“Okay. Listen, I’m sorry. I should have said something before freaking out.”
“No, I get it. You were thinking of me in your own way. It’s cute, even if it’s silly.”
“I want to shower and then I’d like to take a nap. I’m a bit sleepy.”
“Can I join you?”
“I’d like that. You can make it up to me by washing me.”
“Sounds like a bonus for me.”
“A win-win.” It sure is.
Chapter Five
Whitaker
I can’t believe I let her leave. A moment doesn’t go by where my mind doesn’t jump to the motherfucking what ifs.
What if she doesn’t want me anymore?
What if something happens to her and I’m not there to protect her?
It’s only been six hours since we said goodbye in Denver as I dropped her off at the airport. I’ve been at the station for three hours, and I haven’t gotten a call from her yet.
My phone rings just as I’m about to call her ass. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, handsome. I miss you already. Please tell me you miss me, too,” she pleads, as if somehow there could be any other answer than an affirmative.
“Like crazy. I shouldn’t have let you leave,” I tell her, because it’s the damn truth that radiates through me.
“It’s for the best. Besides, I have things to wrap up here before we see each other again. What are you doing right now?” she asks.
“I’m working.”
“Yes, but what are you actually doing?” I love that smart-ass mouth of hers.
“I was waiting for my woman to call because I’m fucking nuts, although I should be filling out paperwork.”
“Such a shame. I go back to work in the morning.”
“And giving them your notice?” I ask, wondering if she’ll have a change of heart now that she’s back home in the comforts of her apartment and has time to think without me around.
“Yes, sir.”
My dick bangs against the zipper of my jeans. “I like that. What are you doing?”
“I’ve just gotten to the apartment. It took a while because there was a train delay. We’re going to order some pizza from Connie’s and then chill before going to bed early. I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll let you go.”
“Well, have fun. I’ll call you later, babe.”
We end the call and I feel a growing distance between us, and I don’t mean the physical kind. She’s clearly having mixed feelings about our relationship, or maybe I’m just being paranoid. I’m banking on the latter, given she just promised that she was giving her two weeks’ notice.
A knock at my door brings Phillips to my door. “Sheriff, we have a problem down at Greenville Farm.”
I nod and stand. “Okay. I’m on my way.” I put on my hat, tuck my cell away, and rush out of my office. The matter takes about twenty minutes to handle. There was a disagreement between old man Filch and his farm worker, Ortega. There’s some thievery going on, and Filch blamed Ortega for it.
I take the complaint, and Ortega quits. After waiting until he leaves the property and Mr. Filch returns to his home, I can finally head out.
As I walk to my vehicle, I get an eerie feeling that I’m being watched. Slowly, I turn my head toward the wheat fields and can’t see anything from this angle. Maybe it’s just the wind. I climb into my car and drive away from the property only to see a figure I haven’t seen in years. Whipping my head around, I look and she’s not there.
It’s not her. It can’t be. Maybe it’s the talk I had with Lydia that’s causing the hallucination.
As soon as I pull into the station, I’m on my computer. It’s been a long time since I checked her record. When I enter the information, I’m not surprised to find she’s still in prison. I’m just stressed and my mind’s playing tricks on me. Shaking it off, I get back to work so I can call my woman as soon as I get off.
****
The next morning, Lydia texts me a good morning kiss and lick with a couple of emojis before she heads into work. I laugh and feel like a fucking king, responding back with a promise to let her lick me any damn time she wants as long as I get to fill her pussy afterward.
God, the thought of being inside her sweet slit gets my already morning wood tip sticky. I yank down my boxers and pull out my aching rod, stroking the length once, twice to thoughts of her needy text, thinking about her on her knees, licking up my cum as she takes the head into her tiny, smart mouth of hers. She moans as she takes me deeper, gripping the shaft with her small hand which doesn’t quite go around my massive girth, but she does a good job of working it. I groan and grip her hair. “Who the fuck do you belong to, Lydia?”