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“I’m going to have you filthy, baby. Want you walking around all day with my cum leaking out of you.”

I shiver at the thought.

Pike’s phone sounds from his pile of clothes that’s discarded on my bedroom floor.

“Shit. I’ve gotta go in.”

I nod as he gathers his clothes.

“Want you at my place tonight. I’ll make dinner for you.”

“Okay. Just tell me when.”

“I’ll text when I know what I’m dealing with at work.” He comes in for a kiss. “Damn, I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Me too.”

Gah. Me too.

I flop back on the bed as he dresses but Scampers won’t be put off any longer. He wants his breakfast. I grab my robe off the closet door, feeling Pike’s heated gaze watching me.

Every bone in my body aches and my vagina is sensitive, but it was so worth it.

I walk him to the front door and he gives me a kiss that is indecent and probably has the neighbors whispering and firing up the gossip line. They can talk all they want. I finally have my guy.

My dream guy.

Nothing or no one is going to ruin this for me.

Chapter Nineteen

I finally had my woman, and I can’t even begin to describe how this shit feels. I ain’t a pussy, but I will readily admit that she’s my one. And I’ll knock any motherfucker out that tries to say something negative about it.

Like this fucker in front of me. Jared is a rookie cop on the force who thinks he’s top shit. When really every fucker in this damn building thinks he’s a loser and only was hired on here because his dad is the damn mayor.

“You were really with Delaney?” he shakes his head.

If Jared says one more thing about how I could settle for someone like Delaney instead of a porn star, I swear the fucker is being gutted.

“Man, come on. I’ve seen the pussy you’ve pulled in the past. Why the hell would someone like you settle for little miss shy as fuck dork with glasses over all the hot snatch you usually get?” He sounds confused and upset by this which has me see red motherfucking flags. My buddy, Sam, steps back slowly, knowing I’m about to explode.

“I’ll say this one more fucking time. Delaney is mine. If you can’t get that through your fucking numb nuts of a head, then don’t fucking talk to me.”

Sam shakes his head. “Jared, fuck off, man. Everyone in town knows Delaney has always been his. Why the fuck do you think she’s a virgin? Pike here never let anyone go near her, ever. And that so called hot snatch you so obsessed with that he had, it’s called practice, cuz the man wasn’t gonna live like a fucking monk. Idiot.” I grin, and Jared just looks between the two of us. I swear this guy is dumber than rocks. He’s still looking like he ain’t getting it at all.

“I don’t have time for this. What’s going on?”

“Horace escaped custody this morning after being denied parole.”

My blood runs cold. Fuck, I need to get to Delaney.

“Pike, man. Stop and think for a moment. You know this asswipe. Before you go to your woman, breathe, and think of where he could be. You know.” Fuck, he’s right. I stalked the fucker before. I found him in a fucking shitty ass apartment complex in the city an hour away and instead of ending him when I had the chance, the city’s swat team showed up and arrested him. I should never have told Sam shit about that night and what I was doing. But at the same time, he probably saved me from getting killed myself.

Because sure enough, that motherfucker had the doors rigged to explode if anyone tried getting in. I managed to capture the fucker when he made a run for it out the back door, after of course, half the swat team got blasted by his explosions. I had my chance then and there to take him out, but Sam stopped me, telling me I didn’t want to do it.

I did though, and now I’m pissed off at my best fucking friend because the guy shouldn’t have been given a chance to escape prison. Fucker got life in prison, so I didn’t even both thinking about him anymore. Since Delaney was safe, that was all I cared about. Though I knew after so many years he’d be eligible for parole. Last time was five years ago. Delaney didn’t show up, but I knew she wrote a statement, but I sure as fuck showed up and glared the fucker down the entire time.

“There has to be something we missed. Every cop in town, in the damn state, knows this guy’s case inside and out. They’ve probably already been to every single property he’s ever been to since his birth. No, there has to be something else. He’s either taken hostages at a residence, murdered them and is hiding out, or someone is fucking helping him.” But who the fuck would? When we were after him, we investigated every single person who was ever in his life, anyone that even just knew the asswipe’s name.