wriggle free of my grip and push me off of her.
“I can’t focus on my cunt, Dane,” she says, climbing off the sofa. “Your phone is too distracting.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you the chief of police? This could be a town emergency.”
I get up with a sigh and go to the kitchen to wash my hands off. I don’t think she’s in the mood to watch me lick my fingers clean—more’s the pity. “Ren’s on duty.”
“Someone wants you.”
You, I think. You’re supposed to want me. And she does, but she’s still trying to convince herself that I’m a bad bet. I wipe my hands dry and take the phone. Through the cracked screen I can see that it is dispatch. I give Rose at the station a call.
“Ren’s checking out a disturbance at Easters and we got a report from Tina Schulz that someone’s lurking in her backyard and she—and I quote—‘won’t be able to sleep a wink until Dane gets here and checks out my gardens.’ I think she’s saying she wants you to—“
“Yeah, I got it,” I cut in before Rose can tell me more explicitly exactly what she thinks Tina wants me to do.
“Don’t forget that your motto is protect and serve,” she cackles, a little too gleefully.
I tuck my phone into my pocket. “You got a jacket somewhere?” I ask. There’s a front hall closet near the door. I head over to check it out.
“Why?”
“I need to check something out and Ren’s busy.” I rummage through it and pull out a zip-up sweatshirt. It’s not exactly the best covering for tonight, but it’s better than the floral coat and thick puffy winter one. I’ll have to stop by the hardware store tomorrow and pick up a barn coat. If she’s going out with me, she’ll need something thicker.
“Okay, but what does that have to do with me?”
“You’re coming with.” I shake the hoodie. “Come over and put this on so we can get this errand over with.” The sooner we are done with Tina Schulz, the sooner I’m going to have my hand down Khloe’s pants. Or, better yet, my mouth.
“I’m not going with you.” She pushes her hair out of her face. “I’m going to bed. I’m tired and I have a full day of recording tomorrow.”
“Your new mic’s not here yet and I need you.”
“For what?”
“Protection.”
12
Khloe
What am I doing? I peek over at Dane. I think his hands have special powers or something. Why else would I be back in his car going on a work call with him? I’m not even sure this is legal. I also have a feeling that he makes the rules around here, so it doesn't matter if it is legal or not. I mean, he’s been breaking the rules since the first moment I met him.
“You cold or you pouting?” he asks, turning up the heat. I’m not cold but I’m not pouting either. I drop my folded arms. I’m confused about what the heck is going on between us. This man keeps pushing himself into my life. I’m beginning to like it way more than I’m willing to admit. It’s endearing in a sweet, annoying way.
“I’m not pouting.” I suck my bottom lip in just to make sure. He only smirks, knowing I’m full of shit. I look out the window so I don’t accidently stare at his handsome face. Why is he so hard for me to resist?
As much as I’m thankful for him getting the phone call, I have to admit that I’m mad too. I wanted my orgasm, but the ring of the phone had brought me right back down to reality. Dane was still in my house because he’d refused to leave. Not that I’d pushed real hard for him to leave.
Then when I woke up he seduced me so I’d forget that fact. It had worked. Him and his magical fingers. Fingers that were inside me ten minutes ago. I clench my thighs together, trying to push away the memory of how his deep voice had told me he was eventually going to take me long and hard.
“This shouldn't take too long.” He turns down another road. I have no clue where we are. Not sure how that’s possible being this is a small town. I guess small really only means the size of the population. In reality Smithville is pretty freaking big. It is going to take me some time to really get to know my