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I lick my lips and crawl forward. “I’ll remember.” My hand darts out and grabs the hard bulge in his jeans.

A hiss of air passes through his teeth before he rips my hand away and actually pushes me back. I fall on my face, and finally give up.

“I get it,” I mumble into the comforter. He doesn’t want me. I mean, I’m drunk off my ass. Can’t blame him. “Why don’t you just leave? I’ll be okay. I’m always okay.”

Chapter 11

Brandon

Jesus fuck, this woman is gonna give me an ulcer. She continues mumbling about how she’s okay and I shake my head at her alcohol-induced antics. Finally, she passes out, and I reposition her so she’s on her back with her head propped up on a couple of pillows. I grab the garbage can from the bathroom and set it close to her on the floor.

She’s gotta have some Tylenol or something, so I dig through her cabinets. A tan, oval-shaped box catches my eye, and I pull it down. Already knowing what’s inside, my gut clenches as to why she would need birth control pills. I don’t expect her to be a virgin, but the thought of her fucking somebody else makes my body shake with rage.

I won’t pretend I’ve been a saint, but any woman I fucked was nothing but a willing pussy, something to take the edge off. Only once did I attempt an actual relationship, and it was shot to shit when I called her Mary on four separate occasions. The three times in my dreams, she could live with. She was upset about them, but who can control their dreams? It was when I called her Mary while we were fucking that she gave up even trying anymore.

I certainly never blamed the woman; I’d be pissed if the person I was with was thinking about someone else the whole time. But that’s been my life. Sure, I pretended to move on, but there was always that whisper in the back of my mind that said not to give up on Mary. That there was still a chance.

Before I shove the offending pill container back, I read the name on the prescription, Gracie Hart, and laugh out loud. Her and that damn movie. I grab the pills I originally came looking for and fill a glass with water then set them down on the stand next to her bed.

I strip down to my boxer briefs and set my clothes on the little table in the corner. Before I crawl into bed with her, I grab my cell and call my neighbor, Kelsey. She moved in the weekend after I did. My work hours are crazy, and I ended up not being able to feed Kat a couple of times, so I gave Kels a key to my place so the poor thing wouldn’t starve because of my weird schedule.

“You realize it’s after midnight, right?” Kelsey answers.

“Don’t act like you’re not up still.” She’s an artist and often sleeps during the day after being up all night painting.

“No wonder you made detective so fast. You’re just so gosh darn inquisitive, picking up on my schedule like that,” she laughs. Metal echoes in the receiver and I chuckle back, knowing she’s already got my keys in her hand. “I’m on my way.”

“You’re such a smartass.”

“Whatever. Do you need me to feed her in the morning, too?”

“No, just tonight. Thanks, Kels.”

“No problem. Anytime. Go get the bad guys.”

She hangs up before I can reply, and I toss my phone on top of my jeans. I lock the door and turn to find Mary sitting up, shooting daggers at me.

“Who was that?” she snaps.

“What?” How is her drunk ass even awake?

“On the phone. Who was that?”

“My neighbor.”

“A neighbor you fuck?”

My mouth hangs open for a minute, and I’m speechless. Then I remember how I felt this morning when I saw a guy in her room. Jealousy is nasty. But I can’t chastise her for it because I felt the same fucking way.

“Is it? Huh?” She successfully sits up on her knees and crosses her arms. “Do you fuck your neighbor, Brandon?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Hmm.” She looks away then back to my body, scanning me from head to toe. My dick rises at the scrutiny, and she bites the inside of her cheek, drawing attention to the blush starting to cover her face. Even drunk she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her glossy eyes get heavy and her body sways a bit.

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” I suggest.

She opens her mouth to argue but quickly covers it with her hand and rushes to the bathroom.

“Damn,” I mutter under my breath. Just as she makes it to the toilet I reach her to gather her hair and rub her back until she’s done.

“You okay?”

She nods and stands then leans over the sink for a second to catch her breath. Once her breathing has evened out, she brushes her teeth. When she’s done, I lift her and set her back down on the bed. Before I cover her up, I lift her damp shirt off and replace it with another.

As soon as I shut the light off, I crawl in behind her and pull her close. I don’t even have time to register how wonderful it feels to be holding her again because I fall asleep, for the first time in years, not worried about my girl.

* * *

The muffled voices on the TV wake me up, and I open my eyes to find Mary mouthing the words. Staying still, I just watch her. The corners of her lips tip up in a small smile and her green eyes sparkle as they follow the characters on the screen. This is one of the things I’ve missed the most—a carefree Mary. Her smile has always been so vibrant, and I’m glad to see it again. She laughs at something and covers her mouth, then gasps when she realized I’m staring at her.

“Morning,” I say and lean up to kiss her cheek.

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“After I puked, I slept great.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Feel fine, too. I took some Tylenol about an hour ago. Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. I’m glad you feel all right.” I sit up and pull her to my side, hating the fact that she’s only a foot away but not in my arms. Her body fits next to mine like she was made to be there.

“Brandon. I—”

“Shh.” I place my finger over her mouth. I know what she’s going to say, a bunch of apologies and explanations about her behavior last night. No point in talking about it because it’s over and done. We have bigger issues to tackle than a drunken night. “It’s okay. I get it. Hell, look at what I did yesterday. We’re both dealing, babe.”

Her eyes don’t leave mine as she crawls over me and settles on my dick that’s happily regained its perma-hard title whenever she’s in sight. We both let out a groan. She locks her fingers behind my head and leans down, her lips hovering over mine. “I’m ready to remember every second, Brandon.”

Her tongue darts out and slides over my bottom lip before she gently places her lips over mine. I reach up and put my hands under her shirt, gripping her sides so she doesn’t move. I’m so on edge and the heat alone coming from between her legs is enough to make me come in my boxers.

We both open our mouths at the same time, and like it was rehearsed, we make out. Just like we used to. Slow for a minute then a fight for control until one of us gives in. Gentle strokes of our tongues followed by bites and nips. I lift her shirt over her head and she reaches back and takes off her bra then settles so we’re skin to skin.

Her hard nipples poke into my chest, and I grab her hips and press her down. “God you feel so good here,” I mumble between kisses.

I push her back a little and lean forward to kiss her breasts. Licking under her tits on the sensitive skin, I smile against her nipples when she pushes them into my mouth. Her hips rock back and forth, and I swallow a groan when she circles them.

She pushes me back so I’m against the wall and starts licking down my chest. Her nails follow the same path, and I push her hair from her face so I can see. I want to watch everything she does. Memorize every second of it.

When her fingers reach my dick, she palms it from the outside and I raise my hips up enough for her to pull the black cotton down my legs. Her hands grip me at the base and slowly pump up and down. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of the tip and she looks up at me with hungry eyes and licks her lips. “Can I?” Her voice is nervous, but her hand confident as it continues to jack me.

“Fuck yeah, Mary. Wrap those lips around my cock.”

She licks the tip, and my eyes roll to the back my head while my fist tightens around her hair. Releasing her hand, she flicks my balls with her tongue, then slides it all the way up to the swollen head. I decide to let her lead, let her take her time, even though it’s fucking killing me not to fuck her mouth hard and fast.

Without warning, she sucks me in, and my hips jerk off the bed. She pulls out with a pop and sucks me back in, again and again.

“Your mouth feels damn good, baby. Fuck,” I hiss when she increases her pace.

She hums around me, the vibration adding to the intensity. Her fingers cup and pinch at my balls and they draw up close to my stomach.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Shit, keep suckin’ me like that.”

The seal she has around me gets tighter and I grab her head with both hands to thrust up into her hot mouth twice before I come down her throat. I collapse onto my back, spent from the best blowjob of my life. My head rings with the pleasure.

The ringing stops then starts again, and Mary’s voice breaks through the fog.

“Your phone.” She taps me on the chest with it, and I pull her down and kiss her.

My cell rings again, and I curse at the interruption. “Sorry. It’s probably work.” Glancing at the time before I answer, I realize a case must have popped up because it’s not even six thirty yet.

“It’s okay.” She smiles.

“That was amazing.”

She lowers her head and whispers, “Thank you.”

I press accept and pout like a girl internally when my boss tells me that I need to get downtown for a case. Fuck, I don’t want to leave her yet. In fact, I could stay here all day . . . every day with her.

“Dammit. I’ve gotta go.”

Mary climbs under the sheets while I get dressed and use the bathroom. I’ve still gotta run home to change and feed Kat, so I move as quickly as I can.

When I’m ready to go, I sit on the edge of the bed next to her and press my lips to her forehead. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. It kills me to leave you like this.” I trace her flushed cheeks and pointed nipples. “But I have to go. I’ll be back later tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Her voice is breathless and I pull the sheet down to rest my head between her breasts.

Her fit body is begging me to touch it, arching into me, hot with desire.

“Fuck,” I mutter, then pull her legs out so she’s on her back.

“What are you doing?” she gasps. When she tries to sit up, I place a hand on her stomach and push her back down.

“I can’t leave you like this. How wet are you from sucking my dick?” In one swoop, I discard her pants and underwear and run my fingers through her folds. “You’re soaked. Goddamn, that’s hot.”

I circle her opening with one finger before plunging it in. Her walls are already so fucking tight, but I add another finger and begin to fuck her hard and fast. She pants and moans, and I lean down to suck her clit into my mouth. A mewl escapes her lips, and her face displays how badly she needed this. Eyes squeezed shut, fists grabbing the sheets, chest heaving with every breath. “I love eatin’ your pussy, baby, could do it all fucking day.” I suck again, and her walls clamp down. But she’s still not there yet. “You taste so fuckin’ good. You’re like my own personal dessert bar.”

She arches into my hand, and I swirl my tongue on her throbbing nub a few more times, “Come for me, Mary. Come all over me.” With one final swirl of my tongue and a gentle nip on her clit, she tightens and screams my name.

I let her come down and kiss up her body until I reach her mouth. She kisses me back, but regrettably, I have to pull away.

“I’ll be back, okay?”

“Yeah,” she sighs.

I wash my hands quickly and give her a kiss as she lies completely lax. “Bye, babe.”

“Bye. Be careful.” Her hands frame my face, and she kisses my cheek. I absorb every ounce of what she’s giving me right now—her sweetness, her trust—because the road ahead of us is going to be bumpy. We’ve gotta have these moments to remember when things get tough.

“Brandon?” she asks as I’m about to close the door.

“Hmm?”

“You know I love you, right? I never stopped.”

My eyes slowly close, and I press my lips together. “I never stopped either. Never will.”

The drive home is relatively fast, and I’m in such a hurry, I run in and toss my keys on the kitchen counter. Kat rubs her body between my legs, and I scratch behind her ears a couple of times before going to my bathroom. A noise catches my attention, and instincts have me reaching for my gun, but I stop when Kelsey’s voice calls out from my couch.

“Kels? What the fuck?”

She stands up, looking tired with disheveled long brown hair. “Hey,” she says with a yawn.

“What are you doing?”

“I, uh. I came over to feed Kat.”

My radar is going off like crazy, and I cross my arms. “One, her food is in the kitchen. Two, I told you I didn’t need you to come over this morning.”

Her eyes dart all over, fingers twisting as she bites her lip. “I forgot. Sorry.”

“Kelsey,” I snap. “Why are you here?”

“She wasn’t in the kitchen when I got here so I went looking for her and sat down.”

I squint my eyes at her and tilt my head. She’s gained some confidence because she’s looking right at me with her hands now on her hips and an eyebrow raised like I’m inconveniencing her.

“Well, she’s in the kitchen now. If you wanna feed her on your way out that would be great. I’m running late.”

“You’ve gotta go back already?”

“What do you mean?”

“To work. You just got home and you’ve gotta leave already. Don’t they know you need some sleep?”

“Oh. No. I was at Mary’s last night. I’m just here to change quickly.”

Her eyes widen for a second, but she quickly looks down and skirts past me. “I’ll just feed the cat on my way out. Have a good day.”

“Thanks.”

I don’t even have time right now to figure out what in the hell is going on with Kelsey. But something is definitely not right, and I will get to the bottom of it.

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