Неизвестный - 6. Justice For All

Rebecca kissed her. “You always do.”

Catherine’s eyes softened and she pushed her fingers into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her down for a kiss. When she released her, she murmured, “I love you. I want to help you, but it’s more than that. It’s my job too.”

“Maybe.” Rebecca sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Now you need some sleep.”

“What I really need is you.” Rebecca eased onto her side and Catherine curled into her body after switching out the light.

“You have me. And when Ali gives us the okay, I’ll show you just how much.”

“Promise?” Rebecca murmured as she felt herself slipping away.

“With all my heart.”

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v

Sloan didn’t remember falling asleep. She remembered undressing Michael by the side of the bed. She remembered sitting on the edge, still fully clothed, and Michael, nude, standing between her thighs. She’d caressed Michael’s breasts, her abdomen, her hips, the insides of her thighs while watching her face in the moonlight. After a while Michael had braced her hands on Sloan’s shoulders because her legs trembled.

Sloan hadn’t wanted to stop. She wanted to touch her everywhere, inside and out. She wanted to affirm that Michael was hers, and always would be. She slid her fingers between Michael’s thighs, stroking through her wetness, refusing to stop even when Michael warned her of what would happen, teasing relentlessly until Michael climaxed in her hand. She caught Michael as she collapsed and guided her into bed, cradling her until she fell asleep.

She hadn’t meant to sleep, but she must have, because now she was waking up. And Michael was touching her. Sloan sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. Michael was leaning over her, her blue eyes bright, her lips parted in an expression of anticipation. Groaning at the surge of pressure in the pit of her stomach, Sloan raised her head enough to see Michael’s hand moving between her legs. She had a grip on her clitoris and was slowly massaging her.

“Uh…Jesus.” Sloan collapsed back on the bed.

“Good morning,” Michael said, her voice silky and deep. She slid her fingers up and down a little faster.

Sloan made an unintelligible sound, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Michael laughed softly. “I was going to tease you until you got all excited and woke up, but you were already hard when I touched you.”

Sloan panted, feeling the orgasm swirl along her spine and coalesce beneath Michael’s fingers.

“You didn’t finish last night, did you?” Michael squeezed and pulled until Sloan’s shoulders came off the bed again, and then she abruptly released her.

“Baby.” Sloan stared at Michael, her gaze pleading. “I need—”

Michael kissed her, plunging her tongue into Sloan’s mouth while

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she caressed her breasts and stomach. When Sloan’s hips bucked into empty air, Michael quickly pushed down on the bed between her legs.

“Watch me.”

Sloan braced herself on her elbows and watched Michael lick her.

The first warm, wet caress brought her right to the edge. It was so good, and she needed to come so much. “Suck it?”

“Mmm,” Michael murmured, circling with her tongue. “I will. In a little while.”

“Feels so good.”

“You taste so good.” Michael sucked light and fast, a flutter of teeth and tongue.

“I’m going to come,” Sloan blurted.

Michael backed off and went back to licking. Every now and then, in no particular pattern, she drew Sloan completely into her mouth.

Each time she did, Sloan felt herself starting to come. And each time Michael would relax and let her slip out again.

Sloan tugged at the sheets, pulling them loose until they were bunched up around her body. The muscles in her legs clenched so tightly they started to go numb. She felt the faint scrape of teeth and then Michael was sucking her again, faster now. She clamped one hand on the back of Michael’s head and pushed herself deeper between Michael’s lips.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I’m close, baby.”

Michael’s eyes, brilliant with power and pleasure, found hers as she worked her just the way she needed to finish.

“Coming,” Sloan shouted hoarsely, bending forward to cradle Michael’s shoulders, climaxing wildly in her mouth. Michael didn’t let up and the pressure doubled, tripled, until Sloan was writhing and sweating and coming again. She fell onto her side, shuddering, struggling for breath, tears leaking from her eyes.

Michael quickly rose up beside her and pulled her into her arms.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she murmured, wiping the moisture from Sloan’s face. She cradled her head and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her mouth.

“I love you. I love you completely.”

Sloan turned her face to Michael’s breasts, clinging to the sound of her voice and the strong steady beat of her heart. “I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

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“I know. But the only thing that could ever hurt me is losing you.”

“I love you,” Sloan whispered, wishing that were really enough.

v

Sandy, in one of Dell’s T-shirts and nothing else, curled up in the corner of the disheveled sofa bed with a cup of coffee and watched Dell get dressed. She loved the way Dell did everything with precision and care, smoothing out the wrinkles in her T-shirt as she tucked the bottom tightly into her jeans, placing her wallet squarely in her back pocket, clipping her holster in just the right position on her hip. She could picture Dell in a uniform like her sister Erica had worn, all bright and shiny and flawless. Dell was like one of those poster soldiers, representing everything that was good and brave and true. Except she was real.

“You’re not going to do anything stupid, are you?”

Dell looked over, frowning. “Huh?”

“You know, like trying to save Irina and all those other girls and getting yourself killed?”

“Jesus, babe. Where is this coming from?”

“You,” Sandy said softly, staring into the empty cup. “You forget you’re not indestructible.”

Dell knelt down in front of Sandy, put the cup on the coffee table behind her, and took both of Sandy’s hands. “I don’t forget. I’m a good cop, San, and I’m not going to do anything reckless. I promise.”

She leaned forward and kissed Sandy on the mouth. “And look who’s talking. Where did you go last night?”

Sandy shrugged. “Around.”

“Around where?”

“A couple places to meet up with some friends.”

“Uh-huh. Strip clubs down on the avenue, right?”

Sandy shrugged again.

“I carry a gun, babe. I’ve got backup. I know how to fight.” Dell rested her forehead on Sandy’s knee, sliding her arms around Sandy’s waist. “Jesus Christ. You’re out there all alone.”

Sandy grabbed a fistful of Dell’s hair and pulled her head up. She

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stared fiercely into her face. “I’m not stupid, either. I carry a phone, I watch where I’m going. I have friends out there who watch out for me.

I want to come home to you too.”

“I wish you weren’t doing what you’re doing for Frye.”

Sandy blinked. Dell hadn’t said to stop, she’d just said she wished she wouldn’t. Dell was scared. Her brave, steady cop was scared. “I know, baby. And I’ll be careful.”

“Fuck, this is hard,” Dell muttered.

“Yeah.” Sandy tugged on Dell’s hair. “I want to know what happens with Irina.”

“Aw, babe—”

“I mean it, rookie. Because if you don’t tell me, I’m just going to make things up in my head. And they’ll probably be a lot worse.”