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“I have a few questions concerning some initials. There are some messages with a BJ username and two victims. Does anyone go by that nickname?”
“Not that I know of,” she contemplated. She snapped rapidly at Jai. “Oh! There’s that one guy!”
“From where?”
“He grabbed me in the commons. I don't remember his actual name, but he kept calling me freshman. He also kept insisting I make plans with him for the night of Sigma’s party.”
“Benson Jacobs?” Jai asked with heavy skepticism. “I mean, those are his initials, but I feel like you have to be a certain level of gritty to behave this way.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agreed, “but it’s worth looking into since she said he grabbed her. Anything else happen that day?” She shook her head and scrawled a signature on the form. They passed them over the desk.
“Should we be concerned?” Jai asked, passing a hand through his hair. I cleared my throat and straightened.
“I would say take caution and be prepared. What I can offer you is a small detail. I don’t have many officers to spare at the moment, but there’s always something we can work out. I already have a detail on the apartment in case he comes back. I asked campus to increase patrol, and since the women are being taken from parties, we’re keeping tabs on the house. I would suggest extra vigilance for yourselves. Don’t drink anything unless you make it. We have consistent toxicology reports that show he’s drugging the victims.” As I disclosed the information, their faces fell further. They slid their papers forward and made their way to the door.
“Detective,” Bex called from the doorway. I looked up from my desk. “Thank you for everything, even if you feel stuck.”
“Thanks, kid. Keep in touch.”
Bexley
Jai held the precinct’s door open for me. I stepped through as a small breeze kissed my cheeks. It was cloudy, and the dreariness spoke to how most felt in town. The local papers were running shocking headlines, and you couldn’t walk far into a store without hearing someone’s hushed gossip. A few people were walking the town square and watched as we came down the steps.
I ignored them.
Everyone here was trying to sleuth their own information. They would watch the comings and goings of anyone at the precinct like there was nothing better to do. My dad would tell me stories when I was growing up about the attention and press his office would be bombarded with. The only good it did the locals was the ego boost and a false feeling of importance. They were welcome to assume whatever they wanted from this morning’s appearance.
Jai’s hand slid down my shoulder and waist. He rested it in my back pocket. I looked up with a cocked eyebrow.
He gave a smug shrug. “I’ve been promoted. My impromptu boyfriend privileges have been upgraded, right?” He winked as his firm hand squeezed my ass.
“Have you?” I taunted as he steered us to his car. He kept quiet, the smirk on his face saying plenty.Behave.
His car, switched with the bike, beeped as we approached. When he walked me around the front, the hand in my jeans turned me toward the car. My hands planted on the hood as he bent me over.
“Your smart mouth sounds bored, baby,” he alleged as he aligned his hips with mine. “I’m sure my cock can remedy that, Little Swallow.” His hands roved over my hips and sides.
“Your cock would definitely earn about thirty seconds of silence, yes,” I taunted. I felt him move over me, his mouth coming by my ear.
“You’re going to be so fun to play with,” he murmured, and his tongue flicked out to my earlobe, “and so sweet to love.” He straightened and stepped away from me. I opened my mouth with another smart answer, but his hand connected with my ass. It was the perfect hit, little pain and all the pleasure. A small moan escaped before I remembered where we were. I turned to him with an incredulous glare.
“Jaiden,” I playfully chastised. “You cannot just spank me; we’re in public!” He stepped forward, capturing a lock of hair that floated on the wind.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he countered. “This is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you in public.” He let the strands loose and continued to my side of the car. “Back to the house. We have to unpack your stuff, and you have an exam,” he rattled off while he stood by the open door.
Once again, Jai Wells was hot.
Jai
Bex sat at my desk, her feet pulled up on the chair and books scattered on the surface. I made space in my dresser and closet while she started her last midterm. She pulled her hair into a ridiculous bun, but it made me weak. The loose stands framed her face, and she looked so content and unbothered like this. Lost in her studies.
Another reason why my favorite place the past three years had been the library. When Bexley was unaware of your presence, she was her rawest. She wore her worry, confusion, and questions. It wasn’t merely studying; this amazing woman immersed herself in it all. Akin to standing in front of your favorite piece of art, being feet away from her had me captivated, a feeling forever tightening and expanding in my chest.
I slipped more of her clothes into the drawer. She brought just a few bags; confident we’d be back to a new normal soon. I hated that idea. I wanted to keep waking up beside her. It was a new form of my addiction to her.
I ran my tongue across my teeth, playing with the piercing. She changed into those skimpy shorts that felt like a thousand clouds when we got back and threw on one of my favorite shirts. It swamped her and covered the hem of her shorts. I leaned against the wall and continued to watch her.
I wasn’t sure what it said about me that I could spend an entire day in silence simply watching her, but it told me that she was the perfect study: intelligent, elegant, comical, and level-headed. I stopped moving her clothes completely at some point. Tunnel vision got the best of me, and I almost missed her question.
