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He put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer without much effort. He deepened the kiss and swirled his tongue along hers and tasted her. He tasted her groan and gripped her tighter to him.

He cock was hard and straining at his zipper. He wanted her, wanted her with a passion he didn’t think he had ever felt before. When her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer to her, he knew he was lost.

Spencer wanted to feel her beneath him, wanted to bury himself deep into her and lose himself in her. Gripping her other hip, he pushed his thigh between her legs and lifted her high on his body. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he pressed her back more against the wall; her body fit his perfectly.

“Christ, O’Malley, I want to be inside of you now.” He rocked against her hard over and over.

“Please, Grant. Hurry.”

Finding her panties beneath the open robe and hospital gown, he located the tiny string around her hips and pulled. The ripping noise was loud in the room.

Moving his hand down behind her, along the curve of her ass, he ran his finger along the seam of her until he found her wet heat. Her mouth ripped from his as she threw back her head in a deep moan. When her hands started pulling at the snap of his pants, he knew that he was not going to make it. If she touched him, he knew he would come.

Stilling her hand with his, Spencer lifted the gown around her waist and found her clit, hard and wet. He slid his fingers into her from behind with his other hand. Her sheath gripped him, liquid and hot. She pulled at his fingers even as he ran his other hand lower into her tight curls.

“Come for me, O’Malley. Come for me and say my name.” He found her clit again and pressed his thumb over it even as his other hand fucked her from behind. “Come, O’Malley.”

She stiffened and he covered her mouth with his to capture her release. She pressed hard against his hand as she came, riding him over and over. Even with his mouth over hers, he could hear her scream. Her face, beautiful when she looked at him, was amazing when she climaxed. He pulled back to look at her as she continued to pulse around his fingers and his body.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were hooded and dazed-looking. She was lax in his arms; her legs now hung loose at his waist. He grinned down at her.

“Hi, you’re beautiful, did you know that? I didn’t hear my name, O’Malley.

You promised you’d say it in the throes of passion.”

“There was a tongue in my throat. And you cheated. Maybe next time we can get there together. If there is a next time.”

“Oh, sweetheart, there will be a next time—lots of next times.” He pressed hard into her and her moan made him realize how badly he wanted to come inside this woman, needed to be there. She responded by tightening her legs around him again and she rocked up against him. His cock ached to be released.

“Grant, if you don’t have protection, this isn’t going to happen. At least not like we both want. Undo your pants. I want to hold you, feel you in my hand. I really need to taste you. Can I feel your cock in my mouth, Grant?” With her legs around him, he moved his hands to his pants and unsnapped them. Pulling down the zipper, his cock leapt out, a stream of pre-cum already dripping from the slit. Her hand wrapping around him made him jerk hard and more of his creamy liquid leaked from the tip.

“I’m so close, O’Malley. Too close for much more touching unless you want me to come all over you.”

“I don’t want you to come over me, but in me. I want to taste you, Grant. I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Christ.” She never let go of him as her legs slid down his legs. He was panting so hard that he was dizzy with it. He needed to either slow down or it was going to be difficult to explain how he had come to be half naked and unconscious on her floor. But within seconds, it didn’t matter. Within seconds, he couldn’t think of anything. As soon as her mouth closed over him, he couldn’t have told anyone his name even if his life depended on it.

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His cock was long and thick. Tasting his juices, she moaned deep in her throat, sending a vibration along his cock and making him moan again. He tasted so good; she knew that she was going to make him come even if she had work at it all night. But she didn’t think she would need to.

Running her tongue along the heavy vein along his shaft, she followed it from the tip to the heavy sac at his groin, nipping gently as she went. She took one ball into her mouth and rolled it with her tongue then gave the other the same massage. When she made her way back up, she slid her hand up his thigh and gently fondled his balls, feeling them tighten and pull against his body.

Wrapping her mouth over the purple, bulbous head, she moved her other hand up and down his shaft, using her saliva to make the ride smooth. His fingers wrapped around her head. He started to gently pump into her mouth.

“Baby. I’m going to...Christ, Caitlynne, I’m coming.” His first hot jet of cum hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly and nearly fainted from the taste of him. He was hot, lava hot, and spicy.

As more filled her mouth and throat, she started swallowing his offering as he pumped harder and faster into her. Reaching between her legs, she circled her wet slit and started fingering her clit as his body continued to fill her. When she felt her body responding to her fingers, she threw back her head and came hard even as his cock sprayed his last bit of cum over her face and mouth.

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” She tried to be quiet; she had even thought that biting her lip would help. But it didn’t; she loved coming with him.

He collapsed against the wall and panted above her. Her own breathing was not steady and she didn’t think she could stand yet. Looking up at him from her position, she could see that his eyes were closed and there was a smile on his mouth.

“Are you all right?” she asked him. Cait was grinning too, and couldn’t seem to stop looking up at him. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

“No. No, I don’t believe I will ever be all right again. Are you all right?

Christ, O’Malley, you are in the hospital and here I am fucking you against the wall like some randy kid.”

He helped her up and lifted her gown to clean her face. When he was finished, he kissed her again. She felt her body begin to respond to him, his closeness, and his touch. When he picked her up and placed her gently on the bed without breaking the kiss, she knew she was in trouble. This couldn’t happen. It wasn’t safe, not safe for any of them.

“Grant, you know that we can’t...that I’m going back to Chicago in a few days. You know that right?”

“Yeah, but until then I can try and persuade you to stay. Don’t argue with me please. This was amazing and you’re amazing. Just think about it, all right?”

“It was just sex. Great sex, but only sex. I can’t stay here. I have a place, a job.

I have to go back.” She watched as his face hardened, seemed to freeze, as did her heart for saying this to him. But it was necessary; she couldn’t hurt him.

Couldn’t put him into a position where he would be hurt like her family had been.

“Just sex, huh? I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me, O’Malley. I guess that’s why you won’t say my first name, not ever during just sex. Too personal for you, right? I’m glad to find out now, I guess, on just how you feel.

I’m sorry for you. I’m going home and, don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you again.” Without a backward glance or another word, he left even as he was tucking his shirt in.

She knew that she had hurt him. Hell, she hurt herself, but he was better off with it ending like this, much better than when he figured out that she was more horrible than he thought she was right now.

~CHAPTER 6~

“I see no reason why you shouldn’t be able to go home in the morning, young lady. Keeping you here would be a waste of the good tax payers’ money. I don’t approve of all this extra detail with the police hanging about my halls when they could be doing something much more productive, like taking care of the blacks in this area.”

“Yes, sir.” Cait seethed. She didn’t like this man and could not understand why someone hadn’t shot him yet. He was a bigoted ass and his racial slurs where enough to make anyone want to hurt him.

Doctor Patterson had been in earlier, but as she was out in one of the visitors’

lounges, Cait had not seen him. He had come by again this evening because he had been downstairs looking at some “nappy girl,” and he thought he might try her again.

“Try to stay out of the line of fire when you go back to your job. I don’t know why they let women out in the line of duty anyway. You people need to be put behind a desk, or better yet, stay at home where you belong.” Devin Grant walked in her room just as the good doctor finished his advice.

Cait had had enough. She didn’t know if it was because another ass of a man had walked in, or if she was just generally pissed off at all men, but she snapped.

“Doctor, if you don’t leave my room this very second and take your bigoted, prejudice, small minded fucking ass out of here, I will not be responsible for what I do to you. You have done everything but put on a white robe and cape since you’ve been in here spouting your asinine opinions. I’m sick of it and do not have to listen to it for one more second. You are, by and far, the most...get the fuck out, now!” She knew that she look murderous; frankly, she didn’t care.

“Why, young lady, no one speaks to me…”

“Get out!” She grabbed the pillow behind her and would have thrown it at him, but a sharp look at Devin and him shaking his head had her tossing it to the floor instead. She was boiling mad, something she hadn’t been since she was a child.

The doctor left and Cait got up without a word and stormed to the bathroom. She hoped that her room would be empty when she came out. No such luck.

“Got any more threats for me today, Mr. Grant? If not, then you can get the hell out too. I’ve had enough of people today, thank you very much.”

“I talked to Spence,” he told her calmly. She didn’t like the smile on his face; it looked too knowing to her. And she was positive that she didn’t want to have this conversation with him either.

“Good for you. If that’s all, then I want you to leave me alone. If you want help on your suicide, then tough. I’m going home tomorrow and I really want to rest up for the journey.”

“You’re going to be served in the morning. I just thought you’d like to know.

I need you to stick around until the pre-trial of the teacher. I’d also like to use you as an expert witness in the murder of William, not suicide.”

“No and hell no. I can’t do a flipping thing about the pre-trial; that’s a done deal. As for the other, fuck off.”

He set his briefcase on the little table and opened it. He was taking his time for whatever he was looking for. And whatever it was, she knew that she was not going to give in.

“This is from my niece. She isn’t allowed to come up and see you because she’s only six. The others are from the other children in her class. We all know, their families, if it hadn’t been for you, that it could have been a lot different of an outcome. Thank you.”

She took the stack of cards. There were nine of them, brightly colored and covered in glitter and hunks of dried glue. The handwriting was uneven and her name had been spelt “cat.” One child had even drawn a kitten on his for her.

Ribbons and dollies decorated the inside of them, words of thanks and good wishes.

“You play dirty. I really hate you right now. I hope you know that. Why can’t a man just be...go away, Mr. Grant.”She wanted to toss the cards in the trash, but found that she couldn’t.

“Good. That was my plan all along, for you to hate me. And if we’re going to be working together, then I’d like for you to call me Devin.” She looked up at him and saw Spencer in this man’s smile. Her heart clenched again. She looked down at the cards as she spoke to him. Maybe if...

“Mr. Grant, I’m not...I don’t have it in me to be anything to your brother.

You see, I’d always been a geeky kid, so when the opportunity came up for me to test out of school, I took it. The summer I turned eleven, I graduated from high school, and my father wasn’t there. He was my world, you see. Then one day, he was gone. He had been a beat cop. Working the streets, he’d told me, was in his blood. When I was nine years old, my father was shot in the line of duty. It wasn’t anything stupendous, or even all that noteworthy, at least to most. He had been killed by a kid who was handing him the gun his father had just killed his mother with. Dad had reached for it just as the little boy pulled the trigger and it got him in the heart.”

“Oh, Caitlynne, I’m so sorry.”

“My mother had never liked him being a cop, especially in a city as big as Chicago. She had told him that if he ever was killed, she wouldn’t go to his funeral and would leave me to the world. She did too. The day after the men came to the house to tell us what had happened, she went into their room, filled the bath tub, climbed in, and slit her wrists. I found her. I knew then that I could never fall in love. Never marry, and never leave others behind as my parents had done to me. I can’t hurt him, Mr. Grant. And I will. I love what I do, and I’m damned good at it. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t tell him this, did you? You know my brother isn’t as weak as your mother, nor is he stupid. He would understand what this means to you and support you. You need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“Are you threatening me? It doesn’t matter. I know he’s not weak, and I’m well aware of the fact that he isn’t stupid. But what happens when I’m killed?

Because we both know it’s a good possibility. How could I do that do him?” He pulled out a file and handed it to her. He picked up his briefcase and walked toward the door. “You’ll never know, will you, if you don’t tell him? The pre-trial is the day after tomorrow. I’ll need you in the courthouse at seven o’clock. If you have any questions, call me. My number’s in the file there.

Goodnight, detective.”

The nurse came in about twenty minutes after Devin left and gave her the paperwork she would need to leave. The nurse told her that the doctor told her if she could get a ride tonight, then he would appreciate it if Cait left his hospital, the sooner the better. She called her uncle Paddy.