“Savannah,” I said, grabbing her attention.
She looked at me, questioning me with her eyes.
“Watch me. Watch me make you come,” I told her.
A flash of pink stained her cheeks. She was shy. I liked that.
“Watch,” I said, holding her gaze, forcing her to look down between her legs. I held up my finger before circling around her hole and gently pushing inside. I heard her gasp, and she looked up once again.
“Don’t watch me; watch me fuck your pussy with my finger,” I said, my voice harsh with need.
She nodded. “Okay.”
I barely heard the word. I slid my finger in and out a few times before pulling it out and pushing in two fingers. Her body jerked forward, taking my fingers deeper inside as she moaned low in her throat.
“That’s it. Keep watching,” I ordered, looking up to make sure she was doing what I told her.
I rolled the pad of my thumb over the hard nub exposed by her stretched opening. Her thighs tried to close with me locked between her legs. I rubbed harder, pushing my fingers in deep.
“Oh god,” she said. “Don’t stop. Please, god, don’t stop.”
I rubbed the nub hard, pulling my fingers out to stroke her clit, bringing her to her most violent orgasm yet. While she was still convulsing, I used my hand to guide my dick to her pussy and slid in, the passage difficult with her spasming pussy squeezing my dick.
“Damn, girl, you are fucking amazing,” I told her, thrilled to be with a woman who was so responsive to my commands and, most importantly, my touch.
I pushed in, pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, and let myself bask in the warmth of her body before it became too much and I was forced to seek out my own need. I felt my orgasm start somewhere in my toes before spiraling up and out as I pumped into her body. Her face was buried in the side of my neck as I jerked with the last aftershocks of my own orgasm.
I slowly stepped away from her and helped her off the counter. She stumbled a little, and I reached out to steady her.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “A little light-headed.”
I grinned. “You’re welcome.”
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Arrogant much?”
I leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t I have a right to be?”
She slapped at my chest and reached down to grab her panties. “Ouch,” she hissed.
“What? Are you okay?”
She grabbed her panties and was sliding them on when she looked at me. “I’m not going to tell you. I don’t want to feed your ego.”
I had no idea what she was talking about.
She grabbed her jeans and was sliding them on when she winced again.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, suddenly feeling like total shit, the afterglow fading out as fast as a shooting star.
“No. Just a little sore. I don’t think a person is supposed to have that many orgasms in a single hour, or day for that matter.”
I felt my chest puff up with pride. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I enjoyed it too much.”
“Me too,” she said, reaching for her bra and shirt. She slipped the shirt on, carrying the bra in her hand.
“Stay,” I whispered.
She looked at me and shook her head. “Nope. I’m not staying even if you beg me to.”
“Why not? You’ve stayed before,” I protested.
“We’re only faking the engaged thing. We don’t have to pretend when no one’s looking.”
“This has nothing to do with that.”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Good night, Cam. Thanks for the random sex in the kitchen. That was different.” She went up on her toes and kissed me before walking toward the front door and leaving without another word.
I stared at the door. “What the fuck?”
I thought we had just shared something pretty damn amazing. She had gone from smoking hot to ice cold with the flip of a switch. I actually felt like I had just been used. I certainly didn’t mind the using, but it felt wrong.
The woman was going to make me crazy. I couldn’t put the blame entirely on her shoulders. We had been doing this weird push-pull thing, with me doing most of the back and forth. I wanted her, but I didn’t want a relationship. I wanted her, but not the baggage that came with her.
I picked up my clothes, locked the door, turned out the lights, and headed to bed alone. It was probably for the best. I knew that. Unfortunately, every time I saw her, I forgot all about the reasons I needed to keep my distance.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Savannah
I was a little surprised the studio hadn’t given me an earlier appointment for my drug screening, but maybe they didn’t really care all that much. I was on my way back from the test and decided to pick up a few groceries at the store.
I happened to look up in my mirror and noticed a black car. It was a Maxima, just like mine. It was funny how many cars like mine I saw now that I drove one. Dismissing the car, I used the steering wheel controls to turn up the stereo. It was cool fall day, and I loved being able to have my window down a little with the heat on. I knew it was silly, but I loved the fresh air.
As I was sitting at the light, I looked around the area, taking note of the bakery on the corner. I wanted to give the place a try in the near future. The light turned green, and I checked my mirror to see the black car behind me again. I couldn’t see the driver with the way the sun was hitting the windshield, but I got the idea it was a man.
On a spur-of-the-moment decision, I turned right. I nearly sideswiped a parked car with my tight turn. I looked in the mirror and saw the black car was still behind me. My heart did a funny little kick and dance before my palms grew sweaty while I gripped the wheel.
The light turned red, and I was forced to stop. I kept watching in my mirror, trying to get a glimpse of the driver. The visor was down, obscuring my view. As soon as the light turned green, I hit the gas, propelling the car through the intersection. There was an exit for the freeway a mile ahead. I decided I would get on the freeway, get off at the first exit, and see if the car was still tailing me.
Deep down, I was convinced it was Asher. It wasn’t the vehicle I knew him to drive, but he could have rented a car or bought a new one. I hit the gas and rocketed up the on-ramp onto the freeway, weaving in and out of cars before jumping off at the next exit. I focused on my driving and didn’t look in the mirror until I waited to take my turn onto the city streets.
“Shit!” The black car was there. Whoever was driving the car was absolutely following me.
I saw the speed limit sign, but I no longer cared. I drove well above the speed limit. I was in a panic. I felt like I was running for my life.
When I glanced up in my mirror next, I didn’t see the black car; I saw red-and-blue flashing lights instead. The black car was in the left lane, trailing behind at a reasonable speed. I had never been so glad to be pulled over in my life.
I pulled off to the side of the road, my knuckles white with the force of my grip. There was a tap on my window. I took a few deep breaths and rolled it down. I saw the black car pass and breathed a sigh of relief. The cop had scared him away.
“Good afternoon, miss. Can I have your license and reg—” The officer stopped talking.
“Hi,” I said sheepishly.
“What the hell are you doing driving like a bat out of hell?” Adam asked.
“I was being followed. I thought it was my ex-boyfriend.”
“Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked in a stern voice.
I shook my head. “Actually, no, I don’t.”
“You were going twice the posted speed limit. That’s a felony. I could give you a reckless driving ticket for that.”
I looked up and saw the black car turn into a parking lot and pull right back out. My eyes followed the car as it came back down the street.
“There,” I said, holding my breath, the word barely audible.
“Where?” Adam turned and looked.
“The black car,” I said, my voice going shrill.
“Maxima? Wait, that car looks identical to yours,” Adam said, and I could hear the dawning of the problem in his voice.
As the car came closer, I stared at the driver’s window, squinting to get a clear look.
“It’s him!” I shrieked.
“Him who?” Adam asked, alarm in his voice.
“Asher! My ex!”
I stared as Asher drove by. He was sneering at me, giving me a good look at his face and not caring a bit that I did.
“Savannah, relax. He’s gone. You say he was following you?” he asked in a voice filled with concern.
“Yes. I was on my way home. I had to do a drug test for my new job, and I just happened to notice the car behind me because it’s almost identical to mine. After a few miles and several turns, I realized the car was still there. I did drive a little erratically. I’m sorry. I thought maybe I was crazy and the person wasn’t actually following me.”
“Okay. Why don’t I follow you down to the station? I’ll take an official statement, and we’ll see what we can do to get you an emergency TRO,” he said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.
“A TRO?”
“Temporary restraining order. I can show cause and get an emergency one granted. You’ll get a court date for later where you can get a restraining order put in place for a year or more,” he explained.
I nodded. “Okay. You’ll be right behind me?”
“Yes. Do you know where our station is?”
I shook my head. “No,” I squeaked.
“Hand me your phone and I’ll pull it up on Maps.”
I did as he asked, my eyes darting back and forth around the area, expecting Asher to jump out and attack me at any second.
He handed me my phone back. “Don’t speed. If you see him, maintain your speed and just get to the station. Did you happen to catch the license plate?” he asked.
I shook my head, feeling foolish. “No.”
“It’s okay. We’ll worry about that later. Are you okay to drive?”
I smiled. “Yes. Thank you. Really, thank you for listening and not thinking I’m crazy.”
He chuckled. “I never said I didn’t think you were crazy,” he said with a wink before going back to his patrol car.
His easy way made me relax a little. I followed the directions given by the friendly voice coming from my phone and made my way to the station. I continuously checked my mirror, making sure Adam was following through with his promise to follow me. Asher wouldn’t be dumb enough to mess with me with a cop in sight—I hoped.
I parked on the street and waited on the steps for Adam. He was on his cell phone as he walked toward me.
He slid his phone into his pocket and looked at me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I am now.”
“I just talked to Cameron. He’s out on another call right now.”
My eyes widened. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”
He shook his head. “No. That’s your business. I just wanted to see if he was around so he could get the statement from you. He’s on a task force that requires his full attention, though. I didn’t want to risk telling him about this and distracting him.” His chocolate-brown eyes were serious. “He cares about you. I imagine if he knew you were having this kind of trouble, it would definitely distract him.”
“Thank you. I’ll talk to him about this another time.”
“All right. Let’s get your statement and see about getting you a TRO. I know they don’t seem like a lot of help, but trust me, it gives me something to work with.”
“Okay. I’ll do whatever it takes to get him to stay away from me.”
I followed him to a desk where he pulled out some papers and began to ask me questions about my encounters with Asher. I could see the anger in his eyes as I spoke.
“I need you to put down everything that has happened in this statement. I can get you as many sheets as you need. Can I get you a soda or some water?” he asked.
“I’d love some water, please.” I was parched after the excitement.
It took me over thirty minutes to get my statement down. Adam took it and disappeared for a while and then returned with a copy of a temporary restraining order. I held it in my hands, staring at it. I had tried for so long to get something to keep Asher away from me, and I finally had it.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He nodded. “Of course. Are you headed home?”
“Yes, I am now. I was going to stop at the grocery store, but I think I’d rather go home and lock the doors.”
“I’ll follow you and check out the house.”
“Thank you. You really don’t have to do that,” I said, feeling a little overdramatic.
“I want to, and I do.” He grinned. “If I sent you home without making sure you were safe, Cameron would kick my ass.
I drove to my house with my new bodyguard trailing behind me. There were a couple of false alarms, and I was once again reminded of how many cars just like mine were on the road. I had a feeling it was why Asher had chosen to drive one. Either that, or it was some kind of sick obsession. It was hard to say with that man.
“Wait out here,” Adam instructed, taking my house keys from me.
I instantly started doing a mental walk-through of my house. I had dirty laundry in my room, and I hadn’t done my breakfast dishes. Of course, none of that would matter if Asher had gotten in and trashed the house again.
Adam came out and waved me over. “All clear. I’m on duty for the next two hours. If he shows up, calls, or drives by, call my cell phone directly. Call 911 if he tries anything. We’ll do our best to let him know there was a restraining order issued, but we may not be able to find him today. We’ll send someone to his address in Bonner, but stay alert.” He held my gaze, much like Cameron did.
“I will. I’ll keep my doors locked and my phone at the ready.”
“Good. Be safe, Savannah. Cam can’t lose another one,” he muttered under his breath as he walked to his car.
I turned to ask him what he meant by that, but it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. I went inside, locked the door, and immediately felt the quiet. I was getting a little tired of being alone all the time. Asher had thrust me into a world of isolation. I knew it was on purpose. If I was desperate and alone and he was the only person in my life willing to be around me, I would be stuck with him.
I had a feeling when Cameron found out Asher was back, he was going to give me the cold shoulder again. Last night had been amazing, and I felt truly connected to him, like there could actually be a chance for a friendship with benefits.
Unfortunately, Asher was going to take that away from me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cameron
“Let’s roll, kid!” I hollered at Lily for the third time.
She was taking her sweet time getting ready for school this morning. I had to get to work and didn’t want to be late. Yesterday had been a long day, and I had a feeling today was going to be just as long if I got pulled onto the Cooker task force again.
I finally manage to get Lily loaded in the truck. As usual, I glanced over at Savannah’s house. Her car was in the driveway, but her curtains were pulled tight. I assumed she was sleeping in. I had meant to talk to her last night after work but had gotten home too late.
“Am I staying at Grandma’s tonight?” Lily asked.
“Yep. They have big plans for you tomorrow.”
She clapped her hands. “We’re going to a museum.”
I chuckled. She was one of the few five-year-old girls on the planet who got excited to go to what I felt was a boring museum. I was glad my parents were taking her and I didn’t have to.
When I got to work, I found Adam in the break room, chomping down on a chocolate-covered donut complete with sprinkles.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing his eyes and stretching. “Heard you had a l
ate day yesterday.”
I nodded and grabbed a maple bar from the box of donuts on the table. “We did. Sucked. We didn’t find a damn thing. This guy is a ghost. I’m convinced he purposely drops leads just to watch us chase our own tails.”
“I’m sure that’s exactly the case,” Adam agreed. “So, did you talk to Savannah last night?”
“No. She’s not my girlfriend,” I said with frustration.
I knew Adam thought I should find myself a good woman, and I knew I probably should, but I wasn’t up for another one of his pep talks.
“I saw her yesterday.”
I looked up to meet his eyes, my donut halfway to my mouth. I could tell by the serious expression on his face that it wasn’t a chance meeting at a coffee shop or something.
“What happened?” I asked, almost afraid to know. I immediately regretted not stopping by her house to say hi last night or checking on her this morning.
“She’s okay,” he assured me right away.
“Okay,” I said, drawing out the word, waiting for him to tell me more.
“I pulled her over for reckless driving yesterday. She said her ex-boyfriend was following her. The little rat had the nerve to drive by while I was standing there talking to her,” he said, his jaw tight.
“Shit,” I muttered. “I thought that guy was gone.”
“We got her a TRO.”
“Really? How’d you pull that off?”
He grinned. “I know people,” he said with a wink. “Not to mention her statement of past events was about five pages long. It didn’t take much to convince the judge. She doesn’t like DV situations.”
“You got lucky. Who was it?” I asked, already knowing the judge who signed the order.
Adam smiled. “Judge Jones.”
I rolled my eyes. Judge Jones was one of the younger judges in the county. She was also very pretty. Adam had hooked up with her before she’d gotten her seat on the bench, and the two had maintained a friendly relationship.
“Thank you for doing that. I’m going to give her a quick call. I’ll be back in five,” I said, checking the clock to make sure I had the time.
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