Return To Maine Chapter 7
A/N: Warning! This chapter borders strong T skating M territory very closely due to adult content. Hope I did okay with this. It felt like it read flat to me after re reading it and I tried to add to it, but not sure if I helped it or did more damage. Please let me know how I did or if you have any advice, I'd love to hear it. Thank you.
Anyway, next chapter will be back to normal.
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They entered the bedroom and at the foot of the bed, Rick pulled her snug against him, leaving no space between them. Cupping her face in his palms he lowered his head to kiss her.
Her lips parted beneath his and she welcomed the warm, velvety stroke of his tongue against hers sent frissons of her love and desire for him swirling through her. God, she had missed him so much and it felt so good to be in his arms again.
Deepening the kiss, she looped her arms around his neck in an attempt to get as close as was physically and humanly possible.
She moaned into the kiss, allowing her hand to coast down his arm to his waist, needing to feel the ripple of his muscles under her hands and lips.
"God, this has been so damned hard." Rick said, his voice low and breaking with emotion as he broke the kiss needing air.
"Yes, it has." she agreed, her hand skating beneath his tee shirt and loving the heady feel as his muscles bunched and rippled beneath the soft touch of her hand.
They both groaned and swore as Rick's phone rang, vibrating against her thigh.
"Oh, that so better not be Paula or Gina." Rick grumbled. "I wouldn't answer it, but…"
She understood. It could be an emergency involving Martha or Alexis, but she hoped that wasn't the case.
"No. I get it. You need to answer that."
"Thank you." he replied, brushing his lips against hers as he fished his phone from his pocket.
His brow furrowed as he glanced at the screen.
"Southampton P. D.?" she asked, peering over the top of his screen at the look of confusion on his face.
"Yeah. My house in the hampton's is there. I have a state of the art security system attached to the gate and to the house that triggers a silent alarm that rings directly into the Southampton P.D. when triggered."
"I hope everything is okay."
"Castle." he answered. "Hey, Tom. Can you hold just one second? Thanks."
Putting the call on hold, he told Kate, "I'm sure everything is fine. My neighbor's cat keeps coming in and he's always triggering the alarm, but I need to make sure."
"Of course."
"I'll be back in a minute. Until then, hold this thought." He leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against her lips before taking the call off hold and leaving the room.
"Hey, Tom. How are you?" he asked as he descended the stairs, his voice trailing off.
As much as she hoped his house was okay, the phone call as unexpected as it was, created the perfect opportunity she had been waiting for. Not that she'd had a plan because she didn't. She hadn't had the time to formulate one.
Realizing that she wouldn't have much time, she glanced hurriedly around the room and not finding her suitcase, went to the only other place it could be and jerked the closet door open. After locating it, she headed to the bathroom, pulling it behind her.
Rick lowered himself to the couch. "What's up, Tom?"
"Well we just arrested two guys that broke into your property. We caught the little guy squeezing himself between the bars on your gate. Now, my guys and I personally checked out the house and surrounding buildings, but found no signs of forced entry anywhere."
"Well, that's good, Tom. Probably a couple of fans or some teen aged thrill seekers looking to see what they could."
"Nope. They were grown men and here's the thing, Rick. They are homicide detectives out of the 12th precinct in Manhattan. They claim that they're friends of yours."
Rick's heart sank into his stomach. So Kate's earlier instincts had been right. The boys were, if not onto them, at least suspected something. His mind scrambled with all types of thoughts and scenarios. None of them good. If word got back to Gates about this, it would end their careers if not land them in jail. He didn't want that, no matter how pissed he was. What the hell had they been thinking?
"Rick?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. What are their names?" he asked, stalling, knowing full well who they were. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, trying to ward off the headache he felt building.
He heard the rustling of paper as Tom rifled through his notes. "Here it is. Their names are Javier Esposito and Kevin Ryan."
Kevin loved him like a brother. There was no way he'd have thought of doing this on his own. He'd never betray him this way unless goaded into it.
"Rick?"
"Sorry, Tom. Got distracted. Yes, I know them. Now that I think about it, I invited them up for the weekend. I got called out of town at the last minute and forgot to cancel."
"So you don't want to press any charges?"
"No. No charges. This is all my own fault. Tell them I'll catch up to them when I get back and let them go." A sly, mischievous grin crossed his features as an idea came to mind. With Tom delivering his so called message, they'd know for sure that he was aware of their antics, but if they thought that would be all there was to it, they couldn't be more wrong.
"Okay. I'll tell them. Thanks, Rick. Have a safe trip."
"Thanks, Tom. I will and we'll get together soon."
"Will be looking forward to it, Rick. Good night."
"Good night, Tom. And Tom, will you take the footage from my security cam and send the photos to my phone? I want to play a trick on the guys when I get back."
"Will do, Rick. Night."
"Thanks, Tom. Take care and see you soon."
He hung up from Tom and chuckled. Those two were so busted. He'd take the SIMS card from his phone and have the pictures printed up. He'd like to see the expressions on their faces when Tom delivered his message. He hoped the cam picked up a shot of Ryan coming back through the gate and he realized that they'd been busted. He chuckled again as the i mage of Ryan squeezing through the gate with his eyes bugged out of his head floated through his brain.
Well, they wouldn't be bribing him anymore. Not with all the evidence he now had on them. He thought back to all the times they had laughed at him in the past when Kate had twisted his ear, poked him in the chest or pulled his nose off. Well, they'd be laughing out the other side of their asses now.
Kate? She'd kill them if she knew. A battle warred inside him on whether he should tell her or not. After the promises that they'd made to each other about not keeping secrets from each other, he had no other choice than to tell her. Maybe it was time to tell their friends and family. People would find out eventually and then what? He understood and respected the NYPD's departmental rules about inner office dating, but that didn't mean he agreed with them or liked them, only that they had to obey them. He was fairly certain the boys or Lanie would rat them out. But he'd be damned if he let the boy's' antics ruin their weekend. He would tell her, just not now. Having made up his mind, he rose from the couch and headed upstairs.
Upstairs in the bathroom, Kate quickly removed her clothing and left them in a heap on the floor. After a lightening speed T&A bath, which was in no way anything like an actual bath, it would have to suffice for now. She brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth in record speed. She reapplied deodorant and knowing how much he loved her cherry scented body lotion, she smoothed that over her skin and shivered at the thought of his hands sliding along her body, his lips following suit.
Reaching inside her opened case on the floor, she selected the sheer, pale pink baby doll set and slipped it over her head before sliding the scrap of material that was the panty up her legs and over her hips.
She'd never been this bold with Josh or any other man. Never had had the desire to until Rick. Of course, she'd never been this invested in those relationships, either. She'd never loved anyone the way she did him. He was so worth the expense and the effort and she loved him beyond measure.
"Kate?" he called as he entered the bedroom.
"In here. I'll be out in a second. Is everything okay with your house?"
"Uhh, yeah. It was just the neighbor's cat as I suspected." God he hated lying to her.
"That's good." she replied after applying just enough clear lip gloss to give her lips that inviting I want to be kissed look.
Quickly, she dabbed perfume on her pulse points, fluffed her hair for that sexy I just want to get laid look. Mission accomplished, well almost.
She opened the bathroom door to find that he had already turned the bed linens back and he was sitting at the foot of the bed with his shirt already off and with one shoe and sock already discarded and he was in the process of removing the other when she opened the bathroom door and leaned against the doorjamb.
He looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and his jaw dropped at the sight of Kate leaning on jamb to the bathroom door illuminated by the soft golden glow from the dim lamp on the night stand. His gaze slid over her slowly, seductively.
"Happy 8th month anniversary, babe."
His gaze slithered back up her body. Swallowing the lump in his throat, his gaze met hers. "God, you're beautiful."
She smiled at him, a faint flush creeping into her cheeks. "You've seen me in a lot less before." she said, pinning her bottom lip beneath her teeth.
"I know, but you've never done this for me before."
"I've never done this for anyone else. You're the only one I've cared enough about to do this for."
The meaning behind her statement was not lost on him. "Come here."
Abandoning her position in the bathroom doorway, she padded over to him and knelt before him. Taking his foot into her hands, she quickly removed his shoe and sock, throwing them somewhere behind her before allowing her hand to glide up his jean clad leg to his crotch where she kneaded him through the barrier of his jeans, but she needed so much more.
"God, I've missed you." he rasped, raising his hips as she unfastened his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down tugging the remainder of his clothing down his legs.
"Missed you, too. So much." her own voice breaking with pure, raw need, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him so hard and erect before her.
Her fingers curled around him and she sighed heavily, reveling in the silky feel of him in her palm. She lovingly traced the tip of him with the pad of her thumb, sliding her fingers over him and working him.
Lowering her head, she swirled her tongue over and around him before taking him fully into her mouth.
His hips rocked when she took him into her mouth and she relished the taste of him on her tongue. "God, I love you so much!" he moaned brokenly.
She continued to devour him as he reached for her, gently caressing her breast, his fingers knotting in her hair. He was always so sweet and tender with her, his touch so full of reverence.
He cupped her face in his palms and lifted her head off of him. She released him with a soft pop of her lips, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, his eyes had darkened to a beautiful sapphire, his pupils blown with desire.
"Stand up."
Rising on wobbly legs, she did as he asked.
He slid his hands beneath her baby doll pajama top and she raised her arms over her head as he lifted it from her body, tossing it aside.
She drew in a sharp intake of breath as his fingers drifted down her sides and flirted with the elastic that encased her hips before nudging the tiny scrap of material covering her to the side and pressing his thumb against her, rubbing her in circles before inserting two fingers inside her and pumping her higher.
Removing his fingers, he tugged at the elastic at her waist and tugged the panty down her legs and she stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.
Nudging her thighs apart, he buried his face in the apex of her legs where her hips joined her body.
She whimpered, her body involuntarily shivering at the brush of his beard along her inner thigh until he reached her center and flattened his tongue against her, setting her aflame.
"Please, Rick." she whimpered on a plea, but his only response was to hold her firmly in place with his hands on her hips while he continued to worship her with his mouth.
Finally, he lifted his head, wiped his chin with the back of his hand and tugged her onto his lap.
She cupped him in her hand and lowered herself onto him with a sigh, taking the full length of him in and began rocking her hips into his.
"I love you." she murmured against his lips still rocking into him.
"Love you, too." he replied, claiming her lips in a scorching kiss, matching her rhythm and pace.
Grasping her behind the knees, in one swift move, he rolled them over, pinning her to the mattress.
At her urgent pleas for more, he cupped her hips in his hands, tilting her hips up for better angle, pulling all the way out before plunging back into the warmth of her body, burying himself to the hilt until Kate gave a strangled cry and shattered around him on an intense orgasm, taking him over the edge with her.