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“Just because we aren’t married anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care what happens to you or—”
“Go on, say it. How it reflects on you and my father.” Jess’ words are full of derision, and she lets out a mocking laugh to boot. “You’ve never given a shit about me. That was made clear by your whoring ways and marrying for a leg up with my father.”
I stand here listening to Jess giving her ex hell, and I’m not ashamed to admit it makes me fucking hard. But Alistair’s next words wash away any arousal and replace it with rage.
“My whoring ways? Says the bitch that let three guys tag team her in college,” he scoffs. “You turn up here dressed in white like a fucking virgin—”
His words are cut short as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes from the room, and I shove through the door. I’m not sure what I expected to find, but Jess’ ex pinned against the wall and gasping for breath couldn’t have been further from my mind.
Jess’ head inclines, having heard someone enter the room, but she keeps her focus fully on the man in front of her. As I get closer, her words become audible.
“…not what happened, and you fucking know it. You’re a disgrace to the male population and the law you swore an oath to uphold. I hope like hell I’m there to see karma when she finally comes for her vengeance on you.”
Alistair’s eyes are blown, and his lips have a hint of blue tinging the edges as he tries desperately to draw oxygen into his starved lungs. His hands grip her wrist as he continues to struggle.
With one last death-inducing squeeze, Jess releases him, and he collapses to the floor.
“Y-y-you cra-crazy fucking b-bitch,” he manages to stammer out between coughs and gasps of much needed air.
Jess spins away from Alistair, coming face to face with me. If she’s shocked to see me, her face doesn’t show it.
She opens her mouth, and though I’m not sure what she was going to say, I give her the slightest shake of my head, eyes narrowing in warning.
“You ready to go?” I ask. My careful and controlled tone belies the anger simmering beneath my skin. I step forward, taking her hand in mine. She tenses initially, but after a split second, she relaxes, threading her fingers through mine.
We leave Alistair sitting on the floor spitting vitriol like it’s an Olympic sport. His colourful language and threats follow us down the hall. Only becoming muted once we turn the corner, where I open the first door we come across and pull Jess inside.
Dropping my hand as soon as the door closes behind us, Jess begins pacing the small room. The moonlight slashes across her face on every pass of the window, highlighting her deep frown and pursed lips.
I try to give her time, to tell me herself, but I don’t think she has any intention of telling me what went on back there. So, I give her a little prod.
“You want to tell me what the fuck I just walked in on back there?” Unfortunately, my restraint seems to have been left out in the hall, and my words fire at her demanding and full of unreleased rage.
“No, I don’t. It’s none of your damn business,” she fires back, continuing her pacing. “What the hell are you even doing here, Rick?”
“It’s my business when the woman I’ve been screwing is married, and I find her in a room squeezing the life out of her husband. So, yeah, it is my fucking business.”
“Ex-husband,” she spits, like just saying the word husband burns. “And as you said yourself, we were just screwing, so…”
She leaves the question to hang in the air, and I know it’s what I said, but I think we both know it was more than just sex. However, neither of us are ready to admit that out loud yet.
“He’s a cop, right?” I ask, even though I already know the answer given what I just heard and her reaction to the mention of cops the night we first met.
“If you mean a power-hungry shark playing at being a cop, then I guess you’re right, yeah.” She stops pacing and turns to me. “How much did you hear, Rick?”
“Enough. Too much. More than I should have.” I step toward her, desperately wanting to ask the question I know neither of us want me to ask. “Jess—”
She holds her hands up. “Don’t.” It’s the same word I said to her the last time I saw her. “You have your demons and I have mine. Ones I’m not ready to talk about.”
“Fair enough,” I say, taking another step toward her. Her hands lower as she realises that I’m not going to press the matter. Jess may not be prepared to let me close emotionally and trust me with her secrets, but she’s more than willing to let me in physically. She’s right, I do have my own demons, but I can’t stay away from her either. I raise my own hand, brushing back a strand of hair from her face. As I tuck it behind her ear, my fingers ghost over the pulse point in her neck before running along her jaw and causing her breath to hitch.
Catching her waist as my other hand grips her jaw, I pull her to me. My dick stands to attention at the little gasp-moan that slips from her, and I tilt her head back giving me free access to explore her neck with my lips.
“Rick.” The word falls from her lips in a breathy exhale, and I’m not sure if it was a plea for more or a warning. Regardless, I continue my ministrations, nipping and kissing her neck fully aware that she’ll soon let me know if I misread her. The image of her pinning that wanker Alistair up against the wall speaks to some dark part of me, a part I don’t normally indulge in.
Right now, I let my body rule my mind and damn the consequences. With her chin still gripped in my fingers, I drag my lips over hers, licking at the seam and slaking my thirst for a taste of her. It only takes a second before her control snaps, and with a nip to my bottom lip, she grips the lapels of my jacket and slams her mouth to mine.
Releasing her chin, I slide my hand up her thigh through the slit in her dress, gripping her thong-clad arse, just as my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. Ignoring it, I flick my fingers beneath the scrap of lace, skimming a finger through her slick folds and eliciting a groan as I dip inside. Jess widens her stance giving me better access, and I take full advantage, slamming two fingers into her and growling as her pussy grips them like a vice.
