Maggie eases her shorts off, revealing she isn’t wearing anything underneath. Gripping my dick, I tease her, rubbing the head up and down the crack of her backside. Her back arches and she wiggles her butt in an attempt to get me where she craves me the most. Kissing her shoulders, I take my time, wanting to savor every second, wanting to savor her.
My skillful fingers move inside her velvet heat, her arousal coating my thick digits. My girl is so ready for me. This is what I want, a life with June, Maggie whatever her name is. It doesn’t matter. I’ll find a way to get her out of this mess. She’s mine and no one will come between us. I’ll make sure of that. Holding her shoulder, I ease into her from behind, slowly. Inch by delicious inch.
Her body trembles to my touch. She’s so responsive to every thrust. Every kiss as we make love. That bag isn’t her safety net I am. I want to be the man she needs. The man she runs to. The man she wants to wake up lying next to every morning. I want her to know she’s safe in my arms and I am never letting go.
**
The next morning everything Maggie told me is weighing heavily on me. The drugs. The money. It goes against everything in me not to turn her in. I won’t do that though. I love Maggie and what kind of future will we have if she’s in jail. We won’t have one. I know I need to speak with Carly and find out what she knows without it being obvious I know she left that note stuck in Maggie’s door. When I looked at it before I left this morning, I recognized the handwriting. I called her work, but they said she isn’t in today. I even called Roger as much as I hated doing so. I gave him a piece of my mind too for pulling that stunt with Maggie. He simply can’t let me be happy. I don’t know what I ever did for him to betray me every chance he gets but I’m done.
When he went behind my back with Carly, I never confronted him. I was hurt and angry. I only wanted to be left alone. I kept my distance and pretended the two of them never existed as best I could. I wasn’t spiteful. I wasn’t vengeful. But him trying to kiss Maggie, if I run into the bastard, I’m going to knock his teeth in.
Chapter 10
The past few days have been intense. I still haven’t moved the bag from under my bed. I think a part of me was hoping that Calder would turn me in, so it would finally be over. Carly has been avoiding Calder. Dodging his calls and slipping out at work whenever he stops by. Even her car has been gone from the house she shares with her slimy husband. I still can’t believe that jerk tried to kiss me. Did he think I would be open to fucking him? The thought makes me sick. I should probably take the money and run before trouble comes knocking on my door. It is only a matter of time before Flip finds out where I am now that Carly knows who I am and where I am from.
Calder tells me to trust him and let him handle things, but he doesn’t know Flip. He won’t turn the other cheek if he learns of my whereabouts. He’ll come for me and everything will come crashing down. I’ll probably be arrested for killing Chris even though it was an accident. I ran and that alone makes me look guilty. I should have told Calder about Chris, but I hesitated and panicked. I just couldn’t do it. He was saying how much he loved me and how he’d do anything to protect me. I couldn’t turn around and say oh by the way I think I killed my ex-boyfriend. That would have been too much even for someone as good and wonderful as him.
I didn’t tell him that I had a nightmare about Chris. I dreamed he was standing outside my bedroom window staring at me. At least it felt like a dream. I woke up around five this morning because I had this feeling like someone was wa
tching me and when I looked to the window, I saw his face. I had to have been half asleep and dreaming vividly. There is no way that could have been Chris. I saw him lying on the floor. I saw how much blood he was losing from the stab wound. He wasn’t breathing, and I couldn’t find a pulse.
The duffle bag is sitting on my bed now taunting me. I know I need to leave but I don’t want to lose Calder. How do I give him up when he is all I want? I’m pacing around the apartment trying to come up with a plan. Any plan but my mind is drawing a blank. All I can think about is Calder and the life I want with him. He’s a dream come true. He loves me, and he is so good to me. He treats me with respect and makes feel cherished. Like I matter.
If I tell him about Chris now, I’ll lose him for sure. I had my chance and I blew it. I know what I have to do and maybe in time I can come back, and he’ll forgive me. I’m doing this for him. So my mistakes don’t cost him. If his boss finds out that he knew I had stolen money and drugs right under their noses he’ll lose his job and I know how much being a cop means to him. I won’t jeopardize his career. I can’t do that to him. I love him too much. I wish I could be selfish and keep pretending but I can’t.
I grab a few necessities and stuff them in the bag enough to hide the drugs and money. Everything else will have to be left behind. I don’t know where I am going or how in the hell I am getting there but I know I have to go. I walk through Calder’s apartment one more time. He left the door open yesterday morning and told me that he wanted it to stay that way. So he can see me anytime he wants to. It was so sweet. I bite my bottom lip wishing I could go back in time to the moment we first met so I could do things differently. At least I would like to believe that I would.
I pick up his cologne and give it a sniff. It smells good but not the same as it does on his skin. Picking up a picture frame with a photo of him in his uniform I am tempted to take it, so I can carry him with me wherever I go but it will be easier to move on without any reminders. I even lay on his bed and hug his pillow to my chest recalling the first time we came close to having sex. I wanted him badly, desperately. I knew then I was falling in love with him. And because I love him it’s time for me to go. I go back to my apartment through our shared door and close it. Closing the door on us. On my heart. On him.
I want to leave him a note explaining myself and why I am leaving but I don’t want to encourage him to look for me. I probably shouldn’t leave it behind because I will need it, but I leave my fake ID and the brick of drugs on the table.
I shut off the TV and open the door to see a dead man staring back at me.
“Going somewhere, June?” He smirks at me and I feel sick. At least I know I didn’t kill him but in this moment being face to face with him after all this time I wish that I had. He shoves my shoulder and pushes me back through the door.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“Don’t try anything stupid.” He looks past me and sees the drugs on the table. “Good. I knew you weren’t completely stupid. Where’s my money?”
I clear my throat. “I have it. It’s in the bag. You can take it and the drugs and leave no one will ever know you were here. I swear it, I won’t tell anyone.”
“No, you won’t. But you see, June. It’s not that simple. Do you know that I nearly died because of what you did to me? I had a concussion and you left me lying there on that floor to rot. If Flip hadn’t called in an anonymous tip, you’d be wanted for murder. I could have turned you in, but I didn’t.” He tugs on a strand of my hair and I flinch. “Nice touch, coloring your hair but nothing can hide what a lying whore you are. I’ve missed you.” He slides the bag off my arm, and it drops to the floor. “Have you missed me?”
I take a deep breath not knowing what to do or say to him.
“Take a seat. I haven’t decided what I am going to do with you.” He shoves me down by my shoulder onto the couch.
“How did you find me?”
He rubs his chin and grins. “Seems you makes friends as easily as you always have. Some broad called in a tip to the cops, only Flip had one of his guys on his payroll filtering through the calls and here I am.”
“If you don’t get out of here soon my neighbor will be home anytime now and he’s a cop. A good cop.”
“Oh, you mean the guy you’ve been fucking. Yeah. I saw you two through the window. I am surprised you didn’t tell him you saw me this morning. I am thankful you didn’t.” He unzips the bag. “Is it all here?”
“Yup,” I lie.
“Too good to spend Flip’s money? I’m not, Though I’ll be sure to tuck some back and tell him it was you.”