Free All This Time by Marie Wathen Page A

against my lips. Holding onto me tightly, Blues lowers his face into my
hair and pants raggedly.
    “Goddamn
Baby, that was so good.”
    My
hands snake around his shoulders and I wrap my arms around his neck, securely
holding onto the last moments I have with him. That freaking unfamiliar feeling
nuzzles its way back into my chest and this time I can tell that it’s in the
vicinity of my heart.
    Time
to go ! I release the death grip my legs have on his waist and push against
his shoulders so that I can shift out from underneath him. Scooting off the
edge of the bed, I find my skirt and rush into the bathroom, locking the door
behind me. Within two minutes I am back to looking like I did upon arriving at
Blues’ house, all except for the rose color blossoming along my neck and chest
from my orgasm. Allowing myself a little time for the tell-tale sign to go
away, I stare into the mirror and frown at what I’ve permitted. Idiot!
    This
was a mistake of epic proportions. Fucking Blues jeopardizes this whole damn
mission and I honestly can’t believe that I gave into him so easily. One night
stands are cool, but this one could possibly be the worst, forcing me to do the
ultimate walk of shame, all the way up to my Captain’s office. A soft knock on
the door draws me away from my perils and I reach for the doorknob. Hesitating
briefly, part of me hopes that Blues left and it’s Natalie looking for me, but
the other part, the masochist in me, wishes that it is Blues’ standing on the
other side. Either way I will be disappointed. I pull open the door and get my
hopes dash, finding Blues glowering as he leans against the door frame.
    He
reaches down, taking my hand into his while his other hand snakes around my
neck, and I cling to his rumpled shirt. Dipping down, his lips move slowly over
mine, sipping and teasing over and over. It’s another one of those slow kisses,
and this time I break the trance that he was pulling me into with its
sweetness.
    “Angel,”
Blues warns. Unlike all the other times before his storm filled eyes don’t look
into mine, instead he fixates on my lips. He inhales a long breath, releases it
and then growls low, “Get the fuck out of my world.”

Chapter
Eleven
    July
    I
wake up hearing my cell chime, indicating I have a text message. Rolling over
to my side, I reach up and grab my phone. Natalie is inviting me and Rad over
for a pre-fourth of July dinner tonight, but I decline her request. Today I’m
picking up Kris for our ‘Girls Day Out’ festivities. After replying to the text
message, I jump into a scalding hot shower and then afterward force down
breakfast hoping to drive away the nausea.
    Since
the night of Decks’ birthday celebration my stomach has been completely messed
up. I haven’t changed my eating habits and thankfully I got my period. Even
using double protection in the form of his condom and my birth control pills
it’s unlikely that I could get pregnant, but I took a test just to make sure.
Five EPT’S confirmed that I am not with child. Thank fuck for that blessing !
    “Hello?”
I shout, walking through the front door and dumping my purse on the table in
the front foyer inside my house. I’m not supposed to come inside, so I have to
rush Kris’ ass along, but man I just need a minute inside my happy place to
regain some serenity. I close my eyes, absorb the stillness and sigh.
    “Sam?”
Kris yells back, rushing down the stairs. “Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you.”
    She
grabs me, wraps both arms around my neck, and begins jumping up and down like a
crazy woman. I laugh uncontrollably at her silliness, but I feel the same way
about being away from her for so long. Stepping back, she holds my hands out
away from my body as she scans over me.
    “You’re
too thin. What’s wrong?” Nurse Kris makes her appearance. Knowing me too well,
she can tell that I haven’t been taking proper care of myself.
    “Nothing
is wrong,” I argue, shrugging out of her hold