Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

sliding from her chair and crawling on her hands and knees beneath the table, slowly opening his zipper and taking his engorged shaft into her talented, eager mouth.
    El e was looking right into his eyes. She ran her tongue along her teeth, leaning toward him across the table, letting him see her smirk. “My sisters are here. Would you mind getting the door while I clear the table and put the dishes in the sink?†Her voice dripped with innocence.
    He caught her hand as she rose graceful y and pul ed her to his side. “You think you’re going to get away with that?†His mouth nuzzled her breast, his hand cupping her mound through her jeans. “They have to leave sometime and then you aren’t going to be so safe.â€
    She laughed softly, a clear taunt, knowing ful wel she’d gotten the best of him. He watched her hips sway as she picked up their plates and walked to the sink. She made anywhere she was home. And she made him feel alive. He carried the tea mugs and came up behind her, trapping her body between his and the sink, setting the mugs behind her so he could cage her in.
    El e looked up at him and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. And then he kissed her. Her taste was addictive. Her mouth sweet and hot and as hungry as his own. She stretched up to circle his neck with her arms, opening her mouth to his, tongue dancing with his, stroking and caressing and making love, long kisses that went on forever until the pounding on the door brought them both back to reality.
    â€œIt’s a good thing you’re letting your beard grow. My face would be hacked up. I have sensitive skin. I won’t be able to kiss you if you shave again.â€
    He kept his hands on her waist, holding her stil . “I’l have to quit my job. I can’t have a job as a sheriff unless I can go undercover.
    That’s why I was grew this.†He rubbed the light beard.
    â€œYou look like a gruff old mountain man.â€
    â€œMean.†He sounded pleased. “Jackson the badass.â€
    She rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans. “Jackson in trouble.â€
    He put her firmly away from him and forced his body under control so he could walk to the front door without every step being painful. There was a congregation on his front porch. Bomber tilted his head to give him a look.
    â€œYeah, you let her signal you not to bark. Whose side are you on?†He glared at his dog, the traitor, and opened the door wide to let El e’s family in.
    Al of them. The entire Drake family. Sarah with Damon. He real y liked Damon, the quietest among them and probably the most bril iant, although Tyson, Libby’s fiancé, was in the running for that title as wel . Damon was older and much more settled. He had a calming influence on everyone, never saying much, but when he did, they al listened.
    Jackson had a fondness for Sarah. The oldest of the Drake sisters, she real y looked out for her sisters—and everyone else. Sarah had a good head on her shoulders. He felt her touch El e’s mind, the lightest of brushes and something inside her stil ed. She squeezed Damon’s hand and smiled before flicking Jackson a quick look. He knew she was very aware he and El e had made love. Sarah leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
    â€œThank you, Jackson. She feels happy,†Sarah whispered.
    He glanced back at El e and was surprised she wasn’t in the room yet. Sarah meant they could feel the difference in her and he realized he could as wel . Her spirit was lighter. Stronger. El e had come back to them. Al of her sisters were looking at him with stars in their eyes. He squirmed under the affectionate gazes, unused to being the center of attention.
    â€œHow are you, Abbey?†He turned to his partner in crime, avoiding Aleksandr’s glare. The man had an arm wrapped tightly around his woman’s waist and didn’t look as if he’d be letting go for a long while.
    â€œIn trouble. Aleksandr is worse than the shark.†She winked at him. “Mostly bruises. Some stitches.â€
    â€œInfection,†Aleksandr snapped.
    Abbey made a face. “I had intravenous antibiotics last night and Libby’s helping so I’l be fine. The dolphins are alive and that’s what counts. Thank you for helping me last night.â€
    Libby stepped in with Tyson. Her large eyes searched his face and something in her seemed