. We were both being rather unruly tonight.
“Promise me,” I panted, “you’ll tell me if you hear Jess come home.”
“I promise,” he murmured, leaving my breast and nibbling a trail over my collarbone and up along my neck. Then bracing himself over me on his forearms, and using his hips to create all kinds of delightful friction between us, he started to whisper the most wonderfully dirty things in my ear. I won’t go into everything that he said, but by the time he got to “and then I’m going to fuck you hard until you scream my name”, I had pretty much lost all semblance of self-control.
He was a man of his word too. He did everything that he promised he would. First he was on top, and then I was on top, and then he was behind me holding onto my hair and playfully slapping my ass in the “naughty but not really painful” way — not in the “I’m going to put a ball-gag in your mouth and suspend you from the ceiling” way. This was the first time we had ever had sex this rowdy together. In fact, this was the first time I had ever had sex this rowdy at all. I’m telling you, this wasn’t your grandmother’s booty call. Unless, of course, your grandmother was a sex-crazed hussy like me. I don’t know what exactly had gotten into us, but for some reason we were just both in the mood to be wicked and wild.