Page 57 of Scout’s Honor

Dallas moved down her soft belly with soft, soft kisses, down to her trimmed curls. He skimmed across the top of her belly, blowing on her skin, caressing with his fingertips. He moved to her left thigh, kissing it, then her right, kissing the crease of her leg, until he dared a few kisses on her softest skin. She gasped and thrust against him, pulling at him. Dallas let himself be caught and positioned exactly where she wanted him, then he set up a modest rhythm with his tongue, surprised to feel her clenching against him already. She cried out, soft, sweet noises of pleasure that had him smiling.

“Mmm, like a bonbon,” he said, his lips right up against her sweetest skin.

She gasped, then arched again and Dallas got right up close, flattening his tongue, letting her grind against it.

“Oh, oh!” she cried. “Dallas, yes!”

She came hard against his mouth, her flesh throbbing and her scent deepening, her cries coming in marked time. He stayed where he was, letting her control the movement, until she fell to the bed sated, her arms covering her face.

“I’m not the only one who came quick,” he said, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Her voice was muffled. “It’s been years for me, too.”

Dallas rolled onto his back. “Good.”

Bonhi was up quickly. She went into the bathroom, then came back out, collapsing on the bed. “I feel so relaxed,” she said, laying her head on his belly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She laughed lightly.

When she didn’t speak again for several moments, he realized she was asleep. Carefully, Dallas maneuvered a pillow under her head, then blankets over the top of her. He got cleaned up and dressed, then set in to watch over Bonhi for the night.

Bonhi woke up slowly, languidly, stretching so deliciously. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the room.

“Morning, sexy,” Dallas’ deep voice rumbled from the nearby couch.

Bonhi sat up and pushed her hair out of her face to look at him. “Did you stay up all night?”

He got up and walked over to her, fully dressed. “Yeah.”

He sat down first and kicked off his boots, then he laid down and nuzzled her neck, stilling and relaxing quickly. “Breakfast is on the table,” he said, his voice soft. “Give me three hours, and I’ll be…”

Bonhi kissed his cheek and maneuvered the blankets on top of him. “Perfect. I can get some work done.”

He didn’t even make a noise. Bonhi cleaned up and got dressed, making sure she had both the trinket from Mama Soline and the cuff from Warrior Woman, then went to the table for her breakfast. She pulled out her laptop and ate while she checked emails, messages, and the docket. Vernon’s case was not on it the next day, which was great. They wouldn’t have to rush home.

Her private investigator had sent an email. She opened it.

Bonhi, regret to inform you I could not find the cabin despite looking for hours. I found the tree you described, then I crisscrossed the surrounding area and never found a cabin. I’ll go back out if you want me to. Here’s pictures of the tree.

The pictures were of the tree she’d seen—she recognized the white bark and the pink leaves and the surrounding meadow, but there was no cabin. Bonhi studied one picture that should have shown the cabin, confused, until she had a sudden epiphany.

The cabin could disappear and appear, meaning it was magic, like the magic house… which would mean it was involved with the witches! Bonhi’s thoughts whirled. She stared at Dallas, wondering if she was going to break confidentiality. No, she decided. Her duty to her client and to the law hadn’t changed.

But, if she was a magical witch meant to kill vampires and mate a shifter… shouldn’t that change things? Sometimes the law didn’t apply.

Bonhi shook her head. She wasn’t magical yet. She fished in her pocket for the tiny bit of lightning sand hoping for a shock. Nothing.

She looked around the room, remembering what Dakota had said.

‘Make sure you practice with something stone, because that’s our element. Imagine what you want to happen and then you absolutely must believe it will immediately happen, which is super hard to do until you make magic one time, and then it gets easier.’

Bonhi looked around for something stone and found nothing. She went into the bathroom and found a stone tissue box cover. Perfect. She picked it up, noticing a tingle in her skin that went straight up her arm. Promising.

She held the little box by the hole on top and swung it around in front of her body, thinking she maybe could just get it to light up. Surely that wouldn’t require too much magic and even she could pull it off. She tried to imagine it lighting up but couldn’t quite decide how she wanted it to look. After a moment, she felt silly and put the thing back.

She would try again later with something less breakable.