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  “Roger that, sir,” Benjamin said, standing up.

  Shane nodded his head too and stood up. “We’ll get started with the witness,” he said, exiting the room.

  “It’s nice to see you back,” Captain Boggs said, looking at Shane, grin on his face.

  “Glad to be back.” He closed the door and went back to his desk where he went over the file report. He made a memo to tell Jasmine about her family going to Denver for a surprise visit.

  ***

  All Jasmine wanted was for Shane to come home and help her with Shay. She was pooped on once, peeded on twice. Not to mention she had baby throw up on her. Damn she wanted a quick shower, but she was scared to leave Shay asleep in her bassinet while she washed. Sitting on the sofa Jasmine, watched her little princess sleep. Sometimes she felt that the day went by too fast, and everyday Shay was growing.

  For the past three weeks, Jasmine avoided any and all phone calls from her parents like the plague. She couldn’t afford for them to hear Shay’s cries in the background. Her fingers itched to pick up the phone and call her mother, it was true what people say it takes a village to raise a kid and dammit, she needed Shane’s family and hers.

  Her ears perked up when she heard Shane’s truck coming down the dirt road. Her heat skipped a beat when she hear the door closed, and his boots against the gravel driveway. When he walked through the door Jasmine smiled, she wanted to take off and run into his arms.

  “Hey, how was your morning?” Shane asked with that sweet and concerned voice.

  Damn did he get more handsome since going to work this morning? “It was fine,” Jasmine said when she founded her voice. “I see you brought lunch.”

  “Yeah,” he said, holding the bag up. “From your favorite Mexican restaurant, I asked them to load you up with veggies.”

  Her voice was struck in her throat, she couldn’t form a coherent word with fear of saying something wrong or taking the meaning of him remembering her favorite restaurant and the fact he asked for extra vegetables because he knew that she was breastfeeding. “Thanks,” she said. Standing up she went Shane and took the bag from him. “I’ll fix the plates and you sit down. Shay is asleep, but you can watch her as she sleeps.”

  “I plan on it.” He took his holster off and placed it on the kitchen counter. He saw how uneasy Jasmine was when she looked at the gun. She came from a law enforcement family; her father was a detective with the Dallas Police Department for twenty-eight years not to mention her brothers were officers of the law. “The safety is on,” he assured her.

  “You have a gun safe for it right?” she asked as she took plates from the cabinet.

  “Yes.” He came up beside Jasmine; she smelled like baby vomit and something sweet that he couldn’t put his finger on. “I know how to use my gun,” he said against her ear.

  “Of course,” she breathed, and tried to get her mind off the closeness of his body against her.

  Shane moved toward the sink and washed his hands as his eyes were glued to woman standing inches away from him. “Jasmine have you talked to your parents lately?” he asked.

  “I texted them yesterday,” she replied, placing the plates on the kitchen table. “Why?” She turned around looking at him.

  “Benjamin told me your parents are planning a surprise visit this weekend.” He saw the look of shock on her beautiful face.

  “I just….” She tried to speak. “I need…a little more time.”

  Shane stood in front of Jasmine, who was trying her best to keep her sight fixed on the floor. “Austin and Farrah will be back on the ranch tomorrow, I already spoken with her on the journey home about fixing an appetizer and she agreed. I recalled that you have a friend named Sandra, get her over here to help you.”

  Just the mention of Sandra’s name caused Jasmine blood to boil. “We’re not friends anymore.” Her eyes finally met his. “We had this huge disagreement.”

  “About?”

  “Girl stuff.” Jasmine shrugged and placed the plates on the table. “Eat,” she said.

  “Yes ma’am.” He pulled out her chair.

  Shane was an absolute southern gentleman, her mother used to tell her those types of guys were a dying breed. He was always polite unless you rubbed him the wrong way, and very hospitable. Shane was the type of man who would give you his jacket if you said you were cold, not to mention he was a passionate.

  “Thanks,” she said softly and sat down.

  Shane walked to the bassinet and brought it into the kitchen and placed it onto the table. “I think everyone will have a heart attack, when they find out about the cute baby we made.”

  “Yep, I can see it now.” Jasmine cringed as she thought about her parents, brothers and what they would say. “Remind me to hide all the knives.”

  “I will,” he said with amusement, as he dipped his tortilla chip into the fresh guacamole. “I got you a tostada salad.”

  “Yeah, but I rather have some of your nachos.” Jasmine reached over for his plate only to receive a slap on the hand. “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah,” he groaned as he ate another chip. “Eat the salad.”

  Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She pouted.

  “I have an hour to burn with you, did you want to shower before I leave?” he asked. Shane placed a few nachos on Jasmine’s plate.

  “Alright,” she said happily, and gobbled down her salad. Standing up she gave him a slight peck on the cheek, taking one last peek at her peaceful sleep baby.

  Jasmine made a mad dash to her bedroom, where she slipped out her clothes and into the hot water that greeted her skin. Her mind was whirling around the fact that she told Shane she would stay with him until her maternity ended but there was no way Jasmine could do that. Every time she was around him words seem to get stuck in her throat. The kiss from earlier had her mind in a loop, she was confused and the sexual tension between them was becoming stronger each and every moment. Jasmine made her mind up at that moment, she would leave Texas next month if not she would do something with Shane that she would eventually regret.

  “Jasmine? Jasmine?” Shane voice called out. Knocking on the bedroom door, he held the baby monitor in his hand. Walking into the bright room, he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

  Damn was she still in the shower? Jasmine had been in the shower for ten minutes now. Did she forget he had to go back to work, he rapped on the door again, waited for a response. Nothing. He knocked again, still nothing. Shane began to worry; horrible thoughts surface to in his head, did Jasmine fall and couldn’t get up.

  “I’m coming in!” he yelled, making sure she heard him. He opened the door and peeped inside.

  When he was walking in, Jasmine was walking out the glass door, she must have sensed him in the bathroom because she jumped back slightly but made no moves to cover her bewitching silhouette.

  “What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked.

  “Umm…well you been in here…for an hour,” he stammered awkwardly.

  “You could have knocked.”

  “I did a thousand times…not to mention I thought something seriously happened to you.”

  Jasmine gave him a yeah right expression.

  “I have to…get back to work,” he mumbled. Shane tried to stop staring at Jasmine’s completely naked body, but everything time he focused on something else, his eyes would revert right back to her figure.

  “Well, you can leave,” she said, clearing her throat.

  Shane couldn’t think straight, he felt like he was a teenage boy filled with lust. He was standing in front of her within two steps; he placed his mouth over hers. Their tongues battled each other for control, but Shane knew this was a battle that Jasmine would lose.

  “I don’t know what’s happening,” he murmured into her mouth.

  His hands started to move up and down her wet body, he knew her every spot. Shit when they danced around in the bed months ago, the feel of her body was still etched in
his brain. He grasped her breasts, a small gasp escaped from her lips. His member grew harder and unbearable.

  “Shay?” she asked against his mouth.

  “In the living room asleep,” he groaned as her hands fumbled with the button on his jeans. Opening slowly and lowering the zipper, Jasmine’s fingers grazed his harden length. He needed release. Shane shrugged off his pants all while kissing. Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed.

  No words were spoken between them, it’s like they were reading each other’s minds. The feel of Jasmine’s naked body taunted him like no else. This was embarking on a journey of no return. Jasmine’s warm hands pulled down his briefs, stroking his length.

  “Baby,” he sighed.

  “Shh…” Jasmine replied as she ripped the buttons off his white shirt.

  He was taken aback by her brazenness until she gripped his member.

  Shane shuddered with pleasure as Jasmine moved her hand in up and down motions. Damn she was making him feel incredible.

  “Jazz…Ohhh” he yelled.

  Those perfectly manicured hands sped up. With the strength he didn’t know that Jasmine had, she flipped him onto his back. Her mouth formed in an O shape as she lowered her head to his cock. Shane closed his eyes, as she took him deep. He’d never felt pleasure like this before. He grunted and groaned as she sucked harder, making his hips buckle. Her tongue flickered across the head. Shane gripped the sheets, and grunted as he released into her mouth. Her eyes met his, with a wicked grin as she swallowed.

  “My turn,” he said, yanking her body to him. His mouth crushed her with a fury of kisses as he pushed her back into the mattress. His lips traveled to her neck, and kissed downwards until he reached her breasts. “I’ve been wanting to do this.” He took a chocolate nipple into his mouth. He sucked harder onto her breasts as one hand dipped into her wet pussy.

  Then he tasted something on his tongue, his daughter’s food source was delighting his taste buds. It was a sweet, nutty taste with a hint of fruit. Shane became greedy and bit her nipple causing Jasmine to scream out in delight and pain. For weeks, he dreamed about them in his mouth. He sucked and swallowed like a starved baby.

  He slipped two fingers into her wet box. Jasmine gasped, small noises emitted from the back of her throat. Moans erupted from her as he moved his fingers in and out, teasing her side. He rubbed her clit, causing her hips to buckle.

  Her moans grew louder as he stroked her nice and slow. Shane fucked her with his fingers, stroking deep and hard, giving her his full attention.

  “Yes, oh yes,” she chanted as spasms seized her body. “More,” she gasped huskily.

  Shane’s goal was to give Jasmine any and everything that she wanted and more. Thrusting his powerful member into her, her nails scraped his back. The yearning to be with her was consuming him, not just in a sexual way. He wanted to claim Jasmine St. Clair. Not because his cock was embedded inside of her, this was beyond lust.

  Their tongues tangled as they kissed each other senseless.

  Having a baby three weeks and two days ago was a blurred to the both of them. Neither one of them stopped to think about the repercussion of having sex. Jasmine knew her body, she was healed and the fact that giving birth to a 5 lb. baby didn’t tear her gave her the green light signal. If she wanted to stop she couldn’t or wouldn’t; it was like her body was in a trance.

  She moaned and writhed beneath him as Shane filled her almost to the point of pain. Shane was very well endowed and he stretched her to capacity. Placing her hands on his waist, she couldn’t resist stroking his back, over his bulging biceps and shoulders.

  “Yes,” he rasped as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. “You feel so good.” Each word was punctuated with each thrust, he tried not to slam his hips into her with each stroke but he couldn’t help it. Jasmine felt so good around him. He grasped her hands in his and he captured her mouth. Shane’s tongue darted in and out her mouth. Fingers entwined, their mouths paired together, and the bodies joined as one.

  Jasmine’s heart beat in rhythm with Shane’s. There was no other place in the world she wanted to be except with him. Were they supposed to be united together like this? She didn’t know what this meant for them. Opening her eyes, she stared into his green eyes. Jasmine submitted to his sexual expertise, body teetering on the brink of orgasm. Excitement mixed with fear raced throughout her inner core.

  “Let it go,” Shane said against her lips, his shaft thrusting deeper, harder with every surge of his hips.

  Jasmine’s climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, electrifying, intense and uncontrollable.

  Shane spread her legs wider, plunging into her again and again, frenzied as he found his own release. “Jasmine!” he groaned. His hands planted on both side of her, he buried himself deeply inside of her. Completely spent and slightly disoriented, Shane laid on top of Jasmine, soothing her and kissing her face.

  Neither of them said a word. Jasmine could feel Shane’s rapidly beating heart and hot breath on her neck. She lightly stroked his back up and down.

  “Shane,” she said softly. “I need to take another shower, can you bring Shay into the bedroom and I think your lunch time is over.”

  “Yeah,” he groaned rolling over. Jasmine winced as he pulled away from her, it didn’t go unnoticed by Shane. “Shit! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed.

  “I’m okay,” Jasmine said. She read online that some women didn’t wait until their six weeks postpartum check up to have sex. There wasn’t any blood and she did feel fine except for the soreness, you have after you lose your virginity.

  “Call Dr. Matthew and try to explain what happen today,” Shane said.

  “I will.” She blushed and walked to the shower. Turning on the water, she cursed under her breath. They just complicated their relationship further.

  ***

  “Must have been some good lunch,” Benjamin joked.

  “What?” Shane said, trying to play it off.

  “You’re not wearing the same clothes.” Benjamin laughed as he maneuvered the 4x4 truck East on I-30.

  “Shut up man, I spilled something on my shirt.” He slyly looked down at his black button up shirt. Shane was wearing different clothes, because Jasmine had ripped them.

  “Man, I don’t even want to know.” Benjamin looked over at him sternly. “If she makes you happy that’s all that matters. God knows you need some pleasure in your life.”

  Shane looked straight head. He couldn’t look his friend in the eyes. Knowing Benjamin and the St. Clair family for seven years, Shane knew that they were overprotective over the baby girl and the fact that they would all threaten any guy who came knocking on the door vying for Jasmine’s attention. It was so bad that St. Clair men would surprise Jasmine at her door room on the weekends to make sure she wasn’t entertaining any guys in her dorm room.

  He wanted to tell Benjamin about his relationship with Jasmine and the daughter they shared together. It felt like he was disrespecting their family and Jazz by not coming forward about everything.

  “So…Is Jasmine dating?” Shane asked, trying to feel him out.

  “Man, Jazzy became so distance and secretive lately. We don’t know what’s going on with her,” Benjamin replied.

  “If she’s happy that’s all that matters…right?” Shane asked.

  The truck was filled with silent tension as it traveled down the bright highway. They had nine miles to go before reaching their destination. Somehow and someway, Shane was going to figure out a way to tell his friend about Jasmine and him.

  “Fuck no!” Benjamin snapped, and shot him a glare. “No one is perfect for Jasmine.”

  Shane shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Damn could this get any worse? He thought to himself.

  Ten minutes later, they stood in front of an old white run down house, that’d seen better days years ago. Stepping onto the porch, the floorboards crept beneath his boots. Knocking on the door they waited for a response. Shane could hear kids
laughing from behind the door, it took a minute before the door open and a heavy set, Latina woman with raven black hair stared at them with a scowl.

  “Ma’am we’re looking for a Juanita Gomez,” Benjamin said as he glanced inside the house.

  “Ain’t nothing in there hombre.” The woman glared at them.

  Shane observed her and could tell one thing, that hard-core attitude she was displaying was fake. He turned and looked around the shady neighborhood, curtains moved from the house next door and the neighbor across the street coming out the house only to stare at them from afar. He could sense that the woman was scared.

  “Juanita don’t live here.”

  There was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t right with the lady standing in front of him. It’s like she was afraid to talk to them. Red flags started to rise. He didn’t hear the laughter of kids anymore.

  “Do you know where we can find her?” Shane asked.

  “I haven’t seen her in a few days,” she said with her hands on her hips. “If you see my sister tell her, I know damn well she didn’t lose her damn mind leaving her three kids here.”

  “Does Juanita have any hangout spots?” Benjamin asked.

  “What’s your name?” Shane reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card with his name and contact information.

  “Victoria Gomez.” She rolled her eyes as Shane handed her the card. “I don’t need the Texas Rangers gracing my front porch; I don’t need people to think I’m some type of snitch.” Victoria stepped out the house and looked around nervously.

  “If Juanita shows up please let her know Rangers McBride and St. Clair are looking for her,” Benjamin said as he took a step back off the porch.

  Victoria didn’t bother taking the card; she looked at it with disgust. Walking into the house she evil-eyed Shane before slamming the door.

  Getting back in the car with Benjamin, they drove down the block that gave them an excellent view of Juanita’s house. Shane sat in the passenger seat watching the house, but he was also battling his feelings for Jasmine, she was becoming his guilty pleasure that he was starting to dig. A name echoed in his head “Max,” who the fuck is the man who Jasmine said was a fixture in her life.