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Chapter Two
Ethan
That damn woman! I wasn’t sure how large of a sign I would have to put up to show her how I felt. Nothing would ever be big enough because she was fucking oblivious to my feelings.
A few weeks ago, I’d tried to talk to her and tell her how I felt, but she brushed my feelings aside before I could even get them out. When I hesitated, she started talking about how we shouldn’t sleep together anymore, and I had agreed because I was hoping that she would realize that she missed me. That maybe she wanted to be with me for other things, and not just a good time. Sadly, she hadn’t.
Last night, I told myself when I showed up at the tavern after my shift that I wasn’t going to end up in bed with her. I kept my distance while she was drinking, but when it came time for me to head home, she had rubbed her sexy as hell body against my arm, given me those I want you eyes, and I hadn’t been able to say no.
The whole way back to her house, while she slurred one constant word after another, I’d told myself to drop her off and leave. How could I leave her when she’d pulled her bra through her shirt sleeve and slung it around my neck, pulling me forward to kiss her? How could I go when she climbed over my lap and ground against my throbbing erection? How could I push her away when she was holding my hands to her breasts, whispering in my ear what she wanted me to do to her?
Jesus, just remembering it was giving me another major hard-on. I was stopped at a red light and slammed my fist against my steering wheel. After I’d gotten her out of my car, I’d told myself I’d walk her to her door, get her safely inside, and then I’d hightail it back to my truck. I was not going to sleep with her again.
I’d had to put her key in the door, and before I could get out of the way, she was pushing me inside, her hand pulling at my buckle and opening it way too fast—her other hand rubbing against my erection. I’d tried to turn, to push her away, but she had whipped her shirt off and thrown it into my face. Before I could remove it, she was on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants.
And fuck if that didn’t just lock my feet in place. Seeing Riley on her knees, her bare breasts jutting out, her nipples hard, and her tongue wetting her lips as she pulled me free. Yeah, that was my ultimate fantasy when it came to Riley. She gave the best fucking blow jobs—the best—and I could never deny her. Not when she was looking so eager.
She had taken me in her mouth, looking up at me with those love-me eyes, and I’d lost any thought of leaving. Instead, I’d held her head as I moved my hips back and forth, loving the way her tongue swirled around my shaft. She’d taken me to the brink of destruction with her sexy sounds as if I were giving her the ultimate gift, and not the other way around.
She always knew when I was about to lose it because she’d stop. She grinned up at me and told me in that sexy as hell bedroom voice, “Not yet, baby.” I had scooped her into my arms and kissed her like I was a man about to starve, and she was my only sustenance.
The bad thing was, she kind of was. I’d know for a long time that I was in love with Riley Young, but she never acted as if she felt the same.
I’d carried her to her room. Riley squirmed, and the minute her feet were on the floor, she was tugging my pants off my hips as I tried to get hers off too. When Riley had been drinking, she was a wild one in bed. She liked it a little rougher, a little wilder. She talked more, begged for me to please her, or give her more of something, and last night had been no different.
Riley didn’t have to beg, though. I would give her anything that she asked for—well, I had in the past. I had to put my foot down and cut the cord to Riley. She didn’t want me as a man to build a life with. She wanted me to hit all the right buttons and have her writhing in ecstasy under my mouth.
I growled to myself as I pulled into my driveway. I could practically taste her on my tongue now. I knew her so well—from the taste of the salty skin on her neck when she was sweaty, to the erotic scent of her during lovemaking. I knew it—I craved it.
I had to fucking stop. Was there a twelve-step program to rid Riley Young from my life?
I went straight to my shower, ripping my clothes off as I did, and turned the water on hot. I fisted my erection, cursing it for wanting her so badly, and then I thought back on our night one last time as I stroked myself.
The orgasm was harsh, almost painful, as it finally hit me, and I leaned against the tile wall, staring at the drain. I needed to let all my dreams go. Let all of my fantasies of her go and wash them right down the sewer pipe. It was time to be done with that stupid dream.
I finished showering and went to make breakfast since I’d sent my sandwich with her. As I ate, my phone rang, and I paused in chewing as I looked at the screen and then swallowed as fast as I could.
“Hello?” I answered, my stomach instantly twisting nervously. I’d been waiting for this call. Was it going to be good or bad? Holy crap, my heart had started to race.
“Ethan? It’s Scott Hendricks down at the County Detectives Office.”
“Detective Hendricks, how are you?”
“I am doing well, and I told you before to call me Scott.”
“Alright, Scott it is.”
His hesitation was only a few seconds, and I closed my eyes as I waited. “So, I’m calling to see if you are still interested in the county detective position.”
My eyes flashed open. “Are you serious?”
“I sure am.”
“Holy crap! Yes! Yes, I’m interested. Of course, I’m interested.”
He chuckled over my enthusiasm. “Fantastic. I think you are going to fit in great with our group. Everyone here knows you, and many have already worked with you. None of them have had bad things to say. Trust me—I tried to find something.” We both laughed.
“I’m glad to hear that, Scott.”
