Page 26 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Nine
Kane
I’d been distracted by thoughts of Ryker all damn day. John, my FTO, kept giving me shit, saying how I needed to stop partying so hard the night before an early shift. Little did he know I hadn’t gotten wasted at all, but sex with Ryker had been a high of its own.
No other guy compared to him. Which irritated me.
Getting involved with Ryker was like playing with fire. He’d made it clear he wanted something serious, and I only wanted no-strings-attached fun. Nothing good could come from seeing each other, and it would only end in someone getting hurt. And yet, we still ended up hooking up over and over again. We’d never discussed anything past sex, like he’d said we would.
Not that I’d given him much of a choice. Right when he’d complimented me, my ass had jumped off that bed like it had been on fire.
I’d seen him two more times that week—last night included. The sex the night before had been out of this world amazing, too. I’d fucked him against the wall before moving us to the couch where I’d laid him across the end of the cushion and buried myself balls deep in his perfect ass.
I already wanted to see him again, even though I knew how fucking stupid it was. There hadn’t been any clarifications about what was going on between us. He’d just messaged me wanting to hook up, and then I’d messaged him. No questions asked. Just thecome overmessage and then hours of fucking after that.
Four times with the same guy… something I hadn’t let myself ever do because the more sex you had, the more feelings started getting involved.
“Matthews, eyes ahead,” John barked, not only pulling me from my thoughts but damn near making me piss myself, too. I was riding with him that day, instead of being on my own. It sucked. “What’s gotten into you, boy?”
I clenched my jaw at the wordboy. “Sorry, I—”
“I don’t want your damn excuses,” he snapped, shaking his head as he stared at the road. “Just do better.”
Well don’t fucking ask me what’s up then, I wanted to say, but answered with a, “Yes, sir,” instead.
We were on our way back to the station. Thank god. That day hadn’t been that eventful, just a handful of traffic stops and one domestic disturbance call.
Some dude had been drunk and had showed up at his ex-girlfriend’s house trying to pick a fight. It had been easy enough taking care of him. Once he’d seen us pull into the driveway, he’d put his hands up and acted like we were about to shoot his drunk ass.
The girlfriend hadn’t wanted to press charges, even though it looked like he’d slugged her in the face pretty good. After taking him in and putting him in the drunk tank, we’d gone back out.
All in a day’s work, I guess. If I’d had it my way, I would’ve kicked his ass into next week for beating on a woman, though, especially one half his size. Maybe that was just a trigger of mine; people beating up on people smaller than them.
Devon.I glared out the window at the thought of him. He’d knocked me around and treated me like shit because he could. I’d been small and vulnerable.Well, not anymore, asshole.If he tried it now, I’d put him in his place.
Then, I recalled how I’d basically run out of the gym the other day like a damn coward when I’d seen him. Yeah… that’s so putting him in his place.
“Matthews, did ya hear what I said?”
“Yes, sir,” I lied.
“Good.” John didn’t look like he believed me, but he let it drop.
A few more minutes passed as we drove through Van Buren. I forced myself not to get lost in my head again, knowing how ignorant it made me look in front of the man whose job was to make sure I was trained.
Over the year and a half-ish I’d been a cop, I’d only screwed up a handful of times, and it had never been anything too major. I mean, not really. Just once where I’d punched some dude in the face before arresting him because he took a swing at me first, but whatever. The other time I’d forgotten to read a guy his rights, so the evidence obtained from that arrest had been inadmissible in court.
“Sorry for being so out of it today,” I finally said with a sigh.
“What’s done is done, kid,” he answered in a softer tone than he’d used earlier.
I nodded and looked out the window again.
Our town was small, but some of the sights were damn beautiful. Not like I was a huge scenery guy, but I could appreciate nature, and it was a nice day—warmer than normal for middle of January, although there was still crispness in the air. Perfect camping weather in my opinion because it wasn’t hot but also not freeze your balls off cold.
When I had the time, I loved camping and hiking.
I wonder if Ryker does too.
