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The concussion must have drained the last bit of my self restraint, because I turn feral.
I fall back against my mattress with a thud and wrap myself in my bed sheets, gently thrusting against the air, desperate for friction.
My nipples pebble with need, and I rub River’s jacket down my chest, the roughness of the leather against my sensitive skin making me hiss.
His scent swirls around me, and before I can second guess it, I’m shoving the sleeve of his jacket in my mouth like an animal and sucking on the leather.
Somewhere, rational Skylar dies of shame.
But she’s a mere memory now, and as the taste of River’s scent floods my mouth, I imagine it’s his cock.
I groan at the thought, and my free hand that’s not caressing the jacket travels under the covers and under the waistband of my cotton pants. My cunt is soaked, and it takes less than a few rough circles on my clit before I’m clenching my teeth down on the sleeve of River’s jacket and screaming.
I haven’t had an orgasm in months, and this one makes my hips arch and my entire body tremble.
It’s incredible. I feel myself squirting, soaking my pants and making a mess on my bed.
Thankfully, the mattress topper is made of a special material that’s extra absorbent for slick, and is much easier to clean than a normal mattress.
The pleasure lasts for at least half a minute, and by the time I’m done, River’s jacket sleeve is soaked in my spit and bite marks are embedded in the rich leather.
Catching my breath, I realize what I’ve done. Post orgasm clarity hits me, dulling some of the ache in my head, and horror consumes me.
I have to give River’s jacket back. He can never know what just occurred.
But I need to rest. I’m still catching my breath, and my limbs are heavy.
Just five minutes of rest. I’ll set an alarm, I think to myself.
I close my eyes before I can grab my phone, though.
Exhausted, I drift off to sleep before I have the chance to clean up or return the detective’s jacket.
13
LANDON
I don’t get jealous.
And I certainly don’t get insecure.
But when I read Skylar’s text and I realize River is staying at her place, I want to tear my hair out.
I thought he would drop her off and spend the night in a hotel.
It’s stupid, really. I should be glad he’s there—Skylar has someone with her, and he’s needed some type of distraction from this case. Even if he can’t stand me, I still need a partner that can mentally show up for work.
Which is why I had him drive Skylar home. And I’ll have a chance to see her, too, when I pick him up. I can say goodbye to her, and tell her it was nice to meet her, and thank her for the cookies.
With River away, it gives me time to organize our notes and have some peace and quiet in our building.
The insufferable detective barely sleeps. He prefers to spend his nights in the office, and occasionally I’ll catch him slumped over on his desk, exhaustion finally winning.
Tonight, I’m alone, and I sip on a cup of coffee as I compare notes.
But I’m distracted, and I do something I would chastise anyone else for—I utilize our resources for personal use.
I look up Skylar.
