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Unit 21 en route,” I said.

I was proud of myself for not sounding breathless.

My balls were drawn up, and I could feel the edges of my orgasm flirting at the periphery.

“Touch your clit. I need you to hurry.”

She must not have heard, or if she did, she ignored me, continuing her slow erotic pace.

I couldn’t have that.

I really did need to go.

Which was why seconds later I flipped her over onto her back and started to fuck her harder, my hand going to her inner thigh where I stretched a finger out and slowly flicked her clit.

She gasped, her entire body jolting with the touch.

I grinned down at her.

“What’s a 10-59?” She gasped, her legs up by her ears as I took her hard and fast.

I didn’t want to say.

If I said, it might very well turn her off, and God, her pussy was clenching on my cock so deliciously that I never wanted to stop.

I didn’t answer and instead lifted my hips slightly and took her from a different angle.

She came then, hard and fast, pulling me right along with her.

It was only a few seconds later that I reluctantly pulled out and yanked her nightgown down so she didn’t make a mess all over her couch.

I leaned forward, pressed a kiss to her satiated lips, and stood.

Tucking myself still wet with both of us back into my underwear, then further into my uniform, I watched her.

“What’s a 10-59?” she asked again, not bothering to even raise her head.

I grimaced. “A murder suicide.”

When I left thirty seconds later, I knew that she watched me go the entire time.

And even though she was in the doorway as I got into my car, I refused to allow myself to look at her.

This was a really bad idea.

I shouldn’t have done it.

Yet, I couldn’t make myself regret it.

***

Delanie

As I watched him go, I knew that it would be our last time together.

There was something about the way that he refused to make eye contact with me that made me realize that we’d overstepped the imaginary line that he’d drawn in the sand. And to get me back where I belonged, he had to use his self-control to make sure we didn’t overstep again. Because it was more than obvious, when it came to Bourne Pena, that Delanie Davidsdottir didn’t have any.

Chapter 4

I look normal, but believe me, I talk to dogs.

-Delanie’s secret thoughts

Delanie

Two months later

My heartbeat stuttered as I rounded the corner of my kitchen and saw two people there fastened in a lip lock.

“Uhh.” I paused, unsure what to do.

I needed some water.

Like, stat.

I’d dry swallowed two pills—I’d been having headaches galore for the majority of my life, and I could feel the one that was pounding behind my temples was gearing up to be a bad one—and they were currently stuck in the back of my throat.

I had to get some water.

There was no other choice.

Especially since the longer they stayed there, the more I wanted to gag.

Ignoring the amorous couple, I walked to the cabinet beside them, pulled down one of Asa’s color changing cups, and walked to the fridge that was making a very suspicious groaning and vibrating sound.

Likely, the fridge would go out while I was gone, and we wouldn’t notice because Dillan had been spending her days at Booth’s place.

I filled the cup up halfway, then swallowed.

The pills stayed put.

I tried again and was relieved when they went down smoothly.

When I sighed and turned to leave the room, it was to find both of them staring silently at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You need to go to Austin.”

I blinked.

“Um, what?” I asked.

“You need to go to Austin,” she repeated. “This is a great opportunity for you.”

I wasn’t quite sure how the next few minutes happened, but every single argument I made they had a solution for.

Before I could so much as understand what, exactly, had gone on, I was now scheduled to ride with Bourne all the way there.

An hour later, I was set on canceling, when I got a single text message.

The number was Bourne’s.

After he’d left that last time and didn’t come back, I’d deleted his number from my phone in a fit of annoyance.

Not that it really mattered. He had the easiest number in the world, and I knew it by heart. I could sing it in my sleep.

With it being one digit off from a very infamous number that most people born and raised in the 80s could sing by heart.

867-5301: I’ll be there