Too much of her would push him to push her to go too fast.
She was like a drug and as the days, and especially the nights, wore on and she became more comfortable with him, being in his arms, having his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her and hers on him, she was making it very clear she was willing to explore. She was gaining experience, trying things out, becoming more confident and getting restless. She was also making that last obvious. She wanted more and how she communicated that was phenomenal. So phenomenal, he had to cool it off so he wouldn’t lose all control.
Before and during Misty, he had an active sex life with a variety of partners. He was not a player. He was straight up with the women in his life and many of the women in his life were just that, women in his life. Prior to Misty, he dated, he had relationships, he worked at them if he thought they held promise but none of them felt right.
Mostly, this had to do with the fact that the first time Faye caught his attention she did it in a big way he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t known, until seeing Faye, the kind of woman he was looking for but one look at that auburn hair, those crystal blue eyes, the curves she didn’t hide but also didn’t display, her skittish behavior, shy smile and the dreamy look on her face made a lasting impression he couldn’t shake.
But he wasn’t done enjoying variety and, at the time, she was very young, clearly inexperienced and would require time and care that he had every intention would lead to commitment so he held off on approaching Faye.
Too long it would turn out.
But hopefully not too late.
After Misty, the possible fruition of his relationships for obvious reasons was curtailed and although he had them, the women who took him to their bed knew there’d be an end. He enjoyed it, they enjoyed it but they both kept distant because both knew there was no future.
Before and during Misty, all of this had been regular.
Ironically, since Misty, he’d only had two women. One he’d dated and f**ked for a month and then ended it. He did this because she made it abundantly clear she was hoping for more and Chace was not in the headspace to give it to her. The underlying desperation he felt from her reminded him of his dead wife. It wasn’t calculating like Misty, it was just desperate and it didn’t settle so it eventually put him off. The other was a leftover from his time with Misty who opened her door and bed to him any time he made the call. It was sporadic. It was random. It wasn’t frequent. But it was regular.
The last time he made that call was three weeks before he saw Faye in Harker’s Wood.
That meant he’d not had a woman in six weeks.
This was a record.
This was also making the carefully controlled necking he’d been using to initiate Faye torture. Exquisite torture but torture nonetheless.
Their morning phone calls, something he f**king loved, was a form of exquisite torture too.
Luckily, when they were done, he was in bed, hard and could do something about it.
Which he always did.
Today would be the same.
Tonight, though, was the night.
Tonight after Faye finished work she was coming to his place for the first time and Chace was making her dinner.
She wasn’t leaving until Monday.
She didn’t know that and he was not about to freak her out and tell her to bring a toothbrush and an extra pair of panties.
Tomorrow morning, he’d leave her in his bed and go get them for her.
“Yes,” he answered her question.
He got silence then, “Pardon?”
“Got ‘im.”
More silence then, “Already?”
“Lenny Lemcock tries to stay on the wagon,” he started in answer. “He also frequently fails. When he fails, he needs to get so drunk he doesn’t remember anything for a month. This requires money. Money, since he doesn’t have a job and lives on Disability, he has to steal. Took one look at the house, knew it was Lenny seein’ as he leaves a mess as his signature. He also leaves prints. Didn’t even have to lift a print though to know it was him. He hangs in seven different establishments. I found him at the fourth, three sheets to the wind. He’s in the tank and unfortunately for Lenny, since this is about strike seven and although the guy is funny, can charm a snake and has proven that repeatedly by charming a variety of judges, the last time he appeared, he got the warning. No more second chances. He’s f**ked. He’ll dry out doin’ time and my callouts for burglaries will drop drastically.”
“Do you know everything about everyone in town?” she asked quietly, residual sleep and a hint of sweet wonder in her voice.
“Only the ones who do f**ked up shit.”