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My core lights up, already edging towards release as he thrusts into me slowly, yet forcefully. I get lost in the movements, grabbing at Nics shoulders as his cock nudges places inside of me that send shocks shooting up my spine.
It’s overwhelming, it’s blinding, it’s terrifying.
Because he’s not just fucking me, he’s making goddamn love to me.
And I don’t think that I want him to stop.
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“The police scanners picked up what I'm pretty sure is another body from the stalker!” Kai races into the room as he yells, causing me to drop the donut I was eating and bolt to my feet.
“Alright, boys. Anyone down to crash a crime scene?” I rub my hands together in my best impression of an evil villain scheming, a wide grin settling over my features.
“Alan is going to cause us some problems.” Nic, ever the negative Nelly, states the obvious.
“Yeah, but he won’t actually stop us. He knows he needs my readings, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” I gather a jacket, shoes, and my cane as I speak, ready to head the fuck out before we can be blocked from the scene. I have my laminated consultant ID in my wallet if I need it, and I’m sure the guys have their fancy badges. “Once we’re there, he’ll avoid making a scene and just let us do our job.”
Hopefully.
“I hope you’re right.” Nic mumbles as I let out a short whistle, Gizmo and Snitch racing to follow Ezra and I out the door as we leave, the other two guys following closely at their heels.
“Ye of little faith.”
Things have been a little awkward between Nic and I ever since he decided to drop all hateful pretenses and throw himself into ourrelationshipin the form of making love to me on my damn couch. He’s been struggling to curb his natural urge to yell at me or give me shit, and instead, has actually been nice. And me? I’ve just been at a loss as to what to do at all. I can’t even wrap my head around the change in him.
It’s just so…weird.
Maybe it was jealousy fueled, from the revelation that yes, I have actually boned guys before they came into my life like this. That no, I wasn’t a sweet little virgin waiting for a broody, arrogant asshole to come sweep me off my feet.
Or maybe it was something else. I don’t know.
For the past few days, all three of the guys–yes, evenNicolás-Goddamn-De León–have been practically worshiping me. If we’re not practicing me seeing through their eyes, we’re fucking like animals. If we’re not laughing, joking, and talking, they’re spoiling me with food and bubble baths. Kai even took the time to give me an actual manicure and pedicure. I got to see how damn good he is at them by channeling Ezra while he did it.
Ezra is the only one of the three that I’ve been able to successfullyseethrough.
There are theories aplenty floating around about why. Some crazy, some fueled by jealousy, and some dangerously close to the actual reason. Because I know the truth, I just don’t want to tell them. I’m not exactly sure how well it’ll go over if I admit that the reason it only works with Ezra is because there are fewer reservations when it comes to my relationship with him.
There, at least I can admit it to myself.
With Kai…as much as I want to believe that he’s turned over a new leaf to have me, there’s that lingering doubt that I will never be enough for him. Heisa well-known ladies man afterall, and it’s not like he’s been all that exposed to other females since he moved in. So how can I trust him?
And Nic. God,Nic. We’ve–for the many years we’ve worked together–alwayshated each other. It was so consistent and unwavering that I could blindly trust in exactly how every interaction between us would go. I could have bet my life on it. Until now, that is. So instead of trusting that we hate each other, I’m at a loss as to how our future is going to go. When this is all over and he’s not forced into proximity with me, will it just go back to how it was before? It’s like I’m just waiting on the other shoe to drop with him.
But Ezra? Well, we were always friendly with each other in passing, but we never talked much to begin with. He is Ezra after all. Though, I know that he’s always been friendly to me, helpful even. It feels just like a normal progression of strangers, to friends, to lovers. Likenormalpeople.
That’s not to mention that as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never heard him tell a lie. He’s up front and honest, his intentions pure and unwavering. So…I trust him.
If I were a betting woman, my entire fortune would be on the possibility of Ezra sticking around until death do us part. Not that I plan on marrying the guy, that’s not me. But…I’ll let him stay if he wants to, and I’ll be secure in the fact that he actually does want to remain by my side. Ezra is intentional and determined in all of his actions and I don’t think he’d ever leave willingly.
So there it is. The reason I can only see through Ezra’s eyes is because he’s the only one I allow myself to open up to fully. He’s the only one I trust enough to not hurt me, and is therefore the only one who I’m probably close enough toemotionallyto access his sight.
What a fucking mess. I just hope it doesn’t drive a wedge between the guys.
It’s a short drive to wherever the location of the crime scene is and, before I know it, Ezra is helping me out of the truck as I struggle to lock my gift down quickly to avoid the influx of auras I feel trying to reach me. The air is a flurry of sounds, voices, and vibrations all battering at my gift and I suck in a deep breath as Ezra’s palm finds my lower back. As soon as the weight of his touch makes contact, an inner calm settles over me like a blanket of protection muffling everything into an easier level to sort through.
Gizmo and Snitch lead the way as Kai and Nic take up sentry positions at my back and other side and, like a squadron of our own, we follow the chaos to its main source. I pivot under Ezra’s arm, pulling it in front of me to make skin to skin contact, and channel our connection. It’s almost as easy as breathing as his sight settles in my mind.
Alan stands resolutely ahead of us, his face thunderous and hands balled into fists as he ignores someone speaking to him to stare directly at our group. The flashing of red and blue police lights add to the foreboding feeling overtaking me as we get closer and closer to him, the shadows striking his exhausted and withered features.
