Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations (29 page)

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“Oh, my God!”
Jocelyn screamed when she saw Grace standing in the front lobby of the Albert County Sheriff’s Office.

Grace was relieved she had Blaise at her back when the other woman nearly knocked her over in her enthusiastic embrace.

Laughing, the two women hugged as Jocelyn peppered her with questions. “What happened to you? Were you really missing or just off on a romantic adventure?” As Jocelyn leaned back, her eyes moved to the scar on Grace’s forehead and her demeanor immediately changed. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. What happened?”

“I had a car accident and had to recuperate for a while.”

Jocelyn’s eyes widened as she held fast to Grace’s hands. “You were alone, weren’t you? In the hospital alone?”

“Um…it was okay,” Grace stumbled, hating to lie to her friend, but not knowing what Blaise wanted her to say.

“We found her and she’s well now,” he stepped in, easily explaining without giving anything away.

“Thank God,” Jocelyn grinned. Her expression morphed into disgust as she stepped back and said, “And that snake, Carter, got your job, didn’t he?”

“Um…”

“After your detective friend here,” she continued, nodding toward Blaise, “came to see me, I called the Richland Airport just to check. I found out you were no longer working there, but he was.”

“I wouldn’t call him a snake,” Grace said, her shoulder lifting slightly. “I wasn’t there and they needed someone.” Cocking her head to the side, she added, “I thought you two were friends.”

Blushing slightly Jocelyn heaved a sigh. “Well…to be honest…we had a falling out. I…we went out one night, drank too much and…”

“Really?” Grace asked, surprised.

“Yeah, really. Then I did the walk of shame and he was such an ass the next day. He started trash talking you and Gypsy and how you only got the RIA job because you were a woman. Such a whiner! I walked away and never looked back.”

Wanting to get the conversation off of her, Grace looked around at the neat, orderly Sheriff’s office. “So, how’s working here?”

Jocelyn shrugged, saying, “It’s okay. I know they needed a dog and handler ‘cause even small counties now have problems with drugs. Mostly I check out some of the places the teens hang out, hoping to catch some dealers.” Smiling, she added, “It’s not very exciting, but it pays the bills. I do get to work at the Charlestown Airport. I’m kind of on call there. I get called in when their regular person is out sick or something. It’s not very exciting either since it’s such a small airport, but it keeps me on my toes.”

After a few more minutes of catching up, Grace hugged Jocelyn goodbye with promises to get together soon. As Blaise and she drove away, he observed her carefully. “What are you thinking, babe?”

“At first, I was afraid to try to step back into my life…afraid my memories wouldn’t connect to what was real. But the K-9 training field, Mr. Wilkins, Jocelyn…all are just as I remembered.”

“So what next?” he asked carefully.

Pursing her lips, she gazed up at him. “I don’t know. I wanted to see everyone and that included the airport and Carter, but now I’m not so sure.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We’ll do this at your pace,” he assured. “If you don’t want to ever step foot in the RIA again, that’s good too.”

Sighing, she said, “Maybe tomorrow. I think I’d just like to go home now.”

Blaise grinned as he turned the SUV around, her words warming his heart.
Home. She called our place home.

T
he barking of
dogs greeted Blaise and Grace as they pulled up. She rushed out of his vehicle, crying, “Oh, poor babies. We were gone so long!”

Shaking his head, Blaise replied, “Hate to tell you, but they’ve been left all day before you came along. They’re used to it.”

She hustled into the back room, immediately going to the food bins. Scooping what she could, Blaise took over, carrying out the heavy containers. While he fed, she grabbed the hose to clean the kennels. Working side by side, he could not keep the smile off his face.
She’s perfect. Fuckin’ perfect.

“What would you do when you were gone overnight?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, I’ve got a neighbor down the road. She comes over and takes care of them.”

Grace was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Is she…pretty? This neighbor who comes over?”

Blaise stopped what he was doing and turned around, the almost empty container of food in his hand. “Uh, yeah…gorgeous actually.”

A flash of jealousy shot through her eyes, as she continued to hose out the kennel. “Does she still come around?”

“Whenever I need her,” he replied, beginning to chuckle, then realized he needed to stop the joke. “To be honest, she’s beautiful, but would have been more my type about forty years ago. And I don’t think her husband would want me checking her out.”

“You…you…” she sputtered, glaring at his grinning face. Looking down at the hose, still running with water, in her hand, she met his grin.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he warned. “Don’t even think about it!”

“Think about what?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet, as she turned the hose on him.

Blaise dropped the empty canister, and raced toward the spray of water, getting soaked in the process. Gypsy and Ransom jumped around in the water, barking at their owners.

Screeching, Grace tried to run but her feet became tangled in a mixture of dogs and the hose. Just has she was about to face plant onto the ground, Blaise snagged her waist and, rolling as they fell together, he managed to land first with her safely on top of him.

“Uff,” they both groaned at the same time.

Gazing down at his face, water droplets still falling from his blond hair to the ground below, she smiled. His blue eyes twinkled as they gazed back at her. Her heart pounded, staring at his handsome face, realizing he was it for her. Lying protectively on top of him, she said, “You saved me…once more, you saved me.”

“If a good dousing is what I get when you’re a little jealous, remind me not to make you really mad,” he grinned. Sitting up, he tucked his legs under him to stand, his arms still around her.

She glanced down at his shirt, wet and slightly muddy, as the dogs continued to bark in excitement. “I’m sorry I got a little jealous. For someone like you, I can imagine that you’d have women knocking down your door to be with you.”

Laughing, he bent over, kissing the top of her head. “Just to get it out there, babe, there are no other women in my life. No one wanted to take a chance on a man who lives out in the country, surrounded by animals.”

Standing up straight, she smiled as her dark brown eyes met his gaze. “Well, then the loss is for them…and is my gain!”

They quickly finished the kennel feeds and cleaning, then headed to the house to take care of the inside animals. Talon, mewling at the indignity of being in a cage, poked his paws out to grab their attention.

“Can he come out soon?” she asked.

“Actually, he can come out now. He’s had a quarantine time and is now up to date on his shots.”

Cooing, she opened the cage, cuddling the kitten in her arms. “I remember the last time you were out and we got surprised, little one. You nearly clawed me to death!” Putting him down on the floor, she giggled as Talon hissed and spit at Gypsy and Ransom sniffing her over.

“Don’t worry about them,” Blaise said. “They’ll learn to get along.”

Turning back to him, she said, “You need a shower…and your clothes need to be washed. If you take them off, I’ll throw them into the washing machine now.”

Lifting an eyebrow, he quipped, “You just want to get me naked.”

Blushing, she agreed. “Well, yeah, I do!”

“I’ll get naked if you will,” he said, stalking over to her, stopping only when his body was pressed against hers.

Leaning her head way back to hold his heated gaze, she breathed, “Oh, yeah…”

Within a flash his lips were on hers, shooting straight to white hot.

Her fingers went to his shirt, fumbling as she tried to undo the buttons without losing his lips. The height difference was not a big deal, but right now, the forward angle of his body to continue the kiss made it difficult to get to his buttons. Abandoning that effort, she grabbed his belt instead.

Unbuckling it was easy but her fingers once more fumbled, trying to unzip his pants over his prominent erection.

Blaise wrapped his arms around her waist and hefted her in his arms, making the lip-lock easier to maintain while he stalked to the front of the house. Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she finally managed to unbutton his shirt and attempted to pull it over his head. Laying her down on the stairs, he pressed his swollen cock against her heat underneath him as he reached behind him, grabbing his polo and jerking it over his head. Tossing it to the side, it landed on the floor by the front door.

She managed to scoot up two stairs while grabbing the bottom of her shirt as well, pulling it over her head, throwing it up the stairs behind her. With his cock desperate to maintain contact with her body, he crawled up until it rested against her jean-clad sex once more.

Grace grabbed his face, pulling it toward her as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, drinking him in. His tongue dueled with hers, vying for dominance.

Lifting his hips, he slid his hands between their bodies as he struggled with her jeans, but the wet fabric proved difficult. She pushed on his shoulders for a second, creating enough space that she was able to scoot a few more steps upwards. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shimmied out of the wet pants, leaving them where they lay.

While she continued to scoot up a few more steps, he divested himself of his socks and then jeans as well. A few more steps and her bra and his boxers joined the trail of clothing from front hall to the top of the stairs.

With only one more piece of clothing left, she grinned mischievously before whirling around and attempting to escape. With a large hand reaching out, he snagged her panties, dragging them down her legs as she dissolved into giggles.

Now, both completely naked, they lay on the top step, panting. His eyes dilated with lust as she spread her legs wide, looping them on his shoulders. With a grin, he kissed her belly before sending a trail of kisses down to the prize he sought.

With the scent of her arousal in the air, he dove in, licking and sucking until she thought she would go mad with desire. Her hands reached down, gaining purchase in his hair, loving the feel of it through her fingers.

Lost in his own world of desire, Blaise tongued her slick folds, nipping on her swollen clit. His awareness was heightened; he felt her calves on his shoulders, her fingers running through his hair. Her taste, unique, filled his nostrils with her scent and his tongue with its warmth.

Her hips bucked upward and she knew her orgasm was close. Grinning, while still sucking, he reached one large hand up and gently tweaked her distended nipple. With a huge jolt, she came in his mouth, cries of his name on her lips.

As she slowly relaxed, he continued his trail of kisses from her sex upward over her belly and to her breasts. Giving each one attention, he moved to kiss her neck before sucking on her pulse point. Sliding his nose up by her ear, he whispered endearments as his body, tight with need lay over hers.

Finally kissing her lips, she tasted her juices on his tongue. Grabbing his shoulders, she dug her fingernails into his skin, pulling him in closer.

“Come on, babe,” he finally said, knowing she could not possibly be comfortable on the top step. Standing, he scooped her limp, and sated, body into his massive arms and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her on the center of the bed, he was surprised when she moved faster and rolled so that she was on top.

Grinning, she kept her eyes on his as she shimmied down his body until she was seated on his legs. Leaning forward, she took his cock into her mouth, her moist lips surrounding his girth.

Fuckin’ hell! I’m gonna come right now!
Trying to keep his eyes on her mouth as it moved up and down his shaft, he finally gave up, throwing his head back against the mattress. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered how he had ever managed to find a woman just right for him. That was the last coherent thought he had as her tongue and mouth continued to work their magic.

Moving on instinct, Grace pumped the bottom of his cock with her hand as her mouth continued to suck, swirl, and trace her tongue around his sensitive rim. She heard his groan and smiled around his erection, memorizing the taste of him.

“God, I’m gonna come.” When he could tell she was continuing, he battled the decision to either come in her warm mouth or buried balls deep inside her pussy. The latter won out. Grabbing her by her shoulders, he pulled her upward until her sex was directly over his cock. “Please, babe. I want in.”

“Whatever you say, honey,” she panted, reaching between her legs and grasping his dick in her hand, placing its tip at her opening. Sliding down, inch by inch, she kept her hands on his chest as she accommodated his impressive girth. The slow friction only made her want more and as soon as he was fully seated, she rose up on her knees before moving back down again. Over and over until she was panting.