He frowned, giving me a pointed look.
“My friend thinks he’s being stalked.” The fact that I said that with a straight face had me rolling inside my mind. Such a bold face lie. “I’m just checking on something for him then heading back out. I’m not staying.” My skin was itching from being away from both my songbird and my rosebud.
“Stalking is pretty serious. You making a report?”
“Nah, I can handle it.” I smirked at him.
“Ethan…” He frowned, tone warning. “We're officers, not justice warriors. Follow protocol man.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair, watching him. Hudson played by the rules. He was a stickler for them and all I's and T's had to be dotted and crossed. I should have just waited to look him up till I was back, but noooo. I'm fucking psychotic and can't let things go. Can't let that prick continue thinking he got away with hurting my Rosebud.
“Look.” I said, rubbing my neck. “He's not sure if he is or not. He's just gotten a few weird fan letters and I'm just looking into it. If I find something I'll have him make a report.” The smile on my face is warm but I'm an edge away from plotting his disappearance if he pushes.
“Fan letters?” His face morphed into confusion, brows knitting together.
“He's a singer in a band.” I let out a huff of laughter. “Huge ego. It's honestly probably nothing. I'm just ruling things out.”
Hudson eyed me for a long time, my fingers twitching to reach for my knife tucked into my waist band. Just as he opened his mouth, my phone rang. The ringtone signaling that it was Malcolm calling.
The ringtone alone was enough to calm my senses. “I gotta take this.” I said, locking my computer and pulling out my phone before turning in my chair and walking away. “You have perfect timing.”
A whine came through the phone and I froze. “Mal?” My entire nervous system was suddenly on high alert. Had someone found out his identity and grabbed him when we parted ways? Did someone break in?
Another whine came, more breathless this time. “Ethan.” His tone was needy and I fought everything to keep my cock from gaining interest.
“Mal,” A low growl left my lips. “Tell me what the fuck is going on? Are you hurt?”
“No.” He gasped, whine still in his voice. “It feels so fucking good, not as good as you, but fuck… It fits just right, E.”
I set my jaw, every fiber going tense at his words.
Was he fucking someone else right now?
“Mal. What thefuckare you doing right now?” My tone was icy and dangerous, and I hope he heard it. Because if he was cheating, I was going to kill the person, fuck him in their blood, then kill Malcolm for stepping out. I'd hate myself for it, but I couldn’t let him get away with this.
“I found your toy box. Check your phone.” He groaned.
“My—” I let out a shaky breath. Of course, he went snooping and found my box of playthings. All things I originally plannedto use on Blake.Hewas using them and putting on a show. For me. How could I even think that he was cheating?
I pulled the phone away to check and there was a new text message from him that I'd missed. Opening it, I groaned lowly. He was riding the thick red dildo I'd gotten, completely naked, his nipples tight buds and his eyes full of lust and mischief, a wicked smirk on his face. “Fuck baby.” I breathed and brought the phone back to my ear. “Like what you found?”
“I like the real thing better.” He gave another moan.
Fuck I wanted to watch him. See him ride it till he was about to burst then rip it out and make him cum onmycock.
“Come home and make me feel better.” He groaned.
I wished I could see what he was doing. “You're acting out, Songbird.” I husked, not all that upset at the moment until I remembered my objective.
“I'll sing so pretty for you.” Malcolm moaned out.
“If you cum before I'm done here you'll be in more trouble than you already are.” My voice was a deadly hiss.
“I… Ethan?” Mal's voice became unsure but still had that pleasured little whimper in it.
I'd be blind if I said I hadn’t noticed how nervous Malcolm got when I seemed unhappy. Like he was willing to drop at my feet and do anything to make me happy. I blamed myself because I was the one that walked away from him and I knew before he had abandonment issues and still went and left him high and dry. Then had the gaulle to pick up where we left off.
I could have rejected him, the call for help or his advances. I didn’t though, because the truth was that I missed him just as much as he missed me. I knew I wouldn't stay away forever. I didn’t plan on leaving him ever again.
