“I want to keep doing this.”
“Jonesy . . .” she sighs.
“You need it.”
Her head lifts, and an eyebrow arches as if she’s ready to blow.
“Respectfully, I can help you. You want this, you trust me, whether you like me or not. Our chemistry is explosive. And you can use this next statement against me whenever you want, but you’re the best I’ve ever had.Thisis the best I’ve ever had.”
“The best?”
“Hands down. You’re not breakable. You give as good as you get, and I’ve got the bite marks to prove it. You’re vicious, selfish, take exactly what you need, unapologetically. And honestly, I didn’t realize how hot that is.”
She settles back into my lap, my cock stirring at the proximity.
“It is good, I’ll admit.”
I grab her, pulling her body against me so my chest is warming her back, her perfect, round ass nestling my growing cock.
Whispering in her ear, I keep my voice low and gravelly. “It’s more than good, princess. Admit it.”
“Never.” She smirks.
I slip my fingers down her stomach, using my other hand to pinch her nipple as I slide through her soaked pussy. I rub her clit with my fingers, and she lifts her knees to dig her heels into the mattress.
“Tell me we’re going to keep doing this, or I’ll stop.”
“No.”
I stop moving my fingers, instead pinching her ribs until she squirms, a loud cackle threatening to burst my eardrum.
“You don’t have to fight me on absolutely everything, you know.”
She stops for a moment, her smile faltering. She looks away and mutters, “I don’t want to get used to it.”
And therein lies the problem. Katie doesn’t trust that I’m not going to run away again like I did when we kissed in college. She thinks I’m still a dumb kid, and to be fair to her, I wasn’t even a kid; I was twenty-six. I should have known better. I should have told her what was going on in my head. I shouldn’t have ghosted her whilst I was overseas and then come home expecting herto be waiting.
But it’s been eight years, and I’ve been punished enough. Hell, Katie’s been punished enough. She deserves to be happy. She deserves to be cared for,worshipped.Worshipped in the way she needs.
I flip her so she’s on her back, bottoming out as she gasps deliciously against my lips.
“Get used to it, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Twenty
Katie
Ireceived two letters today. One from Thomas Vale, the second from the criminal justice department. Both are just as terrifying as the other. Thomas’s, although perverse, was predictable.
I’ll be seeing you very soon, my perfect specimen.
The criminal justice department one was to inform me that my testimony would be cross-examined at Thomas Vale’s upcoming appeal. Unfortunately for me, they have found additional evidence to suggest my assessment of him wasn’t fair or representative of my true opinion. Given that the letter is most likely being used to rattle me, I slip it into my bag to worry about later.
Easier said than done when you’re sitting in traffic waiting to visit your fuck buddy...fuck enemy? Who knows at this point? All I know isthat in the last week and a half, I’ve slept next to Jonesy every night, sleeping as soundly as someone who takes a valium and a fifth of vodka in lieu of their nightly hot cocoa.
The horizontal gymnastics we’ve been partial to before bed have me sweating, my heartbeat thumping wildly against my chest, my breathing labored, my muscles tensing and groaning under the weight of him. He’s growing more confident as well. Eager to give me exactly what I’m craving. We’ve taken our roleplay outside of the house, where he agreed he would follow me up the garden path to the house, hiding behind bushes. Well, we did that once until my neighbor Janet pulled her rape alarm to scare him off. The high pitch squeal that came from him really killed the mood, but he still rammed me into my new headboard, in his words,to fuck the laughter right out of me.
When I pull into the underground parking lot of Jonesy’s building, I breathe a sigh of relief. We’re close to the end of the case now. We’ve interviewed everyone we need except for the two other soldiers who were at the bar the night of the murder, and Hannah, Connor's girlfriend. They’re on field exercises for the next week or so, and we’ll finish up our reports then.
