Chapter 19

"Hey," I whisper, my eyes still protectively closed against the light coming through the blinds. "Good morning."

She's curled into me. Her back is warm against my stomach and chest, and that sweet-smelling hair tickles my face. It's been tickling my face all night, but I don't dare sweep it away. I want to keep it on my face as long as possible until we have to get up and face each other in court. Dread sinks into my stomach, but I can't decide if it's dread of making her feel bad about herself in court or dread that I have to leave her bed in a few minutes.

Maybe both.

She stirs beside me, and I tighten my arm that's thrown over her side. Kissing the back of her neck, I inhale deeply as her hand reaches back and strokes my morning scruff as if surprised to find a man in her bed.

Please don't let her regret last night. I can't bear it.

"I need a shower," she mumbles. "Some guy got me all messy."

I chuckle and smile into her shoulder and playfully bite it, tasting the salt of her skin.

And I did get her messy. I fucked her again before we finally fell asleep with our legs tangled. She snores, but I made sure she fell asleep first so I could watch her sleep for a few minutes. That may sound creepy, but I prefer to think of it as a protective instinct.

I reach between her thighs, stroking her gently and finding stickiness there. "You don't need to shower. You could just show up to court with my come still running down your legs, and I could look across the table from you and smile."

She pushes me away. "You"re positively lewd, Liam Lane." She sits up, pulls the sheet over her tits, and looks like a work of art. The way she sits in the sun as the dust motes float around her makes me want to pull her back into bed, pull the sheets up, and kiss every inch of her, sticky thighs or not. "Want to hop through the shower with me? We could share water. It could be your good deed for the day."

She's already to her shower when I swing my legs out of bed and pad to the bathroom completely naked. I've dreamed about showering with her, and this seems surreal. In fact, I half expect to wake up in my lonely bed without her like last night was a figment of my imagination.

The steam fills the bathroom quickly, and we both duck into the shower, rinsing ourselves under the hot water. I slink an arm around her, and she shampoos my hair as I kiss her. Electricity moves through my body as she lathers my hair and the suds roll down my back. I don't break the kiss, but I lean over to grab shampoo and start washing her hair for her, dragging my fingers through the long hair to detangle it.

Her eyes close for most of the shower, luxuriating in the hair wash and my hands moving soap around her body, up her legs, up her stomach, over those perfect breasts, and even between her butt cheeks. I give her butthole a jaunty little touch with my index finger, and she bites my chest.

Fuck, I'm going to be late for work, but I don't care.

But she can't be late today. I could not show up and nobody would care. If she doesn't show up to court, a warrant goes out. "We need to get you to court," I mumble as she lathers soap in her hands and starts to wash me.

Unfortunately, she also drags her hand over my dick a moment later, and I lose all sense of reason. "OK, Liam. This has to get clean first, though. I got it all kinds of dirty last night, didn't I?" she taunts.

"Fuck yeah, you did. It's all kinds of filthy. Better get the balls. They got dirty."

"I came so hard on you. No telling what's on this monster dick." She looks down at me and licks her lips. My hands grab the soap dispenser on the wall because I know where this dirty little bitch is going, and I don't want to fall down in pleasure. "In fact, I think I need to make sure it's extra clean. It could use a good spit shine."

I don't answer her taunt. I lean my head back on the cold tile that's in contrast to the hot water beating down my chest and grip her wet hair in a ponytail as she slides down my body. "Lorelei," is all I can whisper.

"Someone needs an unholy trinity."

I raise my head and look down at her. Fuck, there are those sexy doe eyes looking up at me. The eyes every man wants on them while they get their dick sucked. "What's an unholy trinity?"

She smiles an evil smile that reminds me how bad this girl is for civilized society and takes a long lick up my cock, humming in approval the whole way. "Well," she starts. She sucks the tip of my dick and pulls hard, flicking her tongue over the hole at the same time. "You'd think it would have something to do with me sucking your dick."

"Yes, ma'am. I'd like that, please."

"But I'm not going to do that."

"What?" I ask, suddenly terrified I've been hoodwinked and will have to walk into work with this monster stiffy.

"I'm going to lick it clean. Then, I'll just jerk it. Those are the first two parts. I'm going to jerk your dick while I suck on your balls and work on getting them clean."

"That's nice. More of that," I nod, panting. Shit, this woman is going to kill me.

"Don't you want to hear the third part?"

"The third part?"

"It's an unholy trinity, Liam. I'm going to do three things to set you on fire."

"Do I want to know?" I ask in a high-pitched voice that I haven't used since my balls dropped in seventh grade.

She drags her tongue up my dick one last time, grips my cock in one hand, and takes my left testicle into her mouth like it's a spoonful of mashed potatoes. She sucks on it and jerks me off, and I think I'm having a stroke. My arms stiffen, my heart pounds out of rhythm, and I can't speak.

Fuck, I'm having a stroke in a pot baker's shower. If I die here, the entire department will talk. Everyone will think I was on the take, and Chase will have to defend himself against…

I jump suddenly, yelping. "What the fuck?"

"Funny that you think it's fine to nuzzle my butthole, but you don't like it when I do it." Lorelei looks up at me, her eyelashes wet from the running water. Drops run down her smiling face, and she still works me with her hand, knowing just how to drive me fucking bonkers as she runs her soapy hand all the way from base to tip. "Fair is fair."

"My asshole is exit only."

"You may really like it. Come on, Liam. Just one finger."

"God, you're a drug pusher and a butthole pusher."

She laughs, and the water that was on her lips sputters to the drain. "A butthole pusher? Is this a highway rest area?"

"I can't think of an actual word for it, but you're evil. It's like the people that jump out from behind trees and offer innocent people drugs."

"Are you saying that I jumped out at you and asked, ‘Hey baby, you want to try a finger in your butthole? Just once won't hurt.'"

I moan as she dips down and takes my right ball in her mouth. She sucks this one even harder, and I arch my back against the tile, my toes curling against the white linoleum. I grip her hair hard, fisting it again so I can at least look like I'm dominant, but her mouth and hand feel so good that I'm dough in her hand. I wriggle against the linoleum, look up to the ceiling, and let the evil pot baker slide her middle finger into my asshole.

God damn me to hell, but I even open my legs a little. "You filthy little bitch."

She hums against my ball before moving to the other side, which is good because it was getting lonely. Even in the hot water, her mouth is warmer on my balls, and when she's not touching or licking me, I feel cold. Her hand expertly works my cock.

And that finger…

I now know why people talk about the prostate like it's the epitome of sexual pleasure. The tip of her finger bumps against it once, and I whine like a hurt animal.

But I'm not hurt. Dear God, I'm not fucking hurt.

She startles a little when I whine. Thankfully, she figures out what she did and moves back to it while I make another sound I've never made before. Fuck, I don't even know where I am right now.

"Right there, Liam?" she coos. "Is that what my big, tough, mean police officer likes?"

"Fuck!" I moan, fisting her hair and concentrating only on not falling on my face or on her in the shower.

I'm done.

Lost.

Fucked.

Ruined.

Shattered.

Destroyed.

I'm fucking in love. If I can't have this woman in her entirety, I'm going to marry her middle finger.

I pitch forward and hold myself up on the other side of the shower stall as I curl into my orgasm. When my balls tighten around her tongue, she moves her mouth to the end of my cock and swallows every drop I give her.

"Lorelei, you're out of coffee!" I yell. It's not like she can hear me. She's showering alone now. Apparently, I'm too much of a distraction in there. I was kicked out, shirtless, to go make coffee before court starts in less than two hours.

I rummage around her cupboard and find green teabags, and I quickly fill up two mugs with water, stick the teabags in, and pop both mugs into the microwave as I busy myself with toast. At least she has bread and butter.

When the microwave and toaster go off at the same time, I butter the toast, humming to myself about the fantastic sex I've had in the last eight hours. I figured she'd be as much of a pistol in bed as she is outside of it, but last night and this morning with her was next level. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun in bed.

And the fucking feelings. I felt things I can't even admit to myself this morning.

I take the tea out of the microwave and steep the tea bags while I look for sugar. I know I saw a sugar bowl when I was here the night I took her to the station. Looking through the cabinets, I finally find it.

Empty.

How is a baker out of sugar? I can't have a cup of tea without sugar in it. I could, but it wouldn't be pleasant, and I don't have time to fuck around without a hot beverage this morning. I've never been able to drink straight tea.

I blow out a sigh and look around. She has to have some Splenda or Sweet ‘n Low that'll do in a pinch.

I open the cabinet to the right of the sink and look around for small packets or even a large bag of bulk sugar. Every spice known to man is in here, and her cinnamon tumbles to the counter. She's a baker, so it makes sense to have every spice in existence, but it takes me a full minute to find the small bear container of honey in the back of the cabinet right behind where her large container of cinnamon was a moment ago.

I squeeze a small amount of honey into a spoon and give it a taste to make sure it's good. I don't think honey expires, but I'm not sure how long it's been at the back of the cabinet. I lick it, swirling the taste around on my tongue. It seems fine. There's a slight undertaste I can't place, but I squeeze more honey into a spoon, grab the mugs from the counter, and circle the spoon around my steaming cup of tea, leaving hers alone because I don't know if she drinks it straight.

The shower turns off, and I sip the hot liquid and nibble on toast, waiting for her to come into the kitchen so I can make her something else to drink if she doesn't want tea. I take my mug to the refrigerator and sip it while I peruse the contents of her fridge.

"Making yourself at home?" she asks, coming into the kitchen and giving me a wry smile. She looks down, and her shoulders slouch.

"Just looking through your fridge. My mother always said you can tell a lot about someone by their bathroom cabinets and their refrigerator contents."

She purses her lips and looks around the kitchen, not meeting my eyes. "Why are you being so shy?" I ask. "You weren't shy a few minutes ago with your finger up my butthole." I smile at her and wink over the mug as I raise it to my mouth and take a huge gulp. I have to go home and change, so I need to drink this fast.

She smiles again and takes the towel off her head. Shaking out her long hair, water drips onto the floor. "What should I wear to this court shitshow today? What would make me show my fining officer that I'm really an upstanding citizen?"

I walk to her and kiss her forehead. "If you want an arresting officer to think you're an upstanding citizen, you probably shouldn't finger the hell out of his prostate before court, sweetheart. Just a tip."

"It was just the tip," she mumbles, and I reach around and playfully slap her butt. She giggles and pulls away. "Are we going to talk to each other after this morning?"

"Do you mean after the unholy trinity or after court?" I ask.

"Court."

I take another big gulp of tea and look down at the mostly empty mug, swirling it and wishing I could drown myself in what's left of it instead of going to court. "I hope so. I hope you'll still talk to me when I call you tonight and ask you to dinner."

She playfully smacks my shoulder and smiles again until she sees the container of honey on the counter. She goes quiet, tilts her head to the side, and I can practically see the gears moving in her head as she blinks twice. I follow her eyes and shrug. "You're out of sugar. I hope it's fine that I looked through your cabinets and used the honey."

Her face is unreadable, and her expression moves from numb to hysterical in the course of a few seconds. She grabs my mug, notices the dregs at the bottom, and covers her mouth with one hand. Her expression is one of horror, even as her lips turn up at the corners. She backs away from me, wide-eyed and shaking her head.

"What? What's wrong. Is this rat poison or something?"

"Depends on what Officer Lane considers poison." She nods at the honey jar. "You ate infused honey, Liam. You're going to be as high as a kite in about an hour."