She slides down and strokes my shaft while licking my balls. Taking each into her mouth, she tests my pain threshold by sucking deeply, one at a time. I moan my appreciation. She licks my shaft, slowly working her way to the top. She licks every drop of precum, and then, taking a deep breath, she wraps her lips around the head.
She makes it a third of the way down before I hit the back of her throat. Tinsley strokes me and twists her hand, moving up and down. She pauses. “I know with practice, I can take it all.”
“I promise you, I’m not complaining,” I manage.
Tinsley grins, and one of her hands disappears. I’m sure she’s playing with herself. The thought of her mastering her satisfaction while bouncing up and down on my cock with her mouth completely turns me on. I warn her. “Baby, I’m close.”
She moans and strokes faster. Pulling her head back, she licks her lips. “Give it to me, lover. I want every drop.”
It only takes a moment once she wraps her lips back around the head before I unload stream after stream into her hot, willing mouth.
She slurps it down and licks her lips. “That was so worth the wait.”
I pull her up and kiss her deeply. This woman does something to me that I can’t explain. She strokes and caresses my member, and it doesn’t take long before I begin to get hard again. Her long, languid strokes bring me to full hardness, and she looks at me, her eyes hooded with desire.
Reaching for one of the condoms, she rips the foil package, but before she rolls it down my aching shaft, she takes me into her mouth and down her throat.
“I want to feel the inside of you,” I groan.
She releases my cock with a pop and rolls the condom on. Straddling my hips, she guides me to her and gasps as I enter. Taking a deep breath, she moves her hips from side to side as she adjusts to my size.
I reach for her breasts and tweak her nipples. No words are spoken as Tinsley moves up and down, going deeper and deeper until I’m fully seated, deep in her tunnel.
Her hair covers part of her face, and she looks at me with a half-smile.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Tinsley sets her own pace, and my thumb circles her hard nub as I begin to move my hips faster.
“Yes, baby, yes!” she moans. “Like that, don’t stop!”
As she shakes from her orgasm, her vaginal walls pull and squeeze me, milking. Her wetness leaks down to my balls. But she doesn’t break her rhythm and continues to ride me until her breathing returns to normal. “I’m going to turn around.”
I nod. I don’t care what she does as long as she doesn’t stop. My own pinnacle is slowly building. Now I’m looking at her beautiful heart-shaped ass, and she rolls my balls in her hands. She lifts a little bit, and I drive in and out beneath her.
“Oh, yes,” Tinsley cries as I make love to her slowly.
“Come for me, baby. Fill me up,” she demands as I pick up speed.
“So close, ugh, yes, I’m coming,” I manage.
After I erupt inside her, she collapses back on top of me, and I kiss her feverishly. Rolling to my side, I pull her into me and drift toward sleep.
We’re finally together, where we need to be.
Chapter 27
Landon
I’m working through my final pieces of the code when my phone vibrates on the table. The caller ID tells me it’s Jim.
“Hey, man, what’s up?”
“Heather McCoy is in the news today.”
I’m surprised because I would expect Fiona to call, or maybe Greer from SHN, but not Jim. “Did she have her baby?” It is the second half of August now…
Tinsley looks up, so I put the phone on speaker.
“That would be good news,” Jim agrees.
He doesn’t add anything, which makes me nervous. “What did she do?”
“She’s disappeared,” he informs us.
I lean back in my chair. I feel a bit grateful this mess is close to being over, and then I realize there’s a reason Jim is the one calling me.
“She knew the baby wasn’t mine,” I say slowly. “Could she have snuck away to have the baby somewhere else, without the embarrassment that she lied?”
“The police are investigating that theory,” Jim hedges.
“Okay, so why all the cloak and dagger?”
“They found her blood in the apartment. I spoke with a detective I’ve worked with a lot, and he let me know you were SFPD’s number-one suspect.”
Tinsley shakes her head. I’ve been by her side nonstop since we returned to the ranch three and a half weeks ago.
“Did you tell him I’m here in Montana at my ranch and have been for almost a month, with Tinsley and a house full of staff?”
“I did, and I shared that we have statements from all the players at the poker tournament last October, including Walker Clifton, which verify that you were with them when she claimed you were getting her pregnant. We also have video of you from the Shangri-la on those dates and video of her at Tate’s bar in San Francisco, where she claims she met you, that same day. She leaves with a guy.”
I feel a little better knowing that. “If they have her blood, they can also test that to determine I’m not the father. Something was shady about that first round of testing.”
“They did test it again. It looks like she wasn’t pregnant.”
I pump my fists in the air. “Then I’m done?”
“I wish it was that easy,” Jim whispers into the phone.
My stomach drops.
“My detective friend let me know that the detective handling the
