Page 89 of Making Home with You
I stare up at her, my eyes searching her face, desperate to believe the words she’s telling me.
She smiles.“Come here,” she whispers, pulling me to my feet.
Urging me backward, she pushes me back onto the bed, moving up my body so she’s straddling my hips.I stare up at her, watch as she gently rakes her fingernails down my chest, tracing a path over my stomach and sending shivers all through me.
Inching backward on my hips, she moves lower, her hands circling my dick and gently stroking my already hard shaft.It doesn’t take much and soon she lifts up, positions me against her before slowly lowering her body onto mine so I’m buried deep inside her.
I groan loudly, the sound filling the room.Sarah’s head falls back as she slowly starts to ride me, my hands on her hips and gently guiding her, as my thumb circles her clit.
We fuck slowly and for what feels like forever, but it can’t last and eventually, I feel Sarah clench around me, a loud moan falling from her mouth as she comes undone.It’s enough to tip me over the edge too and pushing up off the bed, I drive myself deeper into her before I let go and come, my body shaking with desire and something I can’t identify.
Sarah collapses on top of me, her head resting on my chest, my heart pounding beneath her ear and my dick still buried inside her.
“You okay?”she eventually asks, brushing her fingers across my shoulder.
I shrug.“Better,” I say, knowing that as good as that was, it doesn’t change any of the shit that went down today.
She lifts herself up, both hands planted on my chest.“Better?”she asks, mock surprise on her face.“Not great or fantastic or totally and utterly satisfied?”
I know she’s trying to make me feel better and it works, despite everything that’s happened.
I grin, flipping us over so she now lies beneath me.“Satisfied, yes,” I growl, nipping her ear.
“Utterly satisfied?”she asks teasingly.
I lift my head.“With you, always,” I say.“But hey, I’m always happy to try and top that.”
Sarah grins up me, her hand sliding around my neck as she pulls me to her mouth.“Come here cheeky boy.”
The next day, Detective Greenwood calls just as I’m finishing lunch.
“So, I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news,” he says, not bothering with pleasantries.
“Okay,” I say warily.
“The good news is we know who took the video,” he says.“My guy spotted it straightaway, as soon as he enhanced the image, there was a reflection in the glass of your front window.”
I swallow hard at the knowledge that not only has someone else now seen the video, but they’ve seen it in all its enhanced high-definition glory.“And?”I ask, impatiently.
“You were right, it’s Carla Robinson.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out.“I knew it.”
“Hmmm,” is all he says.
“What?”I spit out, the word harsh.“You still don’t believe me, even though you now have proof that it’s her doing these things to me?”
I can feel my blood pulsing as a wave of anger crashes through me.How can he possibly still believe her story about me sexually assaulting her when he now has proof that she’s the one who’s been stalking and harassing me?
“It’s not that, Finn,” he says.“But this is only proof she took the video, nothing else.”
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me.“Right,” I say, my jaw tight.“So it’s not enough to get her for breaking into my house then, is it?Or harassing my girlfriend or sending those pictures?”
“We can still get her for harassing Sarah,” he says.“We just need to take her statement.We also managed to lift a print from your house, but when we ran it through the database, we didn’t get a match.Obviously, if she’s not in the system, this isn’t surprising.”
“But you’re going to ask her for her prints, right?”I immediately ask, knowing that if this gives us a match, then there’s no way she can deny that she was the one who broke into my house.
Because despite having known her since high school, Carla Robinson has never set foot inside my house under my invitation.I’ve never once had cause for her to come over, so the only possible way her prints can be inside my house are if she’s the one who broke in.
