Chapter 40
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T heresa felt depleted after telling her story to the police. Marco was waiting outside for her, at least she hoped so. They'd asked to speak with him again as well. She may have to wait for him.
The officer, Tray Fielding, escorted her to the waiting area. Marco wasn't there and Theresa's knees began shaking.
"I'm sorry. Is there somewhere more private I can wait for Marco? I feel...exposed out here alone."
Tray's eyes locked on hers a moment, then he nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't think of that. You can wait in our break room."
"Thank you."
She followed Tray through the swinging half door that led them behind the counter and through an area with desks neatly lined up. "This is the bullpen."
She grinned. "Okay. That's interesting."
He shrugged. "It's an ancient term that's been attached to these rooms all over the country in every police station that's ever existed."
She chuckled. "I was in the Army. We have mess halls for our cafeterias. Same thing."
Tray nodded. "Marine here."
She nodded. "HooRah."
He grinned and she wished she had a friend she could set him up with. He was handsome.
They turned a corner and entered a small room. The wastebasket was overflowing, the chairs weren't pushed in neatly and there were dirty dishes in the sink.
Tray turned to her. "Sorry for the mess."
She grinned and shook her head. "No need to be sorry."
Tray nodded. "Please take a seat. I'll let Marco know where you are when he finishes."
"Thank you, Tray. I appreciate it."
She sat at a table, pulled up her phone, and continued reading the messages on her story. They continued to flood in. The shares on it were astounding. Someone commented, "OMG, you're going viral. Good for you."
She smiled, but it didn't last. A lot of people, good people, lost their lives for these exposés. She didn't feel like a hero or an influencer. She simply wanted justice. Justice for Carolyn. Justice for Keely. Justice for all the people whose names she didn't know but whose lives were altered or ended because of the Celtics.
"There you are."
She jumped and turned her head to see Marco walking toward her. "You ready to go home?"
"Yeah."
She stood and met him halfway. "Was it awful?"
"Tedious. How about you?"
"Same." She chuckled.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and steered her to the front door of the building. He checked the outside before they exited, and it made her feel better. But really, would they be so bold as to try something at the police station?
After they'd both buckled up and Marco pulled from the parking lot he said, "Kelsey confessed."
"She did?"
"Yes. It's as I surmised. In order to get close to you, the attorney, who we now also know for a fact is dirty, fixed her ticket in exchange for favors."
Theresa stared out the windshield and took a deep breath. "Were some of those favors sexual?"
Marco's head turned her way. "Why would you ask that?"
"It's something many of them do. They have total power and they abuse it."
He nodded. She watched his Adam's apple bob. "Yes."
Her stomach twisted slightly for Kelsey. That was likely awful. But Keely had told her of some of the things they did to people. Total control to utterly humiliate them and make them believe they were dirty and in the wrong.
Marco reached over and took her hand in his. He carefully drove them to the cabin. Inside, she sighed. "I love this place. I feel like I'm in a cocoon. Safe and secure."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
She kissed his lips. "I'm going to take a shower."
He grinned. "You want company?"
Her brows shot up. "Are you feeling better?"
"I am. But I know I'll feel much better once I'm inside you."
She smiled broadly and took his hand in hers. She sauntered to the bedroom. Marco locked the bedroom door, and she continued to lead him to the bathroom. She began taking her clothes off as Marco reached in and turned the water on to warm. He flipped on the overhead heating lamp and as soon as the warmth surrounded her, she shivered. It felt incredible.
Once her clothing was removed, she watched Marco shed his clothing. The instant his shirt came off, she saw the bruising on his ribs. Her fingers lightly touched the purple and greenish skin. She bent down and kissed his bruise. His hands dove into her hair.
She continued to kiss his bruise and then up his chest. His hands explored her body everywhere. She kissed his jaw, his cheek, his split lip. He grinned.
He pulled her toward the shower, and stepped in, gently guiding her inside with him. He moved her under the spray. She tilted her head back to wet her hair.
He pulled her from the spray and turned her around. His hands delved into her hair. The shampoo in his hand added an aromatic sensory experience to their shower. Their first together. Her first with another human. A romantic shower, that is. In the Army, they all showered together, but it was nothing like this.
His firm fingers massaged her scalp. He smoothed the shampoo down the long strands of her hair, slid his hands over her ass then slipped around and cupped her breasts. His lips kissed the shell of her ear and he whispered. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."
She closed her eyes enjoying all the sensations. "You're the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on."
He chuckled next to her ear and her nipples pebbled.
He pulled her back into his body, his hands then slid down her tummy to her clit. She gasped as he began making small circles around it. His finger slid into her channel, then came back out and circled her clit. He repeated that motion over and over until her orgasm sped to completion. She gasped and cried his name as his fingers lightened on her clit.
Once she'd relaxed, he picked up her hands in his and pressed them to the wall of the shower. He bent his knees and slowly entered her from behind. As he filled her, the feeling was so incredible she wanted to remember it forever. So many sensations were happening at once right now that her knees shook.
He pulled out and entered her again and again, all the while whispering near her ear how much he loved her. How beautiful she was. How sexy she was. And finally, he pushed himself in and released his seed into her body. She rested her head against the warm shower wall, Marco's lips near her ear, his body holding her tightly. She never wanted to be with anyone else ever.