Fuck it. Those fucking tears were back. My woman was crying for that bastard. It sent a wave of anger through me, that quite honestly shocked the hell out of me. Thank god she’d never met him, or she could have ended up attacked, and she wouldn’t have had Lenore’s strength or fists to protect her.
It occurred to me that I had no idea how Harvey had died. Had he been beaten? Was it a head injury? A stab wound? A fucking bullet?
“When will we know for sure?” She asked, brushing away her tears.
I shrugged. “I don’t have some inside track that will get me a heads up on that. I had a friend keeping an eye on police scanners and stuff, and he heard about the body. It’s near enough to the area where Harvey’s phone last pinged. Still doesn’t mean it’s him, but unfortunately my attempts to find out more from the police nearly got me arrested. They really don’t rate PIs in this country.”
She rubbed her hands over her fleece covered legs. Did she wince? There was something. Something was hurting her, or maybe playing on her mind.
“You’re afraid that we’ll find your friend dead too. Please don’t jump to any conclusions, Julie. I’m sure things aren’t as bad as you think. She’s probably fine. Pulled away for some reason, and she’ll be back.”
She pressed her fingers against her inner thigh, the move almost violent, and I pulled her hand away.
“Hey… stop freaking out, please. I’ll help you find her. I’ll do this, so you can stop worrying about her, and get on with your life, and what you want from it.”
She stared at me; her eyes pained. “I never realised how much I relied on Cassidy until she left. And now… now I’m struggling to deal with my, uh… I’m not doing so well without her.”
I had a feeling that was another of those huge understatements, and I didn’t know how to get her to confide in me instead, but I really wanted her to.
“Julie, I’ll find her for you. I promise. But in the meantime, I really want you to trust me, and lean on me. I want to give you what you need, to make you feel stronger and at peace.”
She glanced at my lap again. “I know what would help me.”
I literally felt my cock twitch, just from those words.
“I don’t want you to feel that that’s the only way I can help you. I can soothe you, comfort you. I can listen. You can tell me anything, and I’ll listen, and I won’t judge you. I want to be your safe place, Julie.”
She pressed her hand against her thigh again, a motion I’d seen more than once, and was starting to realise was a coping mechanism for her. Why her thigh? What did it do that I couldn’t?
“Don’t you have work?” I suddenly asked, remembering that it was a Friday, and although I could choose my hours, she probably couldn’t. She gasped, turning to look at the clock. Almost eight in the morning. Way too fucking early for the heart to heart we’d been trying to have. She nodded, lowering her head.
“I should go and shower.” Fuck, I wanted to join her, but I also didn’t want to rush our first time together.
“Come here, little angel.” She frowned at me, but stood up and stepped into my arms, as I reached for her. I pulled her up, straddling my lap, and pressing against my poor cock, which made me hiss, just with the pressure of her clothed pussy so close to it.
I pulled her into another kiss, as I held her hips and dragged her back and forth, rubbing us against each other in a scandalous display of what I wanted to be doing.
“Please, Adam.”
I groaned, resting my forehead against hers. “You’ll be late for work, gorgeous. But don’t worry… I’ll be back tonight, and I’ll fuck you right into the weekend. How’s that?” She giggled.
“I’ll be waiting.” She dashed off to the bathroom, while I lay back on her bed, and groaned at the thought of waiting all fucking day before I could have her. Fuck work. Fuck responsibility. Fuck being owned by loan shark mobster motherfuckers who were ruining my life. All that mattered was us, her, this.
I got up, my legs taking me to the bathroom door. Just a few feet away from me, she was naked. Rubbing her hands over her wet skin, soaping herself… I pictured soapy water sluicing over that gloriously pale skin of hers. Maybe her fingers sliding between her legs, because I’d sent her in there horny, and wet.
My hand was on the door handle, before I could stop myself, and I eased the handle down. It was unlocked. The room was full of steam, and the water was gushing down from the shower, so she didn’t hear me, but I could see her. She had one of those see-through shower curtains, and although it was covered with water droplets, and slightly fogged up, I could see her. She tilted her head back as she rinsed her hair, and I could see those perfect breasts, pert, and with stiffly peaked nipples.
Jesus fuck… my hand slipped inside my pants, and I stroked myself as I watched her. It was so wrong. So intrusive. I bit back a groan as I jerked my cock, and I watched as she lifted one leg up onto the bath to shave it.
What the fuck? There was blood on her other thigh.
“What the… are you hurt?” I blurted out, startling Julie from her concentration. She slipped in the shower, her hand slicing across her shin with the razor. “Ow, fuck!” She cursed, catching her balance before she fell.
My hand was already out of my pants as I strode over, and pulled the curtain away.
“Adam! No. Get out. Please!”
I never thought I’d ignore a woman saying no to me. Today I did. Today, I turned off the shower, and dragged her out of it, sitting her on the bath, so I could tend to her wound. The one I’d caused, by startling her. Because I was a sick fuck, who’d wanted to jerk off while she showered.