28. Jensen
28
JENSEN
T he house is quiet when I finally drag myself inside more than two hours later than I expected. One call had turned into five, and in a town where sometimes we don’t take five calls in a week , I’m more than a little pissed.
This was probably one of those instances that people talk about where you’re supposed to tell your partner you’re gonna be late. Normally, I would’ve, but I’d been so anxious to get home I’d lost track of time. That and aside from Mama, I’d never needed to check in with anyone.
It was a massive oversight.
And I was stupid to think I’d find Nessa waiting up for me. It was even worse to think I’d blown my chance with her.
Kicking off my boots, I take a breath and try to ease some of the tension ricocheting through me, suddenly thankful I’d changed out of my uniform at the station. Nessa has only been here a few weeks, but she’s burrowed so far and deep under my skin there’d be no getting her out. She’s become an obsession I never expected but I couldn’t help myself.
Logically, her arguments against why anything should happen between us made sense. But I was no longer interested in sense because all I want is to feel her come apart. I want to be the one who makes her lose control—and not just a little.
I want wrecked and writhing and screaming my name.
The visual has me moving farther into the house. “Nessa?” She doesn’t answer, but there’s music coming from the hall bathroom and the faintest buzzing sound. It’s louder as I move down the hall—incessant—but hard to tell over the music what’s happening as my heart hammers in my chest.
“Nessa?” I say her name louder along with three quick knocks on the door.
“What?” she snaps, and instead of answering, I take it as an invitation, turning the handle and pushing inside. ”Are you fucking kidding me?” she screeches, her foot on the toilet-seat lid, her legs spread, and her hand hidden under the hem of her shirt.
Buzzzzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Fuck my fucking life.
It takes too long for my brain to catch up with what I’m seeing—but what a sight it is.
“Are you honest to God going to stand there?” she yells, pulling her hand from between her legs and waving a still vibrating dildo at me. “The fucking audacity! I’d say you have a hell of a set of brass balls, but I don’t think you do, especially considering how you?—”
Whether it’s the anger in her words, the dildo she’s still waving, or the way she’s flushed and sexy and fucking bare beneath the hem of her shirt I’ll never know, but one minute I’m in the threshold and the next I’m practically on top of her.
“Show me.”
“Excuse the fuck out of you. I thought you just said?—”
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I look her in the eye before turning up the vibration.
“I said, show me. I’m late and you couldn’t wait any longer, so show me what I’m missing out on.” It’s a taunt.
A challenge, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that she won’t back down.
I lean my ass against the vanity and cross one ankle over the other and wait as her jaw clenches and her eyes turn molten.
Thoughts of someone else watching her get herself off have an unfamiliar rage churning in my gut as I meet her stare.
“Now.” My voice is low and full of gravel, and it has her inching her shirt up her thigh with her free hand. “Show me.”
“You could just do it yourself.”
“You’re not ready for my dick, Nessa,”—my eyes drop to her glistening pussy then back up to meet her gaze—“but you will be.”
“I think you’re just a fucking tease, Sheriff.” She chokes up on the dildo, letting the head massage her clit. “And if you think I won’t impale myself on this thing just to spite you, you’re wrong.”
“I’m counting on it, Trouble. I want to see you dripping all over that poor excuse for a cock because this is the last time you’re gonna use it in this house unless I wanna watch.”
Her eyes widen like she’s just as surprised as I am to hear the words. She doesn’t think I’m this guy—and it almost never happens, but she brings it out in me. Nodding my head toward her, I fight back the growl that wants to escape at the raw possessiveness I feel coursing through my veins. My teeth are practically grinding together with the amount of force it takes to keep my mouth shut.
Nessa adjusts her hand, and I know the way she’s moving, slow and teasing, she thinks this is a game.
And it might be.
For now.
But that’ll change the minute I have her in my bed, spread wide and begging for me to fuck her harder, deeper… more.
My whole life is about control.
Being in control, staying in control, and taking control.
It’s a fluid concept and it has to be if I want to keep myself, my deputies, and the public safe.
But the moment that Nessa stepped inside this house, all I seem to be is out of control, and if this is how I get it back then so be it.
I cross my arms over my chest, my biceps straining the fabric of my shirt. Her tongue licks along her bottom lip as she watches me watch her.
Emboldened by my appraisal, she thrusts harder, her hips rocking to the rhythm she’s set as her tits bounce under the cotton of her shirt, the taut peaks of her nipples practically begging for my mouth.
“Has anyone ever watched you get off like this?”
“No.”
My lips curl up on the side. “Just for me then,” I say appraisingly. “Looks like you can be a good girl.”
“Hardly,” she grits out and I know she’s close.
“Pull your shirt up and play with your tits. Show me how good it feels, Nessa.”
“I’m not doing this for you,” she hisses even as she does as she’s told, her eyelids fluttering shut as her palm moves up her stomach to fondle her breast.
“You look so fucking sexy, baby. That’s it, I need you nice and wet for me.”
“Fuck.”
“You gonna let me in that tight pussy? Or do you want to wrap your legs around my head so I can taste and lick and suck on all that sweetness between your thighs?”
Nessa comes on a cry. She’s loud, and my dick jumps at the promise of seeing just how loud we can make her.
“Not bad,” I say, pushing off the vanity to stand as she pulls the dildo from her tight heat, her orgasm painted all over it, “for your first one.”
“You talk a big game, Sheriff.” The words lack the snark and challenge they usually do and it has my lips curling.
“And now it’s time I deliver.”