My pulse thudded in my ears, my heart clattered. My hips had taken on a life of their own, writhing on and off his fingers, bucking and bowing.
“That’s my, baby girl,” he said, finally slowing but staying deep. “You did it.”
He leaned over me and nibbled my left earlobe. “You’ve made me so proud, you’re such a clever girl.”
“Oh…I…never thought.”
“You just needed the right guy,” he said, withdrawing from my pussy and trailing his wet fingers over my ass cheeks. “And turns out, that’s me.”
I opened my eyes, surprised at the brightness in the room.
“Come here?” He pulled up my shorts then gathered me close.
I blinked a few times as he lifted me onto his lap, on the sofa, and curled his arms around me.
“You have the sweetest, most responsive body,” he murmured, then tilted my chin to look into my eyes. “Never ever think there is anything wrong with you, there isn’t. You’re perfect.”
Chapter Nine
Mitch
“Hey, Jamie, how’s it going?” I stepped away from the front steps of the police station and out of hearing range of any colleagues passing by.
“Not bad, you?” he said down the phone.
“Got a favor to ask.” I watched a gull steal a crisp packet from a refuse bin. Damn things were a pain in the ass.
“Sure. What’s going on?”
“I need to go to Yorkshire.”
“Bit of a trek,” he said.
“And I can’t go alone, need a buddy.”
“You know you can count on me. I’m in Marbella next week, on the yacht, so sooner rather than later would suit.”
Jamie was often jet-setting with his super-rich family, but that didn’t change his moral compass. He was a valued member of Galahad, pulled his weight big time, more than his weight if you counted the tight spots his cash had got us out of.
“How about tomorrow? I’m not on shift,” I said. Sooner than I’d planned, but fuck it, these weirdoes at The Way Forward needed the once-over. And if Yorkshire police weren’t going to do it, I was.
“Good for me. Shall I pick you up from Rose Cottage? Say six? Will take a few hours to get there.”
“Perfect, thanks.”
“Do I need my bandana?” he asked.
“No, but expect me to be in uniform.”
“You said you were off shift tomorrow.” He sounded confused.
“I am, buttheywon’t know that. You can be my superior.”
He laughed. “Okay, I’ll let you fill me in on the way. Sounds intriguing, though.”
“Something like that.” I hung up. A sense of excited anticipation gripped me, but at the same time something darker, like betrayal or deception, simmered in the background.
It didn’t sit well.
