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“I’m right here, Baby.”I hear his words in my head often in the last five days, but I don’t find comfort in them, because I realize that’s what’s going on. He’s here to fix me, not to… love me.
“Are you even going to turn around and look at me, Junie?”
“What’s the point?” I ask, wallowing in my despair.
Ben lets loose a large breath of frustrated air that sounds kind of like a pissed off bear. I ignore that too, at least I try until he grabs my hip and forcefully flops me over on my back. I look up at him and my first thought that at least this isn’t an indifferent looking Ben. This Ben is totally pissed off. I don’t know why that should make me happy, but it does.
“What’s the point? Are you seriously asking me that right now, Junie?”
“Yeah, Ben, that’s exactly what I’m asking,” I respond, my anger lighting as much as his. I move so I’m sitting up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, watching him, hoping maybe he will finally talk to me, but his next words push me over the edge.
“I’m not doing this,” he growls under his breath, walking to the dresser and getting his badge, keys, and billfold. “I’m not fucking doing this.”
“Doing what? You haven’t been doing anything, Ben!”
“Haven’t been… Woman what in the hell do you want from a man? I’m here every night making sure you’re okay, holding you so you can sleep. Fuck, I’m bending over backwards to try and help you, and you want to sit there and give me shit? You want to act like a bitch, Junie, that’s fine, but I’ve had it.”
“Good. So have I!” I stab a finger to my chest.
“Fine! I’ll make sure Lodge keeps an eye on you from here on out, because I’m done,” Ben growls, stomping out of the room. I jump up off the bed and follow him. There’s no way in hell he’s going to dismiss me that easily.
“Fine. Leave. You don’t have to worry about meanymore. One less job for good old Sheriff Ben to tend to,” I holler at him, almost jogging to catch up to him by the front door. He spins around on me, and I stumble, managing to stop in time so that I don’t run into him. I cross my arms against my chest and narrow my eyes. I wait, because he’s either leaving or saying something else to piss me off. Ben being Ben, it will probably be both.
Junie
“What in the fuck is your problem, Junie? Why does every fucking thing have to be a fight with you? I’m too old for this shit.”
“You, Ben. You’remyproblem. You’re hanging around to make sure Greg doesn’t get near me. Well, it’s been five days. There’s no sign from the asshole, so hey! You’re off the hook. Get your ass out and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. You’re officially off Junie duty.”
“Get my ass out?” he growls.
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re unbelievable. I’m so sick of your games, Junie. If this is how you want to play it, fine.”
“Maybe you’re having trouble getting this through your thick skull, Sheriff, but I don’t play games.” I huff, all of my frustration boiling over.
“That’s rich,” Ben replies, and anger is rolling off of him now, but it’s a quiet contained anger. I welcome it. Anything is better than the reserved indifference that I’ve been getting from him for days. “You play more games than any woman I know, Junie. You love to wind me up and make me jump. You live for it.”
“You’re full of shit, Ben. You don’t even know me,” I deny, stepping into him. “And you never will, because all you can do is give up.”
“All I can do?” he asks, disbelief so thick in his voice that you could cut a knife through it.
“That’s what I said. You are a quitter, Sheriff. Everything is fine as long as it’s easy, but the minute you have to work for it, you’re out of here!”
He stares at me and maybe I should be scared. With my history and the anger coming from him and the look on his face right now, fear should be surging through me. I should take off running. I don’t have that reaction with Ben, though and that’s a revelation in and of itself. I’m not afraid of Ben. I never have been. I can yell and scream at him all I want, and I know in my heart that Ben would never hurt me. I’m pretty sure I could hit him, kick him, and scratch his eyes out, and hestillwouldn’t hurt me. That’s not who he is. He’s one of the good guys and that makes the way he’s pulling away from me hurt even more.
“You’re delusional, seriously fucking delusional. I’ve been busting my ass, swallowing my fucking pride, and bending over backwards for you, and you have the nerve to call me a quitter?” he snarls.
This is probably the wrong time to realize that when Ben is mad, he’s also freaking hot. I feel my body begin to respond to him, my nipples got taut. The inside of my thighs grow damp and my labored breathing has less and less to do with my anger.
“Why are you even bothering, Sheriff? It’s clear you’re done here, so why are you even wasting your time with me?”
“Done here?” he parrots. His head goes back as if I slapped him, and he looks down at me with this incredulous look on his face like he can’t believe me.
“Fuck this. If you can walk away, I can too. This way we’ll both be done,” I mumble, turning away from him, because I’m seriously turned on. I’ve grown so wet that it’s embarrassing, and if I keep arguing with him, I’m liable to fall down on my knees and beg him to give me his cock.
I wasn’t prepared for the rough way that Ben grabs my arm, turns me around to face him, slamming my body against the side of the house. That should scare me too, but it doesn’t. Instead, I widen my stance as his leg moves between mine and he pins me there with his hold and his body.
