“Yeah, then I want to fuck you.” I drop my pants and step out of them.
“Maybe if you can make me come with your talented tongue a couple times, I’ll wrap my lips around this big cock of yours.” She reaches down and tightens her grip around my painfully erect cock.
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a greedy little thing?”
“Only you.” She laughs a carefree laugh, and I make a promise to myself that for every day I know her, I’ll try to make her laugh like that again.
“Did you always want to be a police officer?” Liberty asks a couple of hours later while we’re seated at the back table of Il Centro Restaurant and Bar, one of the finest Italian restaurants in Trebook.
I was lucky to get a table at such short notice. Fox managed to pull it off for me when I remembered his uncle is part owner. Even though I don’t like owing anyone anything, it’s still worth every bit of annoyance just to see Liberty done up. I nearly busted a fucking nut when she opened the door earlier. After fucking her in the shower, I cleaned her up and left her to get dressed. I had only been gone for thirty minutes. I wasn’t expecting her to be ready when I returned. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to look so fucking amazing. I almost didn’t want to leave the apartment with her looking so fucking sexy.
A red wraparound dress molds to her body. The low cleavage makes my dick jump every time she leans forward, giving me the perfect view of her soft skin. Her short blonde curls are messy, but in a perfected kind of way. And her fuckable lips are painted the same red she wore the night I met her.
Fuck me. She’s a walking hard-on.
“Not always.” I clear my throat, shaking the image of those red lips wrapped around my cock away. “I actually wanted to be a youth worker for a while there,” I admit, unsure why. Normally if someone asks me the same question, I always say it’s been a childhood dream to join the force.
Fucking hell.
“Wow, you’re serious.” She sits up a little straighter at my confession.
“My dad was a youth worker.” I keep my voice steady. Controlled. Even.
“Was? What does he do now?” It’s the first tidbit of my personal life I’ve shared with her. The last two weeks we’ve spent learning all about each other’s bodies, no private details. And while it’s not by any means a new way of life for me, it is a stepping stone. Or maybe a pebble.
“He’s dead.” The words are like acid coming out of my throat.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She reaches across the table and covers my hand with her small one. My heart rate shouldn’t be spiked, but it is.
“Don’t be.” I pull out of her grasp and reach for my beer. “It was a while ago.” I don’t know why I thought it would be okay to talk about him.
It’s never okay.
“I can picture it, you know? You with the kids, helping them out.” She moves the subject along, and I don’t want to be grateful for it, but I am. “Is that why you’re interested in coming to the house and talking to Mitch?” I don’t want to tell her the truth. That maybe I only want to do it for her. Maybe my need to keep her safe is more than I actually understand. My need to protect her is no longer about my dick, but about her welfare. I don’t want to tell her any of that, so I nod instead and then change the subject.
“Everything good with getting clearance for me to come around?” Yesterday after I left Liberty’s office, she started the process of adding me onto the approved visitors’ list.
“Yeah, we’ll need to go over everything with you, but then you’ll be good to go.”
“Good, just let me know when and I’ll be there.” I wasn’t lying when I told Liberty I would help with Mitch. I know he’s a good kid. Know how much Liberty cares for him. And if me coming to the house to hang with him once a week helps him realize he doesn’t need to walk down the path Dominic is paving for him, then why wouldn’t I do it?
“Do you want to come by tomor— Oh, my God.” Her sudden change in tone and the way her body recoils has my gaze moving around the restaurant looking for the threat.
“Liberty?” I ask when she stands and slaps her napkin down on the table.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
I don’t have a chance to ask her what she means and who the fuck the he is she plans to kill before she’s halfway across the restaurant, getting up in some guy’s face.
Well, shit. Here we go.
Sixteen
Liberty
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Liberty?” Jett has the audacity to look guilty as I come to a stop at his table.
“Don’t Liberty me.” I point my glare at the little whore who’s the cause of my best friend’s heartache. “Where's Payton, Jett? You know, your wife?” The smug little bitch turns her nose up at me as soon as Payton’s name leaves my mouth.