“No,” she agrees with a sigh. She looks around the room for a second then her eyes return to mine. “When I was younger, I remember waking up in the middle of the night, and one time I found him dancing in the kitchen with my mother as she hummed a song. He spun her around and pulled her close to him. As he looked over her shoulder, he spotted me standing there and staring. He winked at me, letting me know he wasn’t gonna tell on me for being up and out of bed so late. There was always this light in his eyes when he was with her.” She hangs his head. “I keep telling myself it would return if he could just stay off the drugs. I wanna know if it’s there. I wanna know that there is hope left.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I did give up on him. And I’m not proud of that, but at some point, you have to give up, no matter how much you don’t want to,” she finishes softly.
I lift my other hand and place it on her cheek. I have seen this kind of situation more times than I can count, and I can tell you exactly how it’s gonna play out. She’s not gonna find what she’s looking for, but like she said, she needs to see it for herself.
I lower my lips to hers and give her a soft kiss. “I understand,” I whisper. “I will do anything you want in order for you to get your answers.”
“Thank you, baby,” she says softly. “Can I ask you a question?” I’m not sure if there’s anything else for me to tell her that I didn’t admit last night, so I nod. “Why did you say the situation has been compromised?” she asks tilting her head to the side.
I play with a few blue and dark strands of hair between my fingers. “I slept with you.” And it was worth it.
Her eyes widen. “How could that compromise what you and Blane were doing?”
“I told you I broke every rule I had for you. That’s a rule. In a case like this, I have to testify in order to convict the man that I had Blane setting up. Sleeping with you …” I let go of her hair and place my hand on her soft face. “… it compromised my integrity.”
She lowers her eyes down to my chest as it rises and falls quickly. Slowly, she looks back up at me through long dark lashes. “Why would you do that for me?” she asks softly.
I cup her face with my other hand as well. “Why wouldn’t I?” I say in all honesty. “You became my drug.” I inhale her scent and vanilla fills my nose making my cock grow behind my sweatpants. “You were like that one last hit a stoner craves.” I slide my right hand back into her hair and grip it tightly. She whimpers as her eyelids get heavy. “You consumed my every thought.” My other hand lets go of her face and pulls up the hem of her shirt, allowing my hand to slide up her flat stomach. Her skin is soft and warm. “I craved you in a way that would make any man walk through fire.” My hand travels higher until I cup her breast. “You are my addiction, Taylor.” I pull her head back, and it thuds when it hits the wall. Her heavy eyes shut, and her lips part on a gasp. I lower my lips and capture hers, giving her a rough kiss. Her sweet taste mixes with mine, and just as I said, she gets me high. My senses go on high alert. All I feel is her body pressing against mine. All I hear are her gasps and moans. All I can think of is lying her down and burying myself deep inside of her. When I pull away, we’re both breathing heavy. I wait for her to recover and look up at me. “I fell for you because, somewhere along the way, I realized you were worth it,” I whisper.
“If you could do it all over again, would you?” she asks, biting her lip nervously.
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation. Her wet and swollen lips pull back into a smile as she looks up at me. “I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too, Taylor.” I kiss her softly once again, but the sound of my phone ringing has her pulling away from me.
Her eyes drop down to the pocket of my sweatpants. “You had better get that.” She leans up and kisses me on the lips. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
I take a step back allowing her to walk away from me as I go to answer my phone. “Hey, man. How’s Brecken?” I ask in greeting Miller.
“Well, he’s got dates lined up for the next month with all of these nurses who keep coming in to check on him.” He chuckles. “I would say he’s doing better than they expected.”
I smile. “Sounds like him.” We knew he would be fine. Brecken is a survivor. Always has been and always will be. I hear the shower turn on and it reminds me of something. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” I ask.
“Anything,” he answers without thought.
After I give him instructions, I hang up the phone and make my way to the bathroom. Steam covers the mirror and I reach down to remove my shirt. “That was Miller,” I announce as I push my sweatpants down my legs. My hard cock reminds me what we were about to do moments ago.
“How is Brecken doing?” she asks from behind the shower door.
“Better.” I open up the door as she rinses out shampoo with her back to me. “Miller will be here soon. He’s going to go with us to see your father.”
She spins around quickly the water causing shampoo to cover her face. “Why?”
“Usually, in cases like this, you would only be able to see your father with Plexiglas separating you two, but I can make a call and get you a meeting with him in an interrogation room. That way I can stand behind the mirror and watch the exchange.” She cups the water from the showerhead and washes the suds from her face.
“Why don’t you go in with me?”
I shake my head. “I can’t. He knows me. But I will not let you go without someone in there with you.”
She frowns. “You think he’ll hurt me?”
I honestly don’t know what this man will do. “I’m not willing to take that chance,” I decide to say.
She gives me a slow and sexy smile. “Always looking out for me.”
I chuckle. “That has been the plan all along.”
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes and finishes rinsing out her shampoo. I reach down and slowly run my hand the length of my cock as I imagine fucking her in this shower. Each stroke has me getting harder and less patient for her pussy.
Once I know she is done, I grab her arm and pull her over to me. She squeals as I spin her around and shove her into the glass shower door. “Case …” She breathes as she pushes her ass back onto my hard cock.
I groan as I reach up and remove her wet hair from the side of her face. I lower my lips to her shoulder and kiss her softly. The water from the shower, wetting my lips. “I wanna hear you come, baby,” I say before I bite down on her shoulder. Her body shudders as she lets out a whimper.
I can feel how tense her body is. I know it has to do with her seeing her father. And I wanna help her with that. Help relieve the tension.
I slide my hand around her hip and then between her parted legs. I spread her pussy and roughly push a finger into her and she lets out a cry as she bucks her hips. “I love it when you’re wet like this.” Her pussy tightens around my finger, and I growl deep in my chest. “When you’re ready for whatever I wanna give you.” She places her hands on the glass and pushes herself backwards, pushing her ass into me.
She arches her back and her head falls back to my chest, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Please …” I lower my head and close my lips over hers, cutting off her words. I remove my finger from her pussy and grab a hold of my dick. I spread her legs more with mine and then guide myself into her. She rips her lips from mine and sucks in breath after breath. She cries out as she bangs her head into the shower door as I stretch her to accomodate me.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I drop my head to her shoulder. He pussy tightens around my aching cock, and I pull back before thrusting my hips forward. I growl at not being able to get deep enough. She’s much shorter than I am, and my legs strain from having to bend down. “Fuck it!” I growl as I pull out of her.
She whimeprs as her shoulders sag. I reach around her and shove the glass door open. “Step out,” I order and she does as I say. I grab her upper arm and pull her over to the counter. I place my hand in her wet hair and shove her forward so she’s bent over. I don’t waste another second as I get back to fucking her.