Chapter Twenty-Five
Iswear, it was the weirdest night I’d ever spent with a woman, although to be honest, I’ve never actually spent the night with a woman.
This was different though. Not just because of the weirdness of staying over and not fucking, but she was fragile, and trusting me to protect her, and that felt amazing, because I was starting to think she was afraid of me.
I thought she’d still have my number blocked too, until she reached out last night.
She’d been heading to the clubhouse, so that had to mean something, right?
It’s not like she turned up with flashing lights, and sirens, to cuff me again.
She thanked me. Me. The meatheaded asshole who she’d been avoiding.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, look at the mess I’m making of your shirt.”
“Yeah, I know. I always imagined it’d be your pussy juices I’d be wearing home, not tears.”
A strangled giggle followed, and she slapped my chest, but then she froze, and I dreaded whatever the fuck thought just hit her then.
“Grease?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know my address?” Fuck. “I didn’t tell you it, did I?”
The temptation to say, yeah, of course you did, silly, was so fucking strong, but I’d been raised with honesty being a fucking commandment, and I couldn’t lie to her. Not her.
“I uh… looked it up.”
She pulled back to frown at me, her tear-stained, pink cheeks making me groan, because I wanted sass and fire, and I was probably about to get both, but not in a good way.
“Looked it up? That’s impossible.”
I shrugged. “Not if you’re good with computers. I mean, lots of stuff is just out there, ready to-”
“Hack?” I shrugged again.
“If you really want to put a label on it,” I murmured, watching her eyes narrow at me.
“Babe, before you go off at me, just bear in mind that I didn’t use that information for anything bad, okay? I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that asshole last night. Nobody else at the club has any of your deets. Just me.”
She chewed on her lip, looking conflicted, making me want to smooth that cute little frown away. When the fuck did I start finding her cute? I was fucking doomed.
“I feel like you’re the most dangerous person to have that information, Grease, but… I mean, you stayed here all night to look after me, so… you know, maybe you’re not so bad.”
I pressed a hand against my chest and mock gasped at her.
“Whoa, go easy on the compliments there, little pain. You’ll kill a guy with all that flattery.”
Her soft giggle was a relief, as was the fact that she didn’t seem to be suffering too badly from her little hangover too, but while I wanted to devour that sweet pussy of hers, I was smart enough to realise this wasn’t the time for that.
“Want me to make coffee? Probably help with your headache if you have one.”
PC Pain nodded, biting her lip again, and I groaned, despite my good intentions to not do this.
“Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you look when you do that? It’s like a fucking siren song to my cock.”
She blinked rapidly, releasing her lip as she started to laugh. It wasn’t the response I was going for, but hell, she also didn’t punch me in the junk, so it’s probably a good way to react.
“Ouch. Don’t laugh at my cock, baby, he’s kinda sensitive about that.”
Okay, that made her laugh harder, so I got up from the bed, and left her wrapped in her bedding.
“I’ll just use your bathroom, and then I’ll make coffee. You can wait right there for me if you like?”
PC Pain pulled the bedding tighter around her, and frowned at me.
“What?”
“You realise you don’t even know my name, right?
” Huh. She actually had a good point. She’d never officially introduced herself to me, although I knew everything about her already.
She was still just PC Pain or little pain to me now.
Would ‘officially knowing her name’ even change that? I grinned at her.
“Well, it’s polite to introduce yourself, but maybe your manners are no better than mine, huh baby?”
Oh that glare. That glare could give me a fucking instaboner every damn time.
“And now you don’t get my name.”
Ha.
“Okay, Jamie, have it your way,” I said with a grin, as I ducked out the door and to her bathroom.
“Asshole!”
Jamie
He knew too much. He knew things I’d never told him, never would have told him, and with a sudden chill in my veins, I wondered if that meant that he knew the one thing I wanted nobody to know. The thing that’d really screw up my reputation here in town. My dad.
I waited for him to go downstairs after he left the bathroom, and I hurried there to shower, which wasn’t easy to do while keeping the dressing on my elbow moderately dry, and get dressed, returning to find him sitting on the bed, leaning back on his hands, while two steaming mugs sat on the bedside table.
“I put your phone on charge, by the way. It just buzzed while you were in there.” Oh hell. My phone. What if he’d somehow got into that too?
“Did you look at it?”
His eyebrows pinched together as he sat up, and watched me walk around the bed to get to it.
“Last night or now?” I picked it up and opened up the new message. It was from Alex.
“Both, either. I don’t know.”
The message was to check if I was okay after last night, and to let me know the guy had tried insisting I used ‘police brutality’, because of course he was all beaten up, and I’d lied and said I fought him off. By covering for Grease, I may have just landed my ass in hot water again.
I dialled Evers, and held up a finger to Grease to shush him as my partner answered.
Grease took that moment to wrap his lips around my finger and suck on it, which completely shot my concentration all to hell.
As did the wicked look in his eyes, a look that promised so much fucking destruction when I was done with this.
“Hey Jay, how’re you doing today?”
“He’s claiming what? That’s bullshit! I was defending myself from a sex attacker!”
Grease released my finger, and mouthed the words ‘what the fuck’. I backed away from him, waving my hand to keep him quiet.
“Yeah, he’s got cuts, bruises, and he’s concussed. He also has bruised ribs, and a broken pinky finger.”
“What the hell. I barely touched him,” I hissed, fixing Grease with a glare, because he’d gone harder on the guy than I’d remembered. He offered me a half smile, coupled with a half shrug, which I didn’t want to find cute. Not at all.
Grease reached for the phone suddenly, and I darted away from him, because what the fuck was he playing at?
Alex couldn’t know he was here, and even if he did know that, I couldn’t go back now on what I’d said in my official statement, and that fucker who attacked me knew that too.
He knew someone else attacked him, but since I’ve claimed responsibility for his injuries, he’s now using that against me.
“I know it doesn’t seem fair-”
“Fair? I was sexually assaulted, or about to be, and I defended myself. Why the hell am I suddenly the bad guy? You know this is everything that’s wrong with this fucking world!
Women get attacked, and as long as we just lay down and take it, we only get treated like shit for taking it, but we’re damned if we defend ourselves, and hurt some poor fucking asshole who just wanted to stick his dick where it wasn’t invited!
” I was yelling by this point, and Grease took the phone from me, and pressed the button to end the call, switching the phone off.
I was breathing hard, and watching him through glassy eyes, as he turned and caught my arms, pulling me closer to him.
“Take a deep breath, little pain. Just one for me. No, deeper than that. I’ll give you a masterclass later on what deep really means.”
How could he make me laugh at a time like this? I knew he was going for a laugh rather than anything else at this moment, but it was token Grease to borderline harass me while trying to make me feel better.
“That’s better, little pain. Look, shit got real last night, and that fucker’s trying his luck, but you’ll be fine. I mean, I’m sure there’s no officer more by-the-book than you, right?” Oh damn.
I didn’t answer, and that caught his attention as well as if I’d disagreed with him.
“Jamie?”
I shrugged, keeping my eyes away from his, because I swear sometimes it was like he could fucking read me through them, like a psychic.
“Babe, what are you hiding?”
I groaned. “I got suspended recently, that’s all. I was… I wasn’t in a good headspace, and I kinda got a bit um… rough when I arrested a guy, and-”
His lips slammed against mine, and all words disappeared from my head, as he fisted my hair and deepened the kiss, his tongue surging against mine as he backed me up to the bed.
“Grease… what’s-”
“Don’t ruin this, babe. Just let me fucking devour you. You need this, and I really fucking need this.”
He nudged me, and I fell back on the bed, watching helplessly as he dragged my yoga pants back down my legs, and practically growled at the lacy underwear he revealed.
“Fuck me, kinda want to eat these too, but there’s no time for that, because you’ll start fucking thinking…” he was practically murmuring to himself, but I caught the words, and started to giggle, as his dark eyes raised from eyeing my pussy.
“You won’t be laughing in a minute, little pain, you’ll be trying to rip my hair from my scalp, when I tongue-fuck you into a frenzy.” Oh Jesus, yes, please do that, please.
“Can’t do that if you’re still yapping at me, Grease,” I sassed, and he laughed.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that one, trust me.”