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I hadn’t been paying one bit of attention to anything she had said and really didn’t have any clue what I was agreeing to. Yet the words still came out, “Yeah Cara, you can count on me. I guess I am coming home.”
Jackson
I pulled my truck into my driveway and glanced over at the passenger seat to see Zoe smiling back at me. “What are your thoughts about the situation?” she asked.
I hadn’t heard a word she’d said because I had zoned out to a song on the radio on the drive home. I’d gone into The Crooked Judge for a beer after work, just to unwind a little. I hadn’t been looking for anything. Now here I sat, wondering what the hell I had been thinking when I’d invited Zoe back to my place.
Zoe and I had been involved on and off for the past six months. When I say involved, I don’t mean a relationship. I mean, she is the longest running bed buddy I’d had without a commitment since, well, since my life had done a complete three-sixty a few years earlier. Keeping Zoe at a distance was the easiest way for me to walk away when the time was near, and I felt that time might be now. The last couple of times we’d been together, she’d been hinting at wanting more. However, tonight, I was feeling weak. I’d watched her across the room, her body swaying to the music, and soon all I could think about was having her body underneath me. We’d had a couple of drinks together, shared a few words, a dance and then the next thing I knew, she was following me to my truck.
“Come, let’s go inside,” I said, trying to divert the fact that I hadn’t heard a word she’d said.
She smiled and slipped her hand into mine, and we walked up the path to my doorway together. I’d just shoved the key into the lock when I felt Zoe press her body into me from behind, her small hands running around my sides, down the front of my pants. I felt my cock jump as she ran her hand over the bulge that had already begun forming in my pants on the ride home.
Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her hard, throwing the door open. Once inside, I pushed her up against the wall, holding her there with my body as I kissed her neck, my left hand grasping her ass as I shut the door and turned the lock.
She slid out of her skirt while I kicked my shoes off, then she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Let’s go slow tonight, Jackson,” she moaned in my ear.
I gripped her ass and hoisted her up, allowing her to wrap her long legs around my waist. I didn’t want to go slow. It had been a long, stressful day, and tonight I wanted nothing but quick, rough, animalistic sex. I carried her to the bedroom, ripping her shirt off as we went, and threw her down on the bed. I pulled my shirt off over my head and allowed my eyes to wander over her body as she lay sprawled before me.
“Go slow, Jackson.” She moaned again as she slid her hand into her panties and began rubbing herself. I gripped my cock while I watched as her other hand wander up to her breast, and she gently pinched her nipple through her bra. “I want you to make love to me.” She whispered.
I bent down and pulled both cups of her bra down, grasping her breasts in my hands. She ran her hand through my hair and then reached her hand into my boxers to stroke me. I bent down farther, taking her perfectly shaped rosy bud between my teeth, biting down until I heard her gasp. There was going to be nothing slow or gentle about tonight. I already felt as if I could blow at any second. I grabbed the box of condoms that lay on my bedside table, pulling one from the box.
I pushed her hand off me, rolled the condom on, and gripped her panties, ripping the delicate lace away from her body. I kneeled on the bed, gripped her leg, resting it on my shoulder. I could tell from the look in her eyes she wanted me to take my time, and then she confirmed my thoughts.
“Please, go slow.” She said again as she ran her fingers through my hair, resting her hand on the back of my neck.
Ignoring her, I gripped her hips; lined myself up and entered her in one swift movement. A harsh moan escaped her mouth. I didn’t give her a second to get adjusted to me. Instead, I went right to it, pumping hard and relentlessly into her until she was begging to come. I slowed my pace, and within seconds of her release, I felt my own.
I collapsed on her, breathing hard, and then rolled off her, getting up to dispose of the condom. When I returned, I flopped down on the bed. I closed my eyes and was just about asleep when I felt the bed move. I glanced over to see her getting up, while murmuring something about leaving. She had already begun collecting her things. This was the usual scene for us, and I didn’t feel it needed to change, so I dropped my head back onto the pillow and covered my eyes with my arm.
“I’ve got to get going. I left my car at the bar, so I’ll need you to give me a lift.”
Even though I wanted my bed to myself, I also didn’t want to get up and take her anywhere. “Zoe, it’s late. Just stay the night. I’ll take you in the morning,” I murmured.
She didn’t answer, instead she let out a huff. Then I heard the bathroom door click shut and the water run. Staring up at the ceiling, I ran my hand over my face, wondering if I shouldn’t just take her back to her car now. I could tell her things were over after I dropped her off and return home to get a good night’s sleep. I was about to get up when I heard the bathroom door open; the light shut off, and the patter of her feet padding across the carpet towards the bed.
“Night.”
Before I could protest, I felt her snuggle into my side and press a kiss to my cheek.
* * *
I could feel the trickle of sweat dripping down my back. The vest I wore was heavy. I was hot as I ran down the dark alley. My clothes were soaked, and I was out of breath. I would never reach the end of the alley. In the distance, I could see two men standing across from one another, both with their weapons aimed at one another. I could hear my partner yell, warning him once again to drop his weapon, then the shots rang out.
I picked up the pace, signaling to the others who ran behind me to hurry. My heart was beating through my chest when, in the distance, I saw my partner up ahead, now shielding himself behind a car. He stepped out, shots were fired again, only this time he went down. I could see his body now lying sprawled out on the concrete, lifeless.
I stopped, drew my gun from the holster, and eased around the corner, checking for signs of the shooter, but he was already gone. I was just about to do another check when I heard the gurgled call for help.
I looked again to make sure it was clear, then I ran over to where my partner lay and dropped to the ground. I pulled my flashlight from my belt. “Connor, man, where you hit?” I questioned, looking over his vest for signs of damage.
“He’s been hit!” I yelled out as Ryan and Dave came running over. Dave was already on the radio and an ambulance was on the way.
“Did you see who did it?” Ryan called, running up to us.
“They are on their way, man, hold on,” I pleaded with Connor.
I put my hand on Connor’s back to comfort him, and that was when I felt the warm, thick wetness of blood. He’d been shot just under his arm. The shot had missed his vest. I flashed my light around on the ground, noticing a lot of blood. “There’s got to be more than one wound, guys.” I mumbled, flashing the light on the ground again. I noticed his pants were also soaked. He’d not only been shot in the upper torso area, but another bullet had hit him somewhere in the leg.
