scolded him. “What if that cop found us?”
“But he didn't.” Brett grinned. “Tell me the truth – that was the most exciting sex you've ever had, hmm?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “It was.”
But what happened now? Was this only for one night, or did he want more?
Because I definitely wanted more.
That was the lovemaking I'd dreamed of for so long, but had been too afraid to ask for. It just felt so natural with him, so right.
We dressed and drove back to the gas station where I'd left my car. The lot was empty now, no bikers or cops to be found.
“I, uh, had a good time,” he said as I got in. “Wasn't how I expected this night to go, but I'm not complaining.”
“You'd better lay off the racing for a while. They'll be on high alert after this.”
“Yes, officer.” He winked. “Guess I'll see you the next time our arsonist friend shows up.”
My heart sank. He didn't ask for my number. Didn't say we should do this again. To him, this really was a one-time thing.
And that hurt.
“I guess. Victor's told me to drop the investigation. To wait and see what the guy does.”
“What else can you do? It's not like you got any leads on him. All we know is he's crazy and he's got something against sinners, whatever that means.”
He kissed my cheek, told me good night, and rode off on his bike, leaving me alone.
It felt so wrong. After what we'd just done, after such an intense, emotional experience, he'd just drive off like it didn't happen?
“But what did you expect, Mad?” I laughed at myself. “It was only supposed to be one night. Get over it.”
So I tried, but I already knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Chapter 9 - Brett
Sex had never been a real big deal to me. I wanted it; I went out and got it. In and out, take what I needed, move on.
But with Madison, it wasn't that simple.
Normally, I lost interest after I'd made the score. One night was enough for me.
Not this time. It'd been three days since that encounter with her in the woods, and I couldn't get her off my mind no matter how I tried.
A plush basketball flew over my desk and knocked me in the head. Jayce snickered from his spot across the room.
“You're totally out of it. What's gotten into you?”
I laughed and shook my head. “If only I knew.”
The station was bustling with activity, though there hadn't been a call for us today yet. That gave me plenty of time to ruminate on my feelings.
What had come over me? I usually wasn't so aggressive, so... violent, almost, with a woman. But her body language said she wanted it, and when I gave in, oh boy.
It felt good to spank her, to be rough with her. When she told me she liked it when I slapped her ass, I just lost it.
I had to have her again. The thought of sleeping with some other girl held no appeal anymore.
“Hey, Jayce,” I called to him. “You know that cop who showed up at the club? Madison?”
He grinned. “You screwed her, didn't you?”
“How the hell did you know?”
“You obviously had a thing for her; any idiot could see that. And everyone knows how you are – when you see a girl you want, you don't rest until you've nabbed her.”
“Guess you know me too well.”
“So why the weird look on your face?”
I kicked back in my chair and replayed the scene in my head for the hundredth time. “Sex with her wasn't like it is with those girls from the club. It was different. Special. That sounds stupid, but...”
“Oh.” His eyes widened. “I get it. You actually like this woman.”
I couldn't deny it. She was more than just a pretty face, more than a warm body to keep me company for the evening.
She was tough. Self-assured. Confident. Didn't put up with my bullshit. Didn't care about impressing me.
Unlike most of the women I'd banged, I respected her.
“This is how it starts, you know,” Jayce continued. “Exactly what happened to me with Elle.”
Cold fear ran through my veins. “What are you talking about?”
He gazed at the
“But he didn't.” Brett grinned. “Tell me the truth – that was the most exciting sex you've ever had, hmm?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “It was.”
But what happened now? Was this only for one night, or did he want more?
Because I definitely wanted more.
That was the lovemaking I'd dreamed of for so long, but had been too afraid to ask for. It just felt so natural with him, so right.
We dressed and drove back to the gas station where I'd left my car. The lot was empty now, no bikers or cops to be found.
“I, uh, had a good time,” he said as I got in. “Wasn't how I expected this night to go, but I'm not complaining.”
“You'd better lay off the racing for a while. They'll be on high alert after this.”
“Yes, officer.” He winked. “Guess I'll see you the next time our arsonist friend shows up.”
My heart sank. He didn't ask for my number. Didn't say we should do this again. To him, this really was a one-time thing.
And that hurt.
“I guess. Victor's told me to drop the investigation. To wait and see what the guy does.”
“What else can you do? It's not like you got any leads on him. All we know is he's crazy and he's got something against sinners, whatever that means.”
He kissed my cheek, told me good night, and rode off on his bike, leaving me alone.
It felt so wrong. After what we'd just done, after such an intense, emotional experience, he'd just drive off like it didn't happen?
“But what did you expect, Mad?” I laughed at myself. “It was only supposed to be one night. Get over it.”
So I tried, but I already knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Chapter 9 - Brett
Sex had never been a real big deal to me. I wanted it; I went out and got it. In and out, take what I needed, move on.
But with Madison, it wasn't that simple.
Normally, I lost interest after I'd made the score. One night was enough for me.
Not this time. It'd been three days since that encounter with her in the woods, and I couldn't get her off my mind no matter how I tried.
A plush basketball flew over my desk and knocked me in the head. Jayce snickered from his spot across the room.
“You're totally out of it. What's gotten into you?”
I laughed and shook my head. “If only I knew.”
The station was bustling with activity, though there hadn't been a call for us today yet. That gave me plenty of time to ruminate on my feelings.
What had come over me? I usually wasn't so aggressive, so... violent, almost, with a woman. But her body language said she wanted it, and when I gave in, oh boy.
It felt good to spank her, to be rough with her. When she told me she liked it when I slapped her ass, I just lost it.
I had to have her again. The thought of sleeping with some other girl held no appeal anymore.
“Hey, Jayce,” I called to him. “You know that cop who showed up at the club? Madison?”
He grinned. “You screwed her, didn't you?”
“How the hell did you know?”
“You obviously had a thing for her; any idiot could see that. And everyone knows how you are – when you see a girl you want, you don't rest until you've nabbed her.”
“Guess you know me too well.”
“So why the weird look on your face?”
I kicked back in my chair and replayed the scene in my head for the hundredth time. “Sex with her wasn't like it is with those girls from the club. It was different. Special. That sounds stupid, but...”
“Oh.” His eyes widened. “I get it. You actually like this woman.”
I couldn't deny it. She was more than just a pretty face, more than a warm body to keep me company for the evening.
She was tough. Self-assured. Confident. Didn't put up with my bullshit. Didn't care about impressing me.
Unlike most of the women I'd banged, I respected her.
“This is how it starts, you know,” Jayce continued. “Exactly what happened to me with Elle.”
Cold fear ran through my veins. “What are you talking about?”
He gazed at the
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