Sweet Jayne (9 page)

As much as I’d hated how rude he was with me, I liked the flash of anger in his eyes upon seeing what Logan had done to my wrist. It was as if he wanted to be the one to own me and hated the very fact that another man did instead. Despite his actions, I knew it was something I could work with. I’ve certainly worked with much worse.

“Oh!” I cry out when he pushes the cold metal into my pussy. “¡Jesucristo!” I don’t try to stop Logan’s torturous assault on me. This is his show and at least presently, he’s not hurting me. I can suffer through being fucked with a pen. When his other hand slips from my ass and curls around me to touch my throbbing clit, I let out a small moan.

“I think you like making him pay, you dirty little girl. Are you going to come all over his pen? Imagine how pissed he’ll be when he goes to write with it and finds it sticky with your cum. Do you think he’ll be angry? Or do you think he’ll suck on it?”

My nerve endings flare to life as Logan taunts me. The need to climax is overwhelming and I squirm against his touch. I close my eyes and let the sensations overtake me. A jolt of pleasure crackles through me and I shudder with a heavenly orgasm. It’s been a long time since Logan’s let me get off properly.

He continues to slowly fuck me with the pen until I’m a useless heap of muscle sprawled out on the desk. With a pop, he slips out the pen and carefully places it back in the holder. I let out a mewl as he rams his cock into my pussy. The pleasure is intense and I almost think I could get off from him fucking me this way but I know better than to delude myself.

Logan’s only warming himself up.

I force myself to relax just as he slides his now lubed up dick from me. Without any warning, he pushes into my asshole with little resistance on my part. I was ready and waiting. We’ve danced to this same song too many times to count and as long as his dick is wet, I can take it.

Normally when he fucks my ass, I just drift off to my happy place. I dream of irises with shards of sliver and flecks of blue. I get lost in lingering scents of love and my whole reason in this life. Because usually, when he takes my ass, it’s all for him. He doesn’t need me to participate.

But today?

Today, Logan is a new breed.

He’s a man I don’t understand, certainly not the man I’ve learned to observe for the past three years. I need to know why, this time, he’s playing with my clit as he fucks me. I need to understand how, this time, he’s making sure I enjoy it too.

Is it his way of marking me in Kasper’s office? Is he somehow jealous of him? Or is he softening toward me?

The third question has my heart stopping altogether. If he’s softening, then it’s working. Everything I do has a purpose and I refuse to give up. I need to make him fall in love with me. Because that unlocks my entire world.

All I need are six little numbers.

And fifteen minutes.

I close my eyes only to be launched into a memory that happily steals me from the present.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” a deep voice growls from the kitchen.

I let out a squeak of surprise and walk into the dark room. In the shadows, he stares at me with his hip leaned against the countertop.

“I didn’t realize I had a curfew,” I huff out in defense. “I thought we were friends, Donovan. Not to mention the fact that I’m eighteen.”

He lets out a breath of air and scrubs his face with his palms. “Of course we’re friends. I was just worried. You texted me and said you’d be here fifteen minutes ago. After what happened with Kasey, I tend to panic.”

Warmth floods through me. I toss my purse onto the countertop and make my way over to him. Once I’m near, I wrap my arms around his waist to hug him. A year ago, I would have laughed at the idea of willingly being this comfortable around Donovan. But things change. People change. “I’m sorry.”

His palms circle my back and he chuckles. “I overreacted. I’m sorry too.”

Smiling, I look up at him. The moonlight shines in from the window and lights up part of his face. He’s a good-looking man, no doubt about it. My mom is lucky to have him.

“Now that we got that out of the way,” I say, but don’t make any moves to break free from our embrace, “I think I found a clue.”

He cocks an eyebrow up in question. “What’s that?”

I bite down on my bottom lip before speaking. “I spoke with Kasey’s stepfather Dale.”

At the mention of Dale, his brows furl together angrily. His entire body tenses. When I go to step back, his fingers grip the back of my shirt to keep me in place, sending a thrill humming down my spine.

“You spoke to that prick without me?” he hisses. “I don’t trust him around anyone I love.”

My heart pounds at the mention of his love for me and I instinctively place my palms on the front of his chest to calm him. He tears his gaze from mine to briefly stare up at the ceiling. I’m not sure why he’s acting so strangely.

“You’re not hearing me,” I huff in exasperation.

He’s quiet for a long moment as his gaze lingers on my lips. “I always hear you, baby. Even when I don’t know what the hell you’re saying.”

When he smiles, I let out a rush of air and try to still my thundering heart.“It was fine. Karla was there so I wasn’t alone with him. I just wanted to ask them a few questions about where they were that morning. The police already questioned them but I needed to know…for myself. Do you understand? I feel responsible for what happened to Kasey. If only I…”

His fingers trace along my throat from just below my ear to my exposed collar bone sending currents of unusual pleasure surging through me. I’m momentarily dazed. I have no idea what I was even talking about. All I can think about is the way Donovan’s touch is so soft and possessive. When our eyes meet, neither of us speaks. His shimmering icy irises drop to my lips and he licks his own. A heat—so foreign and overwhelming—seems to blaze its way through me. “You’re not responsible, baby.”

For one brief moment, I’d say he wants to kiss me.

Before I can give much thought to it, I hear footsteps thumping down the stairs. I tear myself from his grip and stumble back a few steps. A second later, light blinds me.

“What are you two up to in the dark? You weren’t going to wake me if you turned on some lights,” Mamá chides as she enters the kitchen.

She places a quick kiss on my cheek and then takes a bottle of water from the refrigerator. My eyes find Donovan to gauge his reaction. His jaw is clenched and I swear he looks as though he’s in pain as he now grips the countertop, avoiding my mother’s stare.

“I was just talking to Donovan about a lead I’d followed up on,” I explain, a slight quiver of embarrassment in my voice. “But it doesn’t matter. It ended up being a waste of my time.”

She chuckles. “You two and your detective games. You definitely have
that
in common.”

Donovan snaps his head toward her and glares. The room chills several degrees from the look on his face. She simply shrugs her shoulders and leaves without a word to her husband. As soon as she’s gone, he turns his attention toward me. When I shiver under his intense expression, he seems to snap out of his daze. He runs his fingers through his hair and stalks off muttering an “I’m sorry” on his way out.

My stomach churns at his abrupt dismissal. I want to chase after him and ask him what’s wrong. But something tells me I need to drop it for the night. Not to mention, I have a mountain of homework to catch up on.

Flipping off the light, I make my way through the dark house toward my bedroom. I pass by the guest room on the way. A sliver of light filters into the hallway. It makes my heart ache that they don’t sleep in the same bedroom. I don’t understand it and am too afraid of what the answer would be if I ask why.

I should keep going toward my bedroom but curiosity has me taking a few steps back. Peeking in, I glance around the small space. Donovan stands with his back to the door as he sheds his shirt. His back muscles flex with each movement, and this time, heat floods through me straight between my legs. When I hear the jingle of his belt as he unfastens his pants, I part my lips open to let out a sigh. Soon his pants are on the floor and his sculpted ass, in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, is what I’m staring at. He then steps out of the slacks and strides toward the bathroom.

A part of me wishes he would have just taken off his boxers too while in the room. I wanted to see his bare backside.

What kind of perverted girl does that make me?

I swallow down the embarrassment of where my thoughts were headed and scurry back to my room. Back to where I can touch myself in the darkness. Where I’m safe to fantasize about whatever the hell I want.

My memory fades and it takes a moment to realize where I’m at. Logan pinches my sensitive clit causing me to immediately shudder beneath him. Another orgasm slices through me, this time causing the muscles in my rectum to ripple with pleasure. Blinding white ecstasy sears through me and I moan a little too loudly in the small office. Logan’s cock seems to double in size and he grunts as he explodes with his release inside of me.

His cock softens and he pulls it slowly from me. My legs are weak and I feel oddly satiated.

“Come on, tick tock,” he says as he pulls his pants back up. “We need to get you home.”

The shocking reminder of the time startles me into action and I quickly pull my panties up, ignoring the way his cum from my ass soaks them, so I can make the walk of shame through the precinct.

“I’m going to eat my supper in the basement. Care to join me?” he questions as he fills a tray with the food I cooked. His eyes are almost sad which alarms me.

Bile rises in my throat but I swallow it down and force a smile. “No, I’d prefer to stay up here. Maybe clean up a little.”

He chuckles and raises a brow that makes his features seem more handsome. Boyish even. I try not to cringe. “Are you afraid I might accidentally leave you down there?” he asks feigning an innocence we both know he has long since possessed. He abandons his tray and saunters over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Is my baby doll getting comfortable with playing wifey already?”

I stand on my toes and kiss his full lips. “Maybe,” I tell him, injecting a hint of playfulness into my voice.

His hands slide into my hair and he groans as he kisses me deeply. If I can get him to fuck me really quick, he’ll be too tired to think of much else tonight. The rest of the night will go smoothly as a result.

Earlier, when we’d come home, he’d taken a quick shower before heading back to work. I took my time and scrubbed his scent from my body. The entire time, under the hot rain, I contemplated what my next move would be. Am I brave enough to sneak out of bed and try to get to his phone in the middle of the night? Could I manage to sweet talk the information out of him? Perhaps even get him wasted somehow, and drive the things I need to know right out of his stubborn head?

Of course no answers came to me while in the shower.

When it comes to Logan, he’s the ruler of my world. I have to bow at his feet until my time to overthrow the dictator comes along. I’ve been patient. Have craved that moment for three long years. One day soon, my prison sentence will be over.

“Today, in your lieutenant’s office,” I say forcing a breathy sigh against his lips, “was so hot. I’ve been horny for you ever since.”

He pulls away and his brows pinch together. “Really?” He rears his head back from mine marginally, studying me. I maintain my façade of poised interest. “Why didn’t you call? You didn’t look that horny while you swept the entire house and then spent hours cleaning the baseboards after I went back to work. You know I watch your every move.”

I suck in a sharp breath of air.
Yes, I knew he was watching
. There are cameras all over his house. In my bedroom and in the adjacent bathroom, his bedroom, and one in the living room that also captures the dining room. He doesn’t need to have a camera in the kitchen because he knows I love being in there. I’ve never once done anything to make him think I’d ever dream of running or of trying to hurt him. Dutifully, I clean and cook for him. Every day. And when he comes home, I let him fuck me however and whenever. The only time I ever step foot out of the house is when it’s under his specific instruction. I absolutely hate leaving the house, but at least twice a week, he sends me on an errand to fetch something or other.