.."Nibble..."Tap..."Suck..."Tap..."I bite a little harder, making you gasp with fear that somehow I might be more ferocious. You know better, of cours...."I want to play with you, lad, and I'm going to. Sexy stories be damned, I'm writing my own with your body."I move my head down, still not touching you with my hands, even though I ache to do so. I blow cold down the side of your neck, and steam-breathe back up. As I lower again, I kiss in little flutters, little licks here and there in a. A strain. I think my family and I were all feeling these little snatches of memories. The sexual encounters that I’d shared with my sister and my mother had happened. Krystal kept squirming beside me in the back seat, staring out the window like she didn’t want to look at me. Mom kept glancing behind me, this happy smile on her lips. Dad looked strangely cowed.Was he remembering he’d dragged mom into the middle of my classroom and begged me to fuck her? That memory was getting clearer. I. “Where to?” he asked. “Back to your house to dehydrate me again?” He waggled his eyebrows.His girlfriend smiled salaciously at him, running her teeth over her lower lip. “Tempting,” she said. “But I feel...” She eyed him speculatively. “What do you think about going on a bike ride with me?”A bike ride? Haven’t done that in ages. Could be fun? “Sure. Assuming you’ve got a bike I can use.” He belted in and pressed the ignition next to the steering wheel.Alaina buckled up next to him. “Yeah, you. Then our director, Art Sloan, had Rex, Joni and me follow him into a conference room. There we found FBI Deputy Director Craig Hodgkins, TJ and Janet already sitting around a large conference table. Everyone was smiling pleasantly even though Art seemed a bit nervous.Art cleared his throat, “Mr Grissom, I know you and Mr Cosgrove just bought a house here ... is there any way I could interest you in moving to DC?”My stomach knotted and Rex’s eyebrow cocked when he glanced at me before answering,.