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Captain Davis congratulated us, saying that a great, coordinated effort had been organized, that he was pleased, and that no one else had been hurt or killed. The pageant officials were overjoyed upon hearing the news that we’d caught the men responsible for the mayhem in the two pageants. It was bittersweet for Jonesy, though, since Gretchen had been killed. I knew that still weighed on him.

Davis and the FBI's lead case agent told everyone they'd sort out jurisdiction once all the suspects were in custody. My bet was that SFPD would handle Gretchen's murder, while the FBI would take the lead on the larger human trafficking investigation, however far it reached. As for my accident, I figured the FBI would handle that too, since someone had tried to eliminate a witness.

Jonesy and I left the hotel, exhausted. He took me to his place, and the first thing I did was pull two bottles of beer from the fridge. “Are you going back to the Palace Hotel tomorrow?” I asked as we meandered into the living room.

He huffed. “Only to pick up my makeup and supplies I left there. The forensic teams will handle the rest at both hotels.” He thought for a moment before saying, “The pageant won’t be short-handed on makeup artists. Sofia told me they had a backup artist to fill my spot should it come to that.”

“I’m sure you’ll still be missed. You put on one hell of an act as GG,” I said, taking a swig of beer. “Are you going to interrogate those fuckers at the station tomorrow? I’d love to watch.”

He laughed as he tried to sip his beer, making him spit and sputter. “Oh, God, I’m sure you’d love to watch.” A gleam lit his eyes as he gazed at me. “As for watching, I think a shower is in order, don’t you? I need to get this makeup off and clean the day from this body.”

I hummed and arched my brow, taking a long pull from my beer, then ran my tongue along the bottle’s opening. “I think I’d love to watch you get out of that outfit first,” I replied seductively.

He placed his beer on the side table and stood to face me, extending a hand to help me up. I took it, and he pulled me to him, our chests touching. I could see the anxiety from the past couple of weeks had dissolved, only to be replaced by a heated want.

“As much as I hated you not staying put backstage as I told you to, I want to give you a proper thank you for disobeying me. That is, if you’re up to it?”

“You know I love that type of reward, babe.”

He kissed me, then took my hand and guided me to the bedroom. As promised, he took his time undressing while I sat on the edge of the bed to watch. His muscles flexed and danced as he pulled the clothes from his body. His smooth chocolate skin and the defined outline of his cock against the black cotton of his briefs made my mouth water when that was all he was finally wearing. He stood in front of me, his crotch at eye level. I couldn’t help but drag his waistband down, making them drop to the floor. His cock sprang in front of my face, and the overpowering scent of his musk penetrated every cell of my body.

Grabbing the base of his cock, I licked the crown, tasting the saltiness glistening at the slit, which was an intoxicating drug. He let out a moan of pleasure at my teasing. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my throat, but I knew if I blew him, I wouldn’t stop until he came. I wanted his load deep in my ass, and I wanted it to be in the shower.

I gave him a couple of languid strokes, pulled back and looked up; his eyes were half-lidded. Patting his right hip, I said, “Why don’t you go get the shower ready and I’ll be right there.” As if in a daze, he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Knowing I wanted to get fucked in the shower, I needed to wrap my cast so it wouldn’t get wet. I quickly wrapped it in cellophane and pulled a small garbage bag over it. At least I’d become proficient at showering in my condition.

Steam escaped from the bathroom, and I could see Jonesy behind the shower’s glass wall, his cock at the ready. Pulling the silicone lube from the cabinet, for watery escapades, I slipped in behind him. My hard cock nestled between his wet ass cheeks as I pressed my body to his. I wrapped my good arm around his waist and rested my head between his shoulder blades. If nothing else, I could be content just like that as we stood under the hot water. I let him take his time scrubbing the makeup from his face until he felt ready to give me his full attention.

Not more than a couple of minutes later, he turned and grasped my jaw with both hands, planting a tongue-laden kiss deep into my mouth. I groaned at its intrusion but welcomed it just the same, dancing my tongue over and around his. I sucked his deeper, and it became a tug-of-war when he did the same. Our cocks clashed like a sword fight, and it was the most erotic feeling ever. I reached down and took both our shafts in one hand, stroking our lengths together. It was his turn to groan when he tipped his head back, water splashing from his scalp.

I turned around so my back was against his front. The weight of his hard cock rested just above the cleavage of my ass. I could almost measure its full nine inches as it lay against my body. The anticipation of him filling me made my heart race and my breathing became shallow. I heard the click of the silicone bottle lid and moved forward, placing my arms against the cool tile and widening my stance to give him unbridled access.

It felt like forever since he had claimed me due to the accident. I was so ready. I felt him behind me, and he gently pushed his fingers between my cheeks to find my entrance. My breath shuddered, knowing what was coming next. A single finger breached my hole, and my cock lurched. I could feel pre-cum leaking from it. I knew I wasn’t going to last long once he pounded away at me.

“Push it in deeper. I won’t break,” I hissed. He pulled out just enough to push his lube-coated finger up to my prostate. “Aww…Fuck,” came out like a ‘yes’ but almost like a ‘not so much.’ Truthfully, I loved it.

He stopped. “Too much?”

“Don’t you fucking stop. Finger-fuck me… and then add another,” I pleaded, almost feral.

He added more lube to his fingers and scissored another in, stretching me open. The continued pounding against my prostate got to where I knew I could come without touching myself if he kept going.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered over the sound of rushing water.

“It’s been a while,” I breathed out, my face against the tiled wall. “Just put your dick in me. I need to feel you.” The squelching of more lube was heard as he coated his cock. It was music to my ears.

“Ready or not, baby,” he growled, his voice deep and primal.

When the head of his cock breached my hole, I was so eager I pushed back. It was too much, and I stopped, reaching back to dig my fingers into his hip.

“Slow down, tiger,” he snickered. “You’re gonna split yourself open, and we can’t have that.”

Taking a couple of deep breaths, which was all my ribs and lungs would allow, I released his hips and brought my arm up in front of my face against the wall. I grunted as he slowly pushed until I felt his hips against my ass. We stood there as I got used to being filled with his girth. The discomfort left, replaced by sheer pleasure.

“Start moving, babe,” I said. He did as he was told, and I rose onto my toes so he could hit my prostate at just the right angle. The sensation was more than welcoming, and I’d missed it. I knew it hadn’t been that long since he’d fucked me, but we’d been through a lot in the past few days.

“Oh, God. Fuck me…fuck me harder,” I cried against the tile. His hips moved like pistons, and with each thrust I heard him grunt like an animal. “That’s it…keep going.”