Page 19 of The Rookie's Second Chance

My other hand found its way to my breast, squeezing and pinching the sensitive nipple. The combination of my hands, coupled with the images in my mind, was driving me wild. My breath grew ragged, my body writhing beneath the sheets. I thought of that evening, how he'd picked me up and pressed me against the wall, the friction between our bodies electric. What if he'd gone further? What if he'd slipped his hand between my legs, feeling how wet he made me? Or if he'd taken out his cock, letting me feel its weight and hardness in my hand?

I moved my fingers faster, each motion deliberate, each touch echoing with the memory of Jake's hands on me. My mind was a whirl of fantasy, building a narrative that was fueled by the ache between my thighs.

I imagined him standing at the foot of my bed, watching me, his green eyes dark with desire. I pictured him slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that chiseled chest that I had felt just earlier. His hands would glide over his body, mirroring my own movements, showcasing his understanding of the intense pleasure that self-touch could bring.

He would inch closer, and in this fantasy, I spread my legs wider, inviting him to see just how wet he made me. I imagined the look of pure hunger on his face, the bulge in his pants growing larger, harder. He’d kneel on the bed, his mouth mere inches from where my fingers danced. His hot breath would tease me, making me even wetter, heightening my arousal.

"Jake," I’d whisper, urging him on. And like a predator, he’d close the distance, replacing my fingers with his mouth. The sensation of his tongue on my clit would send shockwaves through my body, making me arch my back and moan his name louder.

In my mind, I felt his fingers slipping inside me, curling just right, hitting that spot that always sent me over the edge. My fantasy was so vivid, so intense, that my body was responding as if it were reality. My breath grew erratic, my moans filled the room, and the tension in my belly coiled tighter and tighter.

And then, just as I envisioned Jake looking up at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he sucked on my clit, I shattered. The waves of pleasure consumed me, making me tremble and gasp. The release was exquisite, leaving me floating on a cloud of euphoria.

Once the tremors subsided, I slowly removed my fingers, bringing them up to my lips, tasting myself and wishing it were Jake’s taste mixed with my own. My chest heaved, trying to catch the breath that the fantasy had stolen.

I felt both drained and energized, deeply satisfied yet hungry for the real thing. Pulling the sheets tighter around me, I nestled into my pillow, the fantasy of Jake still vivid in my mind, promising myself that the next time, it wouldn't just be a fantasy. Sleep, when it came, was restless, filled with dreams of him.

The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a soft, golden hue on the room. Groaning, I stretched my limbs and slowly came back to consciousness, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The remnants of the dream, Jake’s phantom touches, still lingered on my skin.

Taking a deep breath to center myself, I pushed the thoughts aside and got ready for the day.

As I walked into the station, the absence of Jake's voice, his laughter, the way he'd be teasing one of the guys or sharing some story from the night before felt like a void. I kept reminding myself that I was here for work, not Jake. But I couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment that he wasn't there. Get it together, Kayla, I thought, cursing my brain for making everything about him all of a sudden.

With a cup of stale coffee in hand, I headed to my desk, booting up the computer. My main focus was Lexi’s stalker. Pulling up the case file, I started piecing together the timeline of events that had occurred while she was in college. Lexi had gone to an out-of-state school, and the details surrounding her stalker remained a mystery to everyone in town.

Sifting through old emails, online comments, and messages Lexi had received, I searched for a pattern. And then, while cross-referencing her old class schedules with the times she’d reported being stalked, it hit me. The stalker always seemed to know exactly where she'd be, even when it wasn't on a regular schedule. This wasn’t just someone who was following her; this was someone who knew her routines, her habits, and her entire schedule. "Fuck," I whispered, my heart racing. This wasn't just a random fan or a stranger. This was someone who was close enough to have that kind of information. The implications were unsettling. As I delved deeper, I found an email from an anonymous sender, hinting at events and secrets from Lexi's childhood, details only someone who had known her personally would be privy to. No specifics, but enough to confirm my growing suspicion.

I needed more concrete evidence, but this was a start. Damn it, Jake, why aren't you here? I found myself wishing he was with me so that we could brainstorm together.

Sighing, I continued digging, determined to unearth more clues. Hours slipped by as I pieced together fragments of Lexi's past.

My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t had breakfast. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was almost lunchtime. But the pieces were beginning to fit together, and I was too engrossed to stop.

By the end of my shift, my eyes were blurry from staring at the screen, but the picture was clearer. Someone from Lexi’s past, possibly someone she considered a friend or trusted confidant, was haunting her. The real question was: why? And more importantly, who?

The reports lay scattered across my desk, their contents burning images into my mind. With a sigh, I rubbed my temples, feeling a dull ache start to form.

Suddenly, a thought resurfaced. Mandy. She had roomed with Lexi in college. If anyone would know about someone potentially obsessed with Lexi to stalker levels, it’d be her. No more putting it off. I needed to talk to Mandy.

Grabbing my coat, I made my way to Jake's house. Every time I approached that house now, memories of our recent encounter rushed back, sending anticipation and anxiety through me.

Reaching his door, I hesitated for a moment, then knocked firmly. The door swung open to reveal Mandy, her auburn hair falling in waves down her back. She regarded me with those clear blue eyes, cold and assessing.

"Jake's not here," she said curtly, not bothering with niceties. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, almost challenging.

"I'm not here for Jake," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though my palms were sweaty. "I need to ask you something about Lexi. You roomed with her in college, right?"

Mandy leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Why? What do you want to know?"

"There's something about the stalker... a lead," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I need to know about any unusual people who might've been obsessed with Lexi during college."

She raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. "You think someone from college is stalking her now? That was years ago."

"It's just a hunch," I admitted. "But I have to explore every lead."

Mandy sighed. "Look, college was a blur. Parties, late-night study sessions, more parties. You know how it is. But I never noticed anyone being overly obsessed with Lexi."

"But surely you must've seen something," I pressed. "Any ex-boyfriend? Or maybe someone from a class or a party who couldn’t take their eyes off her?"

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