wide until there wasn’t a police officer in the precinct
who didn’t know that I was a crazy ex-girlfriend who’d tried to fuck over a fellow
officer.”
“What a dickhead,” Cole said in disgust.
“I didn’t have a friend left in that department or on my team. No one
wanted
to believe that one of their own could be dirty, so it was far easier to believe
his made-up bullshit. And there was also the fact that not everyone on S.W.A.T. was
overjoyed that a woman had joined their ranks anyway, so Derek didn’t have to work
hard to discredit me in their eyes.”
“Wow,” Cole said, shaking his head. “That is some fucked-up shit.”
“So I walked away, and I still hate myself for giving up that easily. I was devastated
because I honestly didn’t see that coming. I did what I thought was the right thing
and it was the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life. But I couldn’t just stand
by and let him continue what he was doing, because it was wrong, and I thought it
would be as simple as telling the commander what I knew to be true and that the situation
would be resolved. I learned the hard way that sometimes it is the wisest choice to
just sit back and say nothing at all.”
“Bullshit,” Cole said.
She looked up in surprise at the explosive outburst.
“You did the right thing, P.J. Don’t ever doubt yourself on that count. You did the
right thing and they didn’t. That’s on them. Not you.”
“But I’m the one who lost,” she said in a bitter tone.
“I’m sorry for the way it went down, but I’m not sorry you walked away, because it
brought you to our team. To me.”
She was startled by the hint of emotion she heard in his voice. He levered up on one
elbow, turned so they were much closer now and reached up to cup her cheek. He pulled
her down into a tender kiss, and this time he took his time exploring, slowing the
pace from their earlier reckless haste.
Slowly but with a firm hand, he nudged her over onto her back, his mouth never leaving
hers.
Where before they’d been impatient and eager, now he seemed determined to be patient
and gradual.
“I’m glad you came to KGI,” he murmured into her mouth. “I can’t imagine the team
without you.”
She felt him reaching toward the nightstand, and then a moment later he rose up just
enough that he could roll on the condom, and a bare second after, he slid into her
in one firm push.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him even closer
until they were molded against each other, flesh on flesh, no part of their bodies
not touching in some way.
He rocked and undulated his hips, leisurely drawing out their pleasure, all the while
making love to her with his mouth. Covering her face and neck with tender kisses.
It was a complete change from earlier when every kiss, every touch had been hot and
frantic, almost a race to completion. That had been sex. Pure, unadulterated, hot
sex.
But this?
This was different, and it unsettled her even as she allowed herself to fall over
the edge with him. Because this wasn’t just sex. It felt a hell of a lot like making
love. And she hadn’t reached that point with Derek even after two years of being with
him.
CHAPTER 4
THE peal of an obnoxious cell phone ringtone startled P.J. into wakefulness. She’d been
having the most awesome, erotic dream, and it irritated her to be so rudely yanked
from it.
She stretched and yawned, feeling oddly rested, and promptly bumped into a hard male
body.
Her eyes flew open. Oh shit.
David Coletrane was in her bed.
She’d had hot monkey sex with Cole.
They’d also made tender, sweet love, and maybe that was what bothered her the most,
because she couldn’t just brush it aside as a one-night stand. Couldn’t chalk it up
to blowing off some steam and walk away from it, pretending it never happened.
She was so fucked and now she had to face the awkward
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