Page 46 of Tesio
“Yeah, I know. I always imagined it’d be your pussy juices I’d be wearing home, not tears.”
A strangled giggle followed, and she slapped my chest, but then she froze, and I dreaded whatever the fuck thought just hit her then.
“Grease?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know my address?”Fuck. “I didn’t tell you it, did I?”
The temptation to say, yeah, of course you did, silly, was so fucking strong, but I’d been raised with honesty being a fucking commandment, and I couldn’t lie to her. Not her.
“I uh… looked it up.”
She pulled back to frown at me, her tear-stained, pink cheeks making me groan, because I wanted sass and fire, and I was probably about to get both, but not in a good way.
“Looked it up? That’s impossible.”
I shrugged. “Not if you’re good with computers. I mean, lots of stuff is just out there, ready to-”
“Hack?” I shrugged again.
“If you really want to put a label on it,” I murmured, watching her eyes narrow at me.
“Babe, before you go off at me, just bear in mind that I didn’t use that information for anything bad, okay? I just wanted to make sure you were okay after that asshole last night. Nobody else at the club has any of your deets. Just me.”
She chewed on her lip, looking conflicted, making me want to smooth that cute little frown away. When the fuck did I start finding her cute? I was fucking doomed.
“I feel like you’re the most dangerous person to have that information, Grease, but… I mean, you stayed here all night to look after me, so… you know, maybe you’re not so bad.”
I pressed a hand against my chest and mock gasped at her.
“Whoa, go easy on the compliments there, little pain. You’ll kill a guy with all that flattery.”
Her soft giggle was a relief, as was the fact that she didn’t seem to be suffering too badly from her little hangover too, but whileI wanted to devour that sweet pussy of hers, I was smart enough to realise this wasn’t the time for that.
“Want me to make coffee? Probably help with your headache if you have one.”
PC Pain nodded, biting her lip again, and I groaned, despite my good intentions to not do this.
“Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you look when you do that? It’s like a fucking siren song to my cock.”
She blinked rapidly, releasing her lip as she started to laugh. It wasn’t the response I was going for, but hell, she also didn’t punch me in the junk, so it’s probably a good way to react.
“Ouch. Don’t laugh at my cock, baby, he’s kinda sensitive about that.”
Okay, that made her laugh harder, so I got up from the bed, and left her wrapped in her bedding.
“I’ll just use your bathroom, and then I’ll make coffee. You can wait right there for me if you like?”
PC Pain pulled the bedding tighter around her, and frowned at me.
“What?”
“You realise you don’t even know my name, right?” Huh. She actually had a good point. She’d never officially introduced herself to me, although I knew everything about her already. She was still just PC Pain or little pain to me now. Would ‘officially knowing her name’ even change that? I grinned at her.
“Well, it’s polite to introduce yourself, but maybe your manners are no better than mine, huh baby?”
Oh that glare. That glare could give me a fucking instaboner every damn time.
