Chapter Seven
I haven’t seen Sophia in four days. I’ve stopped myself from barging into her house each day after work. Usually I see her on my run, but it’s almost like she’s avoiding me.
But not today. Today, about twenty feet in front of me, her long ponytail swings, brushing the top of that perfectly plump, peachy ass.
Picking up my pace, I sprint to catch her.
“Hey there.” I lightly tap her shoulder.
The scream she lets out makes me cover my ears and back away from her. That scream wasn’t just a you-startled-me scream, it was a terrified, blood-curdling scream.
She clutches her chest, her breath coming out in heavy pants as she squats down, tucking her head between her knees.
Dropping down next to her, I grasp her shoulders. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Sophia. I didn’t know you would scare that easily.”
“Ex. Used. To scare. Me. For fun,” she says between breaths.
“Sit back.” I angle myself behind her so she can sit between my legs and lay back on my chest. “Do you need water? What can I do?”
Fuck. I feel so bad.
“Please.” She holds out her hand, and I pull the straw from my backpack, bringing it right to her mouth. She gulps down a few sips. “Thank you.”
“Better?”
She nods.
“I’m so sorry. I feel like such an ass. I was just trying to catch up to you because I haven’t seen you since…”
“You kissed me?” She stands, and I follow her movements.
“Yeah. That night.”
“And you’re avoiding me because you want to do it again.” She grins.
“Shut up.” I knock her with my shoulder as we walk down the path. “Are you good now?”
“I’m good, promise. Don’t stress about it. I’m a little scaredy cat. My ex thought it was fun to scare the shit out of me, and then… he just scared me.”
I notice the hesitation in her voice. I’d be willing to bet that’s not the full story. And that makes me feel even worse.
“Is that all he did?”
“Race you to the beach!” She takes off running without answering my question.
I take off running after her. If she wants the physical exertion to forget the pain, I’m with her. Since the accident, I’ve pushed myself harder than I ever have before. I’m in the best shape of my life because of it.
The beach is a mile away, and I take her over after about half a mile. Her even, controlled breaths come from not far behind me, and I’m struggling to breathe. Weights are more my thing than cardio, but clearly it’s hers.
“How the fuck. Are you. Not dying?”
“I always run long distances. I was training for a marathon before I moved.” She strides next to me, keeping her pace.
“You could have fucking led with that.” The beach is in sight, and I’ve never been so fucking happy to stop running.
“Afraid of a little competition?” She spins around, showing off by running backward down the trail.
“No. Just like going in with all my information.” I pick up my pace, ready to overtake her.
“You didn’t ask. Isn’t that like rule number one of being a cop?” She matches my uptick in speed.
“Rule number one is don’t get shot. I don’t do well with rules.”
She lets out a full belly laugh. “Obviously.”
Her laughter is infectious, and before I know it, I join her, finding humor about my gunshot wound for the first time.
She takes off, sprinting for the entrance to the beach. But instead of letting her, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, sprinting to my yard instead.
“This is cheating, Officer Keaton!” She slams her palm on my back. “Where are you taking me?”
“Back to my house. You’re joining me for dinner.” I slap her ass cheek.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I got steak. Who says no to steak?”
She laughs. “You got me there. I won’t say no, unless it’s some shitty cut. Better be a good ribeye.”
I drop her on my deck. “You know your beef?”
“Born and raised in Montana, remember?”
I raise my brow. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you were childhood friends with Aubs.”
I toss my running sneakers over by the sliding door. “What was she like as a kid? Just as much of a pain in the ass?”
“Excuse you! My best friend is not a pain in the ass.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
And that is the wrong fucking move because all it does is push her glorious tits together for me. My eyes get stuck on the image.
“You are fucking hell on my restraint, woman.”
“Good thing I’m not asking you to restrain yourself then.” She slips through the slider and right into my kitchen. “What can I do to help?”
“Not a thing. I put some baked potatoes in the crock pot earlier today, and I’ve got a salad in the fridge. Just keep me company while I grill?” I grab the tray of meat and a lighter and head toward the grill, lighting it. ”Want a beer?”
“That’d be great.” She takes the seat closest to the grill to wait for me.
After dropping the tray in the sink, I grab a clean one and two beers.
“Here you go. Rome’s newest creation.” I pop the top off and hand her a bottle.
As I watch her bring it to her lips, my dick takes notice of every fucking movement she makes. She swallows, bringing my thoughts to something else entirely. Suddenly, I wish her lips were wrapped around my dick instead.
“What’s running through your dirty, dirty mind, Officer Keaton?” She takes me in over the mouth of her bottle, running her eyes down my body.
I shake my head. “Not a thing. Completely innocent.”
Turning, I check on the steaks, flipping them. Willing my hard-on to go away. “How do you like your steak?”
“Medium, please.”
I nod, not looking back at her yet. I’m not ready to see her.
Small hands wrap around my waist, pushing her body flush against mine. “Are you sure those thoughts were innocent?”
“Fucking Christ,” I mutter.
Her fingers slip into my waistband. “Seems to me, someone isn’t as innocent as they seem.”
I slam the cover of my grill shut, and knock the temperature down before I spin in her arms, my cock pressing into her stomach.
“You’re motherfucking trouble, you know that?”
“My middle name actually.” She winks, but drops to her knees, taking my gym shorts and boxers with her. “This what you were thinking about earlier? Something about my lips around your cock instead of the bottle?”
“It’s like you can read my goddamn mind, Trouble.”
She looks up at me, a pout on her lips. “What happened to Goddess?”
“Oh, you still are one, but trouble seems to be more prevalent when you’re around. Especially if Aubrey finds out.”
I suck in a breath as she notches my dick at her lips, kissing the head and licking the vein underneath.
“I like it.” She winks before swallowing my cock to the back of her throat.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” I moan out.
Where has this woman been all my life?
Slipping my hands into her hair, I grip tightly at her scalp. “Are you ready for what you started?”
She nods, eyes hooded.
I use her hair to hold her in place as I fuck her mouth. “You take me so well, Trouble. I knew you would.”
Humming her approval at my appreciation, she darts out her tongue, swirling it around my cock as I glide in and out of her.
“Eyes on me,” I command.
Her gaze shoots to mine, tears pooling at the corners as she takes me almost to the hilt. The sight does something for me, knowing that she’s taking my commands and not batting an eye.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m already close.”
With my words spurring her on, she reaches around and grabs my ass with one hand and my balls in the other, tugging them just enough to be blissfully painful. “You like to play too, Trouble?”
Her head bobs up and down in response.
“You get more tempting each fucking minute.”
Between her squeezing my balls and sucking my soul out of my dick, I’m ready to blow.
“I’m going to come, Goddess. If you don’t want to swallow me down, pull off now.” Instead of backing off like I expected, she grips each of my ass cheeks in her hands, holding me close.
“Fuck!” I scream as she swallows every last drop I have for her. “Goddamn it. This is fucking dangerous territory. I don’t think I’d want to give you up if I got to taste you.”
She stands, pulling my shorts back up nice and neat, wiping the corner of her mouth with her middle finger. “Good. You won’t get the chance tonight. I’m hungry.” She pats my ass before leaving me standing speechless by the grill.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I had control, the next her lips took it all.
I can’t remember the last time I was rendered speechless by a woman other than her. Scratch that. I’ve never been rendered speechless by another woman.
Opening the grill, I do the only thing I can—I finish cooking her steak.
I wait until I can compose myself before I head inside and see the table set with the salad, potatoes, and toppings.
She joins me at the table, a shit-eating grin on her face.
“You’re pretty proud of yourself, huh?” I place her steak on her plate.
“I just know my talents.” Grabbing the salad, she fills her plate and then mine, adding a potato for each of us as well.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for cooking.”
We both dig in, eating in silence for a bit.
“Truth or Dare?” she asks.
“Truth. I don’t even know if I can handle a dare from you. You have me wary.”
“What made you want to be a cop?”
The question catches me off guard.
“Well.” I lean back in my chair. “That’s a pretty loaded question.”
She gathers up the plates and walks them to the sink. “I have plenty of time.”
Following her, I begin to wash everything as she clears the table. “I didn’t set out to be a cop. I was an accountant. I hated it, but it paid the bills in the city.”
“What city? Portland?” She drops the silverware in for me.
“Boston. I lived in Boston with my fiancée. Worked as an accountant. The whole thing.”
“Wow. We’ll come back to the fiancée thing. I can’t see you as an accountant though. Or living in Boston.” She crosses her arms and leans back on the counter, watching me.
“I hated both honestly. But Melissa, my ex, wanted the city life. So we went to Boston College together, and then we never left.”
“What happened with Melissa? Sounds like she got everything she wanted.”
“The best man in my wedding happened.”
“Shut up! One of your brothers fucked your fiancée?!”