Page 265 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“I want you to wait for my word, Shelby.”

“B-but,” I stammered as I remembered his earlier promise.

“A few more minutes. You can do this for me.”

Those minutes seemed like an eternity as he began to fuck me with the same ruthless abandon that he had my mouth. When he slipped his hand between us and began to roll my clit between his fingers, my entire body tensed.

“Now, Shelby. Come for me.”

“Easton,” I cried as my orgasm exploded causing small microbursts to detonate in my vision. He was still so hard as he fucked me through that orgasm, and into another. By then, it seemed as if I had come too much. Always willing to prove me wrong, he never slowed or stopped until I succumbed to a third climax. As soon as I did, he slammed into me a final time and found one of his own.

After, we stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was not as hard as before, but it was still impressive nonetheless. Easton finally pulled out and the next few minutes went by in a blur. He treated my welts and by the time he helped me into my dress, I had decided to go sans panties. He wasn’t upset, especially seeing as he wanted to keep that particular pair for his collection.

“They are the exact color of your eyes. Goddamned beautiful.”

His praise never failed to warm me, and I wasn’t even upset that he needed to leave. He’d told me that he’d just gotten into town and hadn’t even gone home yet to unpack. While a part of me was disappointed that he was once again leaving, I understood why. Truth be told, I preferred my own bed anyway so when he told me that I could stay there, I shook my head.

He proceeded to walk me to my car and stayed in that spot until I had driven off. My condo was not far from the club so it didn’t take long to get home. I needed a shower, then my cool silk sheets. I was already smiling as I thought about them on the way up to my unit. That smile was wiped clean the moment I opened the door.

“What the hell are you doing here, Carley?” I asked the moment I saw my cousin.

“I needed a place to crash. What’s wrong with you?” she asked after taking in my appearance. I shook my head and walked to my room without answering her.

Eleven

EASTON

Slapping at my alarm clock several times, I was starting to wonder why it wasn’t going off until I realized the ringing was coming from my cell phone. By the time I rolled over to grab it from my nightstand, the caller had hung up. I was about to ignore it until I looked at the recent calls and saw that the person had called me four straight times.

“Would explain why I couldn’t get the noise to stop,” I muttered as I decided whether or not to call them back. The decision was quickly made for me when my cell phone started to ring again because of the same caller.

“Hello,” I said a bit gruffly as I answered.

“Is this Agent Bradford?” the caller asked.

I didn’t recognize the number or the voice. “Yes. May I ask who’s calling?”

“It’s Detective Wilson with the Denver Police Department. I’m Ayden Santiago’s partner, and I–”

“Is there something wrong with Ayden?”

I had known the detective for several years now, and we’d collaborated on many cases over that time. I’d learned in some cities that the police and federal agencies often butted heads, but I was thankful I had a great working relationship with everyone I’d met so far at the Denver Police Department.

“No, he just asked for me to get you on the phone. He’s looking at something at the moment. Do you mind holding for a few seconds?”

“Not at all,” I responded, then sat up. Ayden still hadn’t gotten to the phone and those few seconds actually turned into a few minutes. I’d been just about to hang up when the voices on the other end got closer.

“Easton,” Ayden finally said. “Thank you for holding on. I’m at Syn.” He stopped for a bit to say something to whoever was nearby him before returning to the line. “There’s something I would like you to see. Would it be okay to swing by your place?”

“Sure. What’s wrong? Did something happen at the club?”

“I can better explain everything in a little bit. I have to wrap a few things up here, but will be there in about an hour.”

“Okay, that’s perfect. It gives me time to get a shower.”

“Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

The call disconnected and I sat up, then raked a hand down my face. If Ayden was at Syn, what couldn’t he talk about there that he could here? It had to be something to do with a case. If so, what did Syn have to do with it? My mind was racing at the possibilities.

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