“Hurry. Turn left at the top of the stairs.”
I took the rest of the flight two at a time and turned left. “Where? Which door?”
“Very end of hall.”
My feet sounded like a herd of elephants as I trampled down to her room. Pushing the door open and then kicked the door closed behind us. Bounding to the bed, I dropped her in the center. She bounced on impact and smiled up at me, her foot outstretched and teasing along the leg of my jeans.
I fell forward covering her body with mine before I slid one hand up and under her tank top to cup her firm breast, relishing the way it filled my palm.
I flicked her nipple and felt the bud get harder under my touch.
“Your roommate, will she be home soon, will she hear us?”
“No,” Kobe said breathlessly. “She won’t be home for hours.”
“Hours?” I nibbled her lower lip.
“Hours.” She cupped my hard cock through my jeans and gave a slight squeeze.
“I guess we can take our time then.” I rose above her as my fingers skimmed her legs and then grabbed the hem of her shorts. “Take them off.”
I leaned back on my haunches and slowly tugged my black T-shirt off before dropping it to the ground. As the sunlight from her window played shadows across my half naked body, I ran my hands along her calves, enjoying the soft smooth texture of them, loving the way her body trembled as she shimmied out of her shorts. I toyed with the soft line of her panties and then dragged them down and off her as well.
“You know I used to think about this a lot.”
I looked at her, confused. “You thought about what?”
“You, naked, undressing me, fucking me, you name it. I used to get myself off while thinking about you.”
“Kobe, that’s so fucking hot.”
“You ever think about me?”
I lowered my mouth to her pussy and lapped between her folds.
“God, Easton. Yes.”
I hummed as I moved my mouth and latched onto her clit.
“Easton, fuck. God. Yes.”
I sucked harder as I unfasten my jeans and kicked them off. Once free of my confinement, I ran my hands up her thighs, slowly, feeling the tiny goose bumps rise along her pale skin.
“I got a condom, I picked some up,” I told her between long licks of her pussy.
“Why? I’m on the pill. We’ve already crossed the line.”
“God, Kobe, you’re going to kill me.”
“Oh, but what a way to go, right?” she teased.
I slid a finger inside her. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” Kobe panted. She arched beneath me and pulled her feet in to push her pussy up and closer to my mouth. “Did you hear me? I want you.”
I groaned as I sucked even harder.
“Easton, stop. I don’t want to come this way. I want you inside me.”
She was going to kill me, right here. After going so long without sex to having this gorgeous woman in front of me, I was going to have a heart attack.
Lifting my head, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand before crawling over her and lining my dick up to her warm opening.
“Have you dreamed about me?” Her eyes glistened, and I saw that she needed to know this.
“Kobe, I used to leave your house and feel so guilty because I wanted you so bad. I’ve imagined what your body would feel like for so many years. But I couldn’t do anything.”
“That’s all I needed to know.” Kobe leaned forward and wrapped one hand around my hard shaft and guided it into her.
Kobe
I paced back and forth across the brightly lit kitchen. I loved the way the sun streamed down through the kitchen window and sent rainbows across the white tile countertop and glinted off the high-end knife block on the counter.
Ridley had style, and I felt a little envious of her drive to make her place a home. When the time came for me to have my own place again, I’d definitely put more effort into it. I tapped my phone against my palm.
“Okay, Kobe, get your head out of the clouds,” I said to myself and thought of what I would say to Captain Getty.
I needed a wire, but I wasn’t sure how difficult it would be to convince him to give me one. Ideally, all I would need to do was say please, but I wasn’t sure if it was that easy. Deciding that calling was better than waiting around, I dialed his number.
I closed my eyes as I waited for the phone to ring. Getty was a little slow to answer.
“Everything all right?” I was shocked that he had answered that way, not realizing that he had my number.
“Captain,” I said, “this is Kobe Brogan.”
“I know. Is everything all right?”
“Yes.”
“What can I do for you today, Kobe?” he asked, I could hear the tension in his voice was almost palpable.
“I wanted to ask you for a wire.”
“A wire?” he echoed as I bit my lip. It was my nervous habit until the pain jump-started my brain and reminded me of the speech I rehearsed in my head all morning.
“Yes, I want a wire or a secret camera, something, anything. Last night, well, things went bad and I want to get out of this but I can’t until I get justice.” I felt guilty for letting my stress show now when I had been way more composed for Easton. I wondered if a part of me still questioned which side Easton was on.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
“No, you can’t do anything, you need proof, remember. I want a wire so that I can get proof you can use. I want to get justice for my brother and get on with my life.”
“Okay. You want a wire. You got it,” he said, and I sighed in relief. “Thank you, Captain. I’ve moved out of my old apartment
