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Present Day – Boston

Ryan

“Shit,”

I grunt out, collapsing back on my bed after coming all over my hand.

“God, Erin,”

I say out loud, the empty room swallowing my words.

I can’t believe I’m still thinking about this woman. I haven’t seen her since I went up to visit Beck and Kelsey over Thanksgiving last week. Nothing had changed between us. We still fought like crazy and fucked like crazy. Exactly as we’d been doing since I followed her into the rest room in Beck’s pub all those months ago. This woman is probably the single most infuriating woman on the planet, but no matter how nuts she drives me, I just can’t stay away from her.

And this morning, I’ve just jacked off while thinking about her…again.

“Jesus christ, Ryan, get a fucking grip,”

I say, dragging myself out of bed and into the shower. After I wash and shave, I get out and dry off before pulling on a clean white shirt and black suit, ready for work. As I’m standing in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter, my cell phone rings. Glancing at it, I smile when I see Kelsey’s name light up the screen.

“Hey, how’s my future wife doing? Still hanging around with that dickhead?”

I ask as I answer it.

Kelsey laughs down the phone.

“Sticking with him I’m afraid. He makes it worth my while.”

“You bet your ass I do,”

I hear Beck say in the background.

I can’t help but laugh. I’m glad these two sorted their shit out after all the years they’d spent apart. I’d never met Kelsey until she went and got herself a stalker, forcing Beck to head back to the town he grew up in and help his brother catch him. It also forced Beck to acknowledge that he really did love this woman and couldn’t, like he’d been bullshitting both himself and the rest of the world, in fact live without her.

“So, anyway,”

Kelsey says.

“the reason I’m calling is to let you know the boy is turning the big three-zero this weekend and I thought we’d have a party to celebrate. I wanted to know if you could come up?”

I glance at my watch, knowing I need to get moving.

“This Saturday?”

I ask, throwing back the rest of my coffee as I pick up my keys and head for the door.

“Yep, Saturday. Although I’m sure Erin would appreciate it if you came up Friday after work,”

Kelsey adds, and I can tell she’s smiling.

“Of course she would,”

I say, laughing as I close the door behind me.

“She loves me and my big co…”

“Yep, okay, TMI on the detail, Ryan,”

Kelsey says, cutting me off.

I smile, knowing she’s cool with my dirty talk. And besides, I’ve heard her and Erin talk and they are far worse. Then again, there’s just something about two women discussing sex when they don’t know you’re listening, or even when they do, that’s both scary and a huge turn-on.

“You love it,”

I say, unlocking my SUV and sliding in behind the wheel. I hit the ignition and my cell switches over to hands-free.

“Whatever, mister,”

she says, laughing.

“Now are you coming up, or what?”

“Sure thing,”

I tell her.

“I wouldn’t miss any chance to witness Beck hit his thirties and start his mid-life crisis.”

Kelsey laughs again.

“Great, we’ll see you Friday then. Spare room is all yours, even though I’m sure it won’t get used…as usual.”

“Whatever. Laters, babe,”

I say, laughing as I hang up on her.

Work is the usual bullshit of meetings, interviewing witnesses, meetings, getting called out to a case, and meetings. I love my job, but it’s exhausting and ever since Beck decided to stay in Rockport, it’s a lot less fun too.

They promoted me after he left, and I now head up our team, taking over what he used to do. Although the pay raise and extra responsibility is great, it also comes with a shitload more administrative stuff, all of which completely sucks. This isn’t what I signed up for.

I glance at my watch and see it’s after six. Shuffling the notes from the latest case we’re working on, a double homicide that has mob written all over it, into my in-tray, I decide to call it a day. I head outside and into Finnigan’s across the road from the station. This used to be a regular stop for Beck and me. At least twice a week, we’d find ourselves in here, unwinding after a long day and more often than not, finding someone to take home and unwind with. Of course now I’m flying solo on that front, even though half of my team is already in here, probably on their second pints.

“Hey, sir,”

the newest addition calls out as I walk through the door.

“Pete,”

I nod, ordering a beer as I take a seat up at the bar.

By the time I’m halfway through, an arm is sliding across my shoulders and a hand is brushing my forearm. I turn and am greeted with a huge pair of tits pressed against me. After a good look, I force my eyes to the owner of the impressive rack’s face.

“Hello, Ryan Summers,”

the woman says.

She’s definitely hot, in that big tits, big hair, and big lips kind of way. She also looks familiar, and I’m absolutely positive I’ve banged her at some stage.

“Hey,”

I say, half turning to face her.

She takes the opportunity to step closer and my knee winds up between her legs. As she subtly grinds against me, I have to swallow hard.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asks.

“Sure I do,”

I lie, my eyes going to her chest again.

“Oh yeah?”

she says, placing a finger under my chin and forcing my gaze back up.

“What’s my name then?”

I’m staring at her face, racking my brain for a reminder. I’m usually pretty good at remembering who I’ve been with, but since Erin, it’s been a while. Big tits, big lips… Big tits, and I’m sure I remember those lips around… I smile as it suddenly hits me. “Shelley,”

I say, a smug grin on my face.

Shelley practically purrs with happiness as she presses herself against me again.

“Well done, Detective,”

she says.

“At least now you’ll know what name to call out later on.”

I smile even though a part of me is repulsed at the idea. There’s something about this blatant come-on, especially when Shelley knows I barely remember who she is, which instantly turns me off. Why is she making it this so easy for me, doesn’t she have any self-respect?

“Pretty confident there, aren’t you?”

I can’t help but ask.

Shelley smiles.

“I just know what you like,”

she says, her nails stroking my arm.

I take another sip of my beer thinking, no, you have no idea what I like. I know though, and it’s not this. I want a woman who makes me work for it, who wants me to not only prove I’m good enough for her, but that I’m gonna be the best damn fuck she’s ever had.

I shake my head, wondering where the hell this sudden change of heart is coming from. I never used to be this picky; the fact that I once fucked Shelley is proof of that.

“What?”

Shelley asks.

“You don’t like?”

I finish off my beer and stand.

“Not tonight, Shelley,”

I say as I remove her hand from my arm and pick up my jacket.

“What? Why not?”

she asks, almost insulted.

I shrug.

“Just not in the mood, I guess.”

Shelley’s face is a mix of shock and annoyance.

“Not in the mood?”

she almost shouts.

“Since when is Ryan Summers not in the mood?”

“Dunno,”

I tell her. “Today.”

Shelley crosses her arms, pushing her tits higher. I can’t help but glance at them, and when I look back at her, she’s smirking at me.

“Oh, you’re in the mood,”

she says, taking a step closer.

I shake my head.

“No, I’m not.”

The smirk disappears.

“What the hell? Are you seeing someone or something?”

Her words stop me in my tracks.

“Good night, Shelley,”

I quickly say, not even bothering to look at her as I turn and walk out the door.

Holy shit.

As the cool air hits me, so does the sudden realization.

I seriously haven’t been with a single other woman since the first time I was with Erin in the ladies’ bathroom at Beck’s family’s pub.

I’d followed her in there after we’d been arguing over something; I can’t even remember what it was now. All I knew was that the way this woman was arguing with me, it turned me on like nothing ever has before. I’d wanted her immediately, and even though she’d told me to fuck off, I could tell she wanted me, too. So I’d followed her in there. She’d offered to suck me off, but when I refused to say please, I’d torn off her panties and fucked her instead. I didn’t even stop to put on a condom, and it wasn’t until she’d walked out and left me standing there, my dick out and her panties in my hand, that I’d realized what a shitty thing that was to do.

By the time I’d walked back out to the pub, she’d gone. Beck had told me where she lived and I’d gone straight over there to apologize for what I’d done. That had turned into another argument about assumptions, which led me to confess I’d never not used a condom before. Erin had spat out that she was on the pill, which led to more arguments over what she’d said previously, which of course led to me fucking her against her front door, in the hall, and finally in her bedroom, never once using a condom. I’d spent the night at her place and when she kicked me out the next morning, I was grinning like I’d just won the lottery.

“Fucking hell,”

I say to myself, running a hand through my hair as I walk toward the parking lot and my car. As I slide into the seat, I pull out my cell and send a message.

Me: I’ll be up on Friday, Red. I better find you naked when I knock on your front door.

Erin: Who is this?

I smile, knowing she knows who it is. She never gave me her number; this I got through covert means, but we’ve been sexting each other ever since.

Me: the best fucking lay you’ve ever had.

Erin: Tom?

I shake my head, the blood already humming through my veins in irritation at the thought of Erin being with someone else.

Me: are you trying to piss me off?

Erin: I thought you loved it when I did that?

Me: you love the orgasms I give you because of it.

Erin: wanna give me one now?

I have to adjust my pants as I pull out onto the street. It’s only a short drive to my apartment, and right now, I’m glad. I’ve got a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe and I’m in danger of crashing my truck because of it. I’m also seriously considering driving up to Rockport right now so Erin can do something about it.

Me: you know I do. You touching yourself?

There’s nothing for a couple of minutes and as I pull into my parking space and kill the ignition, I have to double check that my message actually went through. Just as I’m about to type out another one, Erin responds.

Erin: I’m fingering myself like you did that first night.

“Fuck me,”

I say, slamming the car door and racing up the stairs to my apartment. The second the front door shuts, I’m hitting the call button on my cell.

“Detective Ryan Summers,”

she says smugly.

“What a surprise.”

I laugh, kicking off my shoes as I walk through to the bedroom.

“What, don’t tell me you weren’t hoping I’d call?”

I hear shuffling through the phone and I picture Erin lying on her bed doing exactly what she told me she was doing.

“Oh, I was confident you would, especially after my last message,”

she says, and I can tell she’s smiling.

I undo my belt and push my pants and boxers down my legs as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“So tell me, Red, are you really doing what you said or are you just being a cock tease?”

I hear more shuffling.

“Would I lie to you, Detective?” she asks.

I start undoing the buttons of my shirt, shrugging it off before I lie down on my bed, the phone at my ear and my dick in my hand.

“No, I’m hoping you wouldn’t,”

I tell her.

I hear sucking noises this time before Erin says.

“That was me cleaning my fingers like I did to yours that first time.”

“Jesus christ, Erin,”

I say, my hips jacking up into my hand at her words.

“What? You don’t like that?” she asks.

“You know I do,”

I growl, my hand stroking my cock now.

“Tell me what you’re doing, Detective.”

I moan into the phone as my thumb brushes over the top of my cock. It’s throbbing in my hand, rock hard now because of her voice in my ear and all the things she’s saying.

“I’m lying on my bed with my dick in my hand,”

I tell her.

“And what are you thinking about?” she asks.

“I’m thinking that I wish it was your hand holding my dick,”

I tell her.

“Or better yet, your mouth.”

“Not my pussy?” she asks.

“Shit, Erin,”

I bite out, my body straining for a release.

“Your hand, your mouth, your pussy. I want all of it.”

Erin laughs, but it’s throaty and deep and sexy as hell.

“I know you do, Detective. Just like I wish it was your cock inside me now, not my fingers.”

“Tell me you’re touching yourself,”

I say, my hand moving faster.

Erin groans through the phone.

“I’m not just touching myself, I’m fucking myself,”

she says.

“Fucking myself with my fingers, just like you once did.”

“Erin,”

I moan, my hand gripping tighter, moving impossibly faster.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

And then I do, my dick exploding in my hand as Erin pants down the phone, calling out my name as she comes too.

“Wow…”

she eventually breathes out. “Wow.”

I smile, thinking wow is a big understatement. “Yeah,”

I murmur. “Wow.”

Erin laughs again, and it’s so sexy that I instantly wish I was there with her, my arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her body against mine as she comes down from this high. I want it to be me making her this way, not just my voice.

Jesus, what is wrong with me? Not only have I not slept with a single other woman since I started this thing up with Erin, but she’s all I’m thinking about too. I jack off to her, I randomly go to Rockport and fuck her, and now, I’ve just had phone sex with her.

And all of it has been amazing.

And I really, really want more of it. A lot more.

Swallowing the words before I blurt them out and completely screw myself to the wall, I say.

“I’ll see you in two days, gorgeous. You better be ready.”

And then I hang up before she can say anything, before she realizes what’s going on here, what I’ve just worked out for myself.

I’m completely whipped.