I nod my head and buckle my seatbelt. “Thank you for coming to get me.”
He turns the heat up and says, “Of course. I was in the area, so it’s no big deal.”
I can’t help, but smirk at him. “What were you doing in this area?”
He shakes his head and I don’t push the question, because inside, I’m happy that he’s here. It was starting to get cold outside and really windy, even if I want to act like it wasn’t. It’s just starting to rain outside, so if I would have made it to Nate’s and my spot, then I would have been drenched. Plus, the cold and wet run home would have been no fun.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“My house. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” His place is perfect and I know he can clear my mind.
Bain doesn’t say much on the drive and neither do I. He knows our arrangement and clearly we are both in need of the distraction. But in the pit of my stomach, I feel like we are pushing those limits. Yes, we know the rules. Which in all honesty, when I’m around Bain, I wish I didn’t have, but sadly…I do. My past fucked me. With the rules, he should have picked me up solely to fuck, but I can sense there’s more going on with him. He’s keeping something from me and that’s why he was close to my house.
We pull up to his home and he parks in the garage. Then we head inside and the warmth engulfs me. I almost shiver with how good it feels to have my entire body warmed.
“Are you still cold?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me.
Looking into his eyes, there is genuine concern etched across his face. “I’m better now, thank you.”
“Good. Will you please not run again when it’s that crazy out?”
I nod my head and follow Bain’s lead as he walks us to the couch. We sit facing each other. He places his face in his hands and I know right then that something is truly bothering him.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“They found new evidence in Kinsey’s case.”
“Evidence?”
“Yeah.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask bewildered.
“There was a fingerprint in her car that hasn’t matched anyone.”
“Why are you just finding out about this now?”
“I don’t know. But I’ve had a bad feeling about the investigator from the beginning and my dad was recently contacted by the FBI. Apparently, he knew about it all along and when it didn’t come back with a match, he let it go.”
“The FBI, why are they involved?”
“You know, I’m not sure. But I’m thankful.”
“Does this mean she didn’t…?” I trail off, not sure if I should speak the words out loud or not.
“It means that someone else was driving her car that day. It was found on the turn signal.”
“Jesus, are you serious?”
“That’s what they told my dad.”
“I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind.”
“Honestly, I just want to forget about it right now. I held onto hope for weeks after she went missing, thinking she was still alive. That’s why I needed to see you. I’m sorry if I acted like a dick.”
“It’s fine. You’re going through hell. If I’m your distraction, then I’m happy to be,” I respond, scooting over and straddling his lap.
Taking both of my hands, I wrap them into the back of his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I watch as his eyes close and he exhales heavily. With his mouth slacked open, I lean in, moaning, and kiss him. Giving him all of me. Wanting to take away every bit of pain that he’s feeling. For me, he does that every time we’re together.
He takes his hands and slides them underneath the back of my hoodie. His warm fingers press into my skin before he pulls away and rips it above my head. Then I remove my bra and watch how his eyes look at my breasts, before he squeezes one and takes the other into his mouth. I push into him, loving the feeling of his lips, and grind my hips against his erection as it strains his pants.
Reaching down, he unzips them. I scoot back and kneel next to him as he strokes himself. Then I take all of him in my mouth. He tastes delicious; his dick is already so hard. Moving my mouth up and down on his swollen member, makes my * yearn for pleasure. He reaches for me, rubbing me hard through my clothing. Pulling away, I finally stop and we both undress all the way. I help him with his shirt, lifting it over his head, and then push him down onto the couch.