Page 52 of The Bodyguard
She tightened up but I pressed her on it. “I need details. You want me to find this guy right? Stop him? I need to know exactly what you saw.”
She nibbled on the bottom of her lip, then finally nodded. “Let me just get my stuff and I’ll tell you everything.”
I relented and let her go. Then I poured us two Cokes over ice and set one on the counter for her. It wasn’t diet. It was a full-on sugar, full-on calories. But I had this sudden compulsion to see her face when she drank it. To watch as the bubbles and the sugar hit her tongue and she lit up again.
Then I wanted to kiss her right after that. Taste the sugar that was the soda, the sugar that was all Brin.
It had been a mistake the other night to kiss her. To find out what I was missing. Because it only made me want more. More was a dangerous path once you started on it.
“Okay,” she said as she breezed back in with her purse set to rights. “What’s that?” she asked me as she stared at the soda.
“It’s a Coke.”
“A real one?”
“Do I look like the type to drink diet, Brin?”
She wiggled her nose. “You don’t look like you drink a lot of Coke, either.”
“I don’t. It’s treat. You know, every now and then just because it tastes good. Kind of like sex.”
She blinked. I don’t know why I said it. She told me the other night that she didn’t care for sex. So she wouldn’t see it as a treat, but I felt some kind of goddamn obligation to her to explain that not all sex was bad.
When done correctly it could be very, very good.
“Are you trying to bully me again?”
“Into sex?” I was doing it deliberately. Putting the word out there between us. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never bully you into something like that.”
She cocked her head. “I meant the soda.”
“Wouldn’t do that, either. It’s not a life or death situation here, Brin. I poured myself a soda and I poured you one, too. Drink it or don’t.”
I waited and watched as she reached for it and took a sip. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as if she was feeling the pleasure course through her entire system. I wanted to watch her do that when I was pushing inside her with my cock. I wanted to see that exact expression, like I was rocking her entire world.
She put the glass down and pushed it away.
“Tastes just like I remembered,” she said quietly. “It was really good. Thank you.”
“Geezus, Brin, don’t you ever just let yourself have?”
She looked at me, and suddenly it was like I was that glass of Coke. And she wanted to drink all of me down. My dick, which was already hard, throbbed. Thankfully I was standing behind the kitchen counter; she didn’t have to see that.
“I thought you wanted to talk about what happened today,” she said as a way to change the subject.
It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped over my head. Here I was thinking about my raging hard-on instead of doing my job. I was the sheriff. It was my duty to protect her as a citizen. Beyond that, I had made a promise to her.
“I do. Tell me exactly what you saw.”
“I was coming out of the Piggly Wiggly and I just felt…like some one was there. Watching me. I turned around and saw him. I remembered the black hoodie from last time…”
“Are you sure it was the same hoodie? I mean, a hoodie is a hoodie. I need you to think. Did you see a face in Dallas?”
She shook her head.
“Did you see a face today?”
She shook her head. “But he pointed at me.” She said it as if she was on the defensive.
