He convulsed into me, and although I hadn’t had an orgasm, something about this joining of our bodies was more special and sweet than any before.
When his cock stopped pulsing, he withdrew. He released my hands, and I turned to face him. His dark eyes were sunken and wet, and moist trails lined his face where tears had fallen.
I cupped his cheek, thumbing the remainder of a tear away. I longed to ask him what was wrong, why he was crying, but I knew he would not respond. So I said nothing, and after cupping his cheeks for a few more seconds, I crawled into his arms.
He held on to me, and I burrowed my face into his chest. I inhaled the salty cinnamon masculine aroma. I loved his scent. I loved how I smelled like him for hours after we’d been together. I sometimes hesitated to shower so I could keep the scent on me longer.
He didn’t say anything, didn’t offer any explanation as to why he had been crying. I didn’t ask for one. I just held him, and I let him hold me.
And we came a little bit closer that night.
* * *
“If you just drop the charges, I can get him to pay restitution. I’m almost sure of it.”
“Why should I? The jerk beat the shit out of me. If you’re the new city attorney, aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
I pushed my chair back and sighed into the cell phone. “I’m on the side of the city, Colin. Taking this to trial would be a waste of the city’s resources. You told me yourself that you’re okay. That you didn’t have any lasting effects from the incident.”
“He damn near broke my nose.”
“But he didn’t.” I was surprised he hadn’t. Colin’s nose had been bleeding pretty badly.
“He could’ve broken my ribs the way he was kicking me.”
“And again, he didn’t.”
“Only because I knew how to protect myself by getting in the right position.”
“We can all be thankful that you knew how to protect yourself.” I let out another sigh. “Don’t you need to get back to Denver? You really want to hang around here to testify?”
“I can fly out here anytime to testify. Has your office filed charges yet?”
“Yes, my boss did this morning. But, Colin, this is a misdemeanor assault. He didn’t use a weapon, and you didn’t sustain any lasting injuries.”
“I’m not dropping the charges.” Colin clicked the phone off.
Now what? I’d have to talk to Talon’s attorney and come up with a plea ba
rgain. Would Larry object? I smiled to myself. He couldn’t possibly. He had given me this case. If he objected, I could easily go to the judge and tell him that Larry had given me in this case in spite of all the conflicts. It was my case. I would handle it as I saw fit.
I perused the Colorado criminal statutes. Reckless endangerment carried a maximum sentence of six months in prison and a maximum fine of five hundred dollars. I could probably get Talon to plead down to that and get him a fine instead of prison time. God knew he had the money.
I laughed out loud. I was the prosecution, for God’s sake. The defense should be pleading down the case. Where was O’Keefe? He should be taking care of this.
I pulled his business card out of my briefcase and punched in his number.
“Peter O’Keefe please.”
“May I ask who is calling?”
“Jade Roberts from the city attorney’s office.”
A few minutes later, “Peter O’Keefe here.”
“Mr. O’Keefe, hi, this is Jade Roberts at the city attorney’s office. I’m calling about Talon Steel.”
“Yes, what can I help you with?”