Page 39 of This Memory
“Gavin! Oh my God! I’m coming! Yes! Yes! God, Gavin,yes!”
Moving my fingers faster, I sucked on her clit until she pushed me away.
“No more. I can’t…I can’t take it anymore! It’s too much.”
Leaning back onto my heels, I looked at her pussy with longing before lifting my gaze to meet hers. I’d never seen her look so fucking beautiful. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed over from her orgasm.
“Good?” I asked.
She nodded and gave me a shy smile. “So good.”
I stood—and realized Ihadcome in my fucking pants. I took a few steps back and smiled. It was actually a cocky grin, but at that moment, I needed to get the hell out of there before she noticed how making her come had thrown me over the edge as well.
“Bet your FBI agent can’t make you come like that, Bry.”
Turning, I quickly stepped to the door, walked out, then softly closed it behind me.
It was a dick move, but I couldn’t let Brystol see how she’d just rocked my entire world, doing something to me that no woman had ever done before.
I slipped into my patrol car, started it, and drove around to the alley. It was only fifteen minutes before I saw Brystol leaving through the back door of the toy store. She locked the door, and when she turned, she stopped abruptly. She wouldn’t be able to see me sitting in the car, but of course, she knew it was me.
She turned and practically ran to her car. Starting it, she backed up, drove out of the alley, and turned onto Walnut Street.
My head dropped back against the headrest, and I slowly sighed. “Fuck, what in the hell did you do, Gavin?”
It had been over three weeks since I’d seen Brystol. Every night since I’d made her come on the counter of the toy store, I had dreams about her. Taking her bent over the counter. Taking her in her car. Taking her in my bed, her bed, at the lake on a blanket. I’d woken up each time with my hand on my dick and coming so fucking hard, I swore I saw stars with every damn orgasm.
I had also avoided Evelyn and Denny, not because I was ashamed of what I’d done, but for self-preservation. I never knew when Brystol might be with them, and I wasn’t ready to see her. Not after the way I’d treated her.
“What’s going on with you, Gavin?” Declan asked as we walked up Main Street. It wasn’t normal for us both to be off simultaneously, especially not on a busy night like Halloween. We didn’t typically work nights, but on a holiday like this, often one of the day-shift guys would be switched to second shift. This year it fell on Declan, who’d bribed James to take the shift. He didn’t ask me, since I’d covered nights for Rodney three weeks ago…the night I’d seen Brystol in her store.
“Nothing’s wrong, why?”
He shrugged. “You’ve just seemed distant lately. Like you’ve got something on your mind.”
I stopped walking, and when Declan did as well, I turned to him. “I did something.”
His brows raised. “Illegal?”
Frowning, I reared back. “Seriously? That’s where your mind went?”
Declan shrugged. “Well, with the way you’ve been acting, yeah.”
I glanced around and pulled him down the alley between Slice, Slice, Baby pizzeria and the Moose Village Hotel.
I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. “I was a real dick to Brystol.”
He laughed. “Compared to all the other times you’ve been a dick to her?”
I shook my head. “I did something I regret. Well, I don’t regret it; I just regret what I did after.”
The look on his face said he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear my confession. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not, but I’m telling you anyway.”
He groaned.
“Remember a few weeks back when I took the night shift?”
