Page 16 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

I watch her start to clean up the kitchen, try to work out what it is she still isn’t telling me. Just as I’m about to ask though, she stops, turns to me and smiles.

“How about that shower then?”

I return the smile. “Let me just run this out to the trash,” I say. “But go ahead and get the water warm,” I add, winking at her.

Sarah giggles before heading down to my bathroom.

I gather up the boxes and the trash and head outside. Shoving them into the trash can, I pull it down to the curb, ready for tomorrow’s collection before turning and heading back inside.

But as I walk past Sarah’s car, I freeze at what’s been done to it. The five letters spelling out the word WHORE in bright pink lipstick across her windshield. It definitely wasn’t there when I came home, so whoever did this, has done it recently.

I turn, search the street for any sign of who could have done it, even though I know there can only be one person who could be responsible. One person who seems to have an issue with Sarah and me.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, as I storm back inside the house and grab some things to clean it off. The last thing I need is Sarah seeing this and wondering what the hell it’s about, or more importantly, who did it and why.

Eventually, I get the car clean and I know by the morning, Sarah will be none the wiser.

Me on the other hand, will be paying someone a little visit.

“What took you so long?” Sarah asks, when I step into the shower. “God, you’re freezing,” she says as she pulls me into her arms.

I step under the water, the heat of it burning on my cold skin. “Trash can was knocked over,” I lie. “Had to clean it up.”

“Yuck,” she says, slipping her arms around my waist, her hands moving to my ass. “Let me help you get warm,” she murmurs, pressing up on her toes and kissing me.

I slide my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer as I turn us so her back is against the wall. Sliding my hands to her ass, I grab her and hoist her higher, smiling as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I moan when I feel her hand move down to my dick, her fingers wrapping around my already hard shaft as she slowly starts to stroke me, all thoughts about her car quickly disappearing.

“Sarah, fuck,” I murmur.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” she whispers as she guides me toward her.

I grin, lifting her a little higher as I slide inside her now. “God, you feel good,” I whisper, my mouth on hers as I slowly start to move.

“Harder,” she moans.

I deepen the kiss as I comply with her request, my hips now slamming against hers as I thrust into her, over and over until my head feels like it’s going to explode.

Sarah moves her hand between us, her fingers brushing over my cock before she starts to rub at her clit, her heels digging into my ass and urging me deeper.

“Fuck, Sarah,” I groan. “I’m gonna come.”

“Finn,” she screams just as I feel her clench around me, her head falling back against the shower wall and sending my own body into a freefall as my balls tighten and I explode inside her.

Both of us are breathing harder now, our bodies still joined as we lean against the wall for support. Sarah’s head rests on my shoulder and I can feel her breaths against my neck.

“God, that was just what I needed,” she murmurs.

“Me too,” I admit, even as the memory of what I saw on her car still lingers. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Round two?” she asks, as I lower her to the ground.

I grin. “Don’t you have an early start?”

Sarah swats me on the ass as she turns and gets out of the shower. “You’re worth being sleep-deprived for, Chief,” she says, before she saunters off to my bedroom.

The next morning, Sarah’s alarm rings out early, cutting through the silence in my bedroom. I feel her stir in my arms, the grumbled murmurs about it being too early for this shit that only remind me of how this can’t possibly last.

I reach out and silence her alarm, pulling her against me for a second longer. “I’ll make you some coffee,” I whisper, trailing a hand down her spine.

“I can think of a better way to wake up,” she mumbles, her hand moving between us.

I kiss her in response, letting her do whatever she wants to me, if only so I can hang onto this for a little while longer.

By the time we say our goodbyes, it’s just after six. I know it’s too early to go and pay Carla a visit, so I head into work instead, sending the duty officer home for some much needed sleep.

I distract myself by making some coffee and going over the report from last night.

Nothing much happened, as expected. Nothing ever does in this sleepy ass town.

By eight o’clock, Mavis and Sam are arriving and I know, now is as good a time as any to go and sort this shit out with Carla, once and for all.

Grabbing my jacket, I walk out of my office to let them know I’m popping out for a few minutes. Just as I grab the keys to a squad car though, Carla walks into the station.

Shocked that she’s actually had the gall to show up here, I re-hang the keys and step toward her.

Ignoring me, Carla turns to Mavis and says, “Can I speak with Officer Corcoran, please?”

Mavis turns to me, a confused look on her face that I’m sure mirrors the one on mine. Without giving anything away, I turn back to Carla who still refuses to look at me.

“Carla,” I say, my jaw clenched. “Would you like to step into my office?”

“Officer Corcoran, please,” she repeats, still staring at Mavis. “I have something I’d like to report.”

What the fuck is going on here?