“More than words can say,” I murmur, tangling my hand in his hair.
Ely pushes himself into me then, filling me completely, and a gasp of pleasure slips from between my lips. He’s big, bigger than I’ve ever had, and my body is screaming at me … screaming for more, screaming for less.
“Oh, God.” I pull his body down on top of mine, fingers tracing the warm skin of his back. Ely rocks his hips, and I raise my body to meet his, opening myself up even further to him. A moan escapes my lips, and Ely slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring me, one hand pinned to the back of my head, forcing my head up, driving me wild.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and my voice trembles as Ely pulls back a bit and forces himself forward once more, catching me off guard, and it hurts so good that all I can do is cry out, pull him closer, and dig my nails into his back.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Ely breathes, and I nod desperately as my skin tingles with animalistic desperation. A sheen of sweat coats my skin, and I’m dizzy with lust as Ely pulls out, flips me over, and grabs my hips to bring them up until my ass is exposed. He folds his rough hands around my hair and pulls my head back to brace himself against me, and then he slides in with a small groan.
I cry out, biting my lip to keep from screaming as he delves into me again, over and over, until my legs shake and my fingers shake, and my entire body spasms with pleasure.
Ely comes a second after I do, and we lay in bed together, panting, exhausted, but pleased as all hell. I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest, feeling the light thump of his heart beneath my cheek.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper, fatigue pulling at my limbs. “Please stay the night.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” Ely whispers back, and mere moments later, I fall into a slumber so restful that I don’t wake a single time for the rest of the night. It’s the best rest I’ve had in what feels like years.
10
ELY
I walk into the precinct on Monday, trying to hide, to the best of my ability, my weekend with Jami. I’m trying to keep a straight face instead of allowing the smile that’s been fighting to brand itself onto my lips all weekend long. It feels sacred, my time with Jami, and I don’t want to share it with anyone.
“You got laid, didn’t you?” Jake says loudly the moment I walk through the door, and two or three fellow officers glance up when he says this, their eyes on me.
“Denny,” I warn, and Jake’s tone falls to a manageable degree as I take a seat in my own chair across from him, scowling.
“I can tell,” he whispers. “Man-to-man, did you get laid this weekend?”
“Even if I did, it’s none of your business.”
“Was it Jami? It was Jami, wasn’t it? How was it? Was it good? I’ve wondered once or twice about what it would be like with Jami.”
“I believe now is the perfect time for you to shut the fuck up,” I hiss under my breath, and Jake chuckles, his hands shooting in the air in surrender.
“I’m happy for you, Sarge,” he says with a shrug. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“I’m not ashamed,” I say stiffly. “In fact, I couldn’t have had a better time with Jami. But still, it’s certainly none of your business.”
“Fine,” Jake says. “I’ll back off unless there’s a reason for me to interfere.”
“And what makes you think that day will ever come?” I ask, and Jake shrugs again.
“As we told you at the party, Jami is our family. If you hurt her, you hurt all of us.”
I want to tell Jake that I would die a painful, horrible death before actively breaking Jami’s heart, but I don’t because words are only words, and I know that better than anybody.
“As you should,” I say instead. “I’m holding you to it. Now please, can we focus on work?”
“Speaking of work,” Katie McCully says behind us. “We just got a call that some tweaker broke into a woman’s house. She’s gacked, apparently.”
“So why are you telling us?” demands Jake. “Nutcases are you and Kasper’s expertise, right?”
“Detective Hill is out today,” Katie says, and Jake and I exchange a glance. “I need backup.”
“You’re up, Denny,” I say, relishing in the pained groan he lets slip from between his teeth. “Don’t let her bite you.”
“We could use your assistance too, Sarge,” says Katie, and I resist the urge to scoff out loud.
