A deep, empty pulse pulls between my legs, and I go hot everywhere.
“Come on, absolutely not.” But my hand slides under the shirt. I am already so slick.
And before I realize what I’m doing, I reach for my travel case on the nightstand and pull out a small silicone vibrator.
Don’t,I tell myself.
But my thumb is already pressing the button. The quiet hum fills the small cabin, a low, steady vibration filling the room.
I press it down, and bite my lip when the first pulse steals my air.
I move slowly at first. Then I remember Ash’s tongue flicks, and my rhythm breaks.
The toy slides deeper, and pleasure snaps up through my core so hard I press a pillow over my mouth.
My thighs shake open. Slick coats my fingers. The empty ache turns greedy, clenching around silicone, wanting more.
Fuck, I’m—
BANG. The door shudders in its frame.
The buzz keeps going. Loud. Obscene in the sudden silence.
My fingers scramble for the power button, slipping right past it.Miss. Fuck
BANG. BANG. “Who’s in there?” A commanding voice asks.
7
Bram
The smell of garbage is practically fused to my nose.
I took a full shower at the station, smeared essential oil under my nose, and hell, I even got desperate I snatched a bottle of scent-suppressing spray and emptied half of it onto me. Unfortunately, it didn’t do a damn thing, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Scent suppressors are made to neutralize pheromones, not the rancid grease of gas station trash.
I let out a rough breath.
This is all Ray Potts’ fault.
My shift was supposed to end at nine. Instead, I spent the last three hours tracking him down for shoplifting a lighter, eventually finding him behind the Gas-N-Go... in a dumpster. Then I had to pull him out, put him in the back of my cruiser, drive him to the station, and process him. I’ve basically been trapped in close quarters with a human garbage dump for three hours.
Between this and the impending doom of our financial ruin, all I want now is a stiff drink and my bed.
I cut across the dark grass toward the cottage, then freeze.
Is something... buzzing?
It’s faint, barely audible under the wind and the crickets, but it’s here. And my alpha hearing has never failed me. Just ask Ray and his muffled sneeze.
I close my eyes and focus.
I think the buzz is coming from Cabin Seven. That’d make sense as Jenna flagged a faulty outlet in there two weeks ago. I told Reed to fix it, but he obviously didn’t.
If that outlet is shorting behind the drywall, the whole cabin could go up. Given our current financial trajectory,no thanks.
Annoyance cuts right through my exhaustion. I adjust my duty belt and cross the weeds. The cabin is dark, but the hum grows louder with every step.
I take the porch steps two at a time and pause outside the door. The sound is definitely inside. Low, persistent, mechanical and...uh, is someone whimpering?
