Slenderman by CeeRee Fields (good novels to read TXT) 📗

in the southeast, she’d been spared. The DEA and ATF were using her as a witness and mining her for every nugget of information she had.

“I would love to see what our kids would look like—”

“I hope like you,” Jo cut in. She was plain. Brown hair, even features, on the small side. The only notable thing about her was her eyes, and those scared the crap out of everyone. Mostly because she saw everyone she didn’t know as a threat until they proved to be a friend. It kept her on her toes and helped her keep Rhys and Rian safe.

Rhys, on the other hand, was gorgeous. Light brown hair with streaks of blond, burnished gold, and dark wheat that looked like the same color of a lion’s mane. Dusky skin that tanned easily in the sun. Even his shimmering eyes were the color of a lion’s. Her sexy golden man.

“And I want to look into maybe adoption or foster care. I think between all of us we’d be able to give them a stable home,” Rhys stated.

Tears sprang to Jo’s eyes. It was what she’d wanted the most. She worked with disadvantaged kids, saw kids that would benefit so much from a good home and a solid foundation. Yeah, she and Rhys could have their own, but there were already so many children that needed parents. She wanted to do both. “Are you serious right now?”

The worry etched into the lines in Rhys’s face fell to his beaming smile. “Yes.”

She squealed and wiggled on top of him, the hammock rocked, tilting them precariously close to the concrete patio. Her legs bracketed him as she sat up, trying to help steady the thick pieces of rope. Rhys’s fingers dug into her thighs forcing her to stillness.

“After I graduate, we’ll look into it. Right now, I’m starting the new job in a week.”

“The one with your friends.” Jo nibbled her bottom lip. She hadn’t met the people who had wanted Rhys to set up practice with them yet.

“Yep, you’re still off this weekend, right?”

“Only Saturday for sure. Sunday I could be called in.”

“I wanted you to meet my partners.”

“We can try, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stay the whole time. What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner out. Maybe at the Indian restaurant in Highland.”

“You know I’m in.” Indian was her second favorite type of restaurant. “But maybe we should plan it after the first of the year?”

His frown was fierce. “Why?”

“Because Sunday starts the official week of Halloween which means the wackadoos start up. If something happens Saturday night, I will get a call. And after Halloween, you know we get slammed. Between everyone taking time off plus how much crime ramps up, I’m always on the go.”

“I’ll tell them we’ll plan it after the first.” Then Rhys chuckled. “Wackadoos—”

She dug into his sides lightening the mood. “It’s your brother’s fault. He kept asking what nutjob had to do with guys’ nuts and I refuse to go back to GlenCare again. I swear I should tell the captain to add it into our jurisdiction as many times as I’ve had to go over there.”

“Because you kept cursing.”

Jo pressed a kiss to Rhys’s lips. “Well, thanks to the curse jar and the director of GlenCare I’m almost cured.”

His hands moved up her thighs and she slapped them. “Not on this moving rope of death. We are not getting frisky on it unless you want both of us to end up in traction.”

The gleam in his eyes made Jo giggle, and she launched from her perch, leaving him to scramble to stay on the wildly rocking hammock.

“I’ll get you for this, Rayburn!” he shouted at her retreating back.

“Good. I’ll be waiting.” Popping her head back out of the door that led to their master suite, she held her bra aloft and dropped it on the deck. “Naked.”

His eyes widened then narrowed, and she knew she would be in for it. Hurrying to the bed, she stumbled out of her clothes on the way. She had one knee on the mattress before she was grabbed from behind. Another giggle bubbled up and then she was tossed face up on the bed.

“Why Rhysian Harrison, are you naked in my bedroom?” Jo drawled her words and fluttered her eyelashes. Something she’d never have thought to do before meeting Rhys.

He held up her bra and underwear. “I was just following an interesting trail.”

Covering her face as it heated in embarrassment, she had never been this forward. But Rhys wouldn’t let her get away with hiding as he blanketed her body and nudged her arm aside. “I love you, hon. And I love playing with you.” He captured her lips, his tongue dueled with hers.

The giddy joy morphed into want and need. Emotions he drew effortlessly from her. He was her drug of choice. One she loved to indulge in as often as possible.

His arms caged her as he wove his fingers into her hair and tipped her head. Their ever-present spark flared to life and Jo arched. The golden pelt on his chest abraded her nipples and stomach. Dragging her foot up the outside of his leg, she nipped the bottom of his lip. His passion made her head spin. Everything about him called to her deepest desires.

Nips down the side of her neck drew a shiver. The bend of her shoulder a moan.

“One day, we’ll go fast and then take our time.” Open-mouthed kisses over her chest to her breast which he nibbled around before laving it. “I want to map every piece of you with my mouth, hands, and eyes. Find all those hidden spots. Maybe a few I can touch in public.” Rhys’s voice deepened and turned powerful and sensual as his moist breath puffed across her nipple, pulling a shudder from her. She wanted his mouth on her. Not teasing.

“Everything you do turns me on.” She trailed her fingers over the one spot she could touch in public that