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The setting sun draped its last blaze of light upon the cemetery, illuminating a ghostly glow onto the solemn funeral service. The air was thick and heavy with emotion and grief as family and friends stood around Colin’s casket. Their faces were wet with tears as they shared stories of Colin, while the priest’s words of comfort offered assurance of life beyond death in a moment where hope seemed lost.
His casket was adorned with white roses and red carnations that glistened in the fading light, like a symbol of beauty amidst the sadness. As pallbearers prepared to carry him away, his family followed in a river of sorrowful cries, struggling to accept that this was their final goodbye.
The searing pain in my chest was almost unbearable as I watched his loved ones mourn him. His fellow law enforcement officers lined up in uniform and paid tribute to him with a salute, but all I could feel was the blinding guilt for being responsible for his death.
My choices had led me down this path, and with every condemning glare from his friends, I knew they were aware that I'd been there when he died. The memories of my prideful behavior to show James that someone else wanted me and my selfishness to forget about him still echoed in my mind–my recklessness was the cause of his demise.
With a heavy heart, I sat immobile as the murderer brutally took Colin’s life. Regret was etched into every fiber of my being, realizing he would still be alive if only I'd gone home that night. To those left behind, there was no way to make up for what occurred, and nothing would ever fill the void his absence created. All I could do was accept the consequences of my actions and learn how to live with the grief and guilt that had suddenly become a part of me.
The service at the cemetery was painfully brief, a constant reminder of how life can be cruelly taken away in an instant. As the casket lowered into the ground, my throat clenched, a lump forming as I tried to hold back tears already spilling from my eyes.
The mourners slowly dispersed, and I stayed rooted in my spot as I said one last goodbye to the man who had once been my world. But now, my love for him had changed; it was no longer passionate but filled with respect, admiration, and guilt. I watched the casket disappear beneath the ground and felt the total weight of my grief crash into me.
James, Everett, and Sarah waited for me in the car - they had known enough to give me space - but my heart felt too heavy to move until I was alone at the cemetery.
Slowly, reluctantly, I walked away.
The next few days blurred together as James continued to slip away without any explanation. Whenever I asked where he had been, he just said not to worry and there was nothing to fear. Yet every time he returned home, his face seemed worn out and drained of emotion.
Some nights we would lay together in silence, his body warm beside me while he drifted asleep. Other nights, he slept before I could even whisper my love for him. I stayed up late on those nights, reading by moonlight as agents patrolled the grounds outside our window. I couldn't help but worry that something was terribly wrong, and no one was telling me what. When I asked Everett or Sarah, they wouldn’t look at me when they answered, but I knew enough about them to know they were hiding something. They told me not to worry, and James and the rest of the team were just busy trying to find the killer before someone else died.
It was one of those evenings when James slipped off to sleep without a word or a touch to me. As I sat by the window, watching the full moon cast its luminous rays over the lawn, I watched him lay still on his back with a peacefulness that seemed to seep from his pores. His tattooed chest rises and falls deeply into a peaceful sleep.
Setting down my book, I got up and quietly made my way over to him. I softly crawled to where he lay and straddled him. My hand crept under the waistband of his underwear and gripped his stiff shaft.
His eyes opened, dark and smoldering, his lips curling as he savored the feeling of my tight grip. I let his hands roam hungrily over my body, pulling me closer, His breathing quickened as my hands touched him inside his underwear, and with a few strokes of my hand, his cock pulsed against me.
His hands found my hips and pulled me closer as I leaned down to press my lips against his. In one swift motion, I slid off my underwear and positioned myself atop him, feeling my arousal mix with his own. His eyes were fiery with desire as I held him tightly in my grasp and started to move up and down, our bodies melting together.
His eyes were heavy with lust as he looked up, and all I could do was gasp. All hesitation vanished as his hands moved to my waist and guided me faster and faster until our bodies melded together. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt my orgasm hovering ever so close.
I leaned forward, my dark hair falling around my shoulders as I increased my pace. My own breaths came out in short, shallow bursts. My body quivered and shook as I felt my climax coming. I let out a loud cry, and he joined me, releasing his hot cum inside me, moaning and panting as it spilled deep inside me. I opened my eyes and looked into his, feeling like I could see into his soul. Everything else faded away, and all that mattered was us. I collapsed on top of him, entwined in his arms.
"That was amazing." He breathed.
"Yes, it was." I grinned.
"I don't know what got into you, but you can wake me up like that whenever you want."
"That good, huh?" I teased.
"Phenomenal. The best sex I've ever had." He turned towards me, rested his head on his hand, and pulled me over, planting a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. I smiled, ran my hand through his hair, and settled into his arm.
The next morning, a soft knock on my door woke me. I rolled over and nudged James, "Someone's knocking."
James jumped out of bed and pulled his sweatpants on as I rolled over in exhaustion. With a deep sigh, he opened the door to reveal Everett standing there, a smirk plastered across his face.
"Good morning, sunshine. You look like you had a good night."
James groaned and glanced back at me apologetically as Everett stepped into the room with coffee.
Everett fist-bumped me and snickered, " You dirty dogs. Sarah owes me 50 bucks, by the way." His tone was full of amusement.
"You bet on us?" asked James incredulously.
Everett nodded proudly, “I bet on you guys fucking like wild animals and not letting anyone else sleep. Like seriously, I thought I was a machine, but I ain't got nothing on you two."
"Oh my gosh." I rolled my eyes.
