Page 27 of Kane's Awakening
Goddammit, Ihadto stop thinking of him. His profile from that hookup app popped in my head, and I remembered that yes, he’d mentioned something about liking the outdoors.
John pulled into the station and shut off the ignition. “Get out of my car.”
I did as he said, forcing the grin from my face. I suspected he wasn’treallyticked off, but my zoning out all day had kind of put him in a mood. He got out, too, following me inside the building.
Craig, a guy I was closest to on the force, looked up from his computer and smirked. “What did ya do to piss John off?”
“Nothing,” I answered, going to the desk. “Just his usual face.”
He gave me a ‘what-the-fuck-ever’ look and rolled his brown eyes. “Yeah, and I like pussy. Seems like we’re both lyin’ assholes.”
“Do you kiss your momma with that mouth?”
“Nah, but I kiss yours,” he responded with a shit-eating grin. “She told me to tell you hi.”
“Ah, okay,” I said. “That must’ve been when I was fucking your boyfriend. Got it.”
After wadding up a piece of paper, he threw it at me. “Like my man would ever go for a dipshit like you.”
Craig was a cop, but he’d had an incident his first few weeks on the job that had given him reservations about working in the field. He didn’t like going into details about it, but from what other officers had said, it’d been something to do with a car accident where a family with three kids had been involved. Craig had been the first on the scene and had held one of the kids as they died.
That would fuck anyone up, in my opinion.
Now, he mostly worked the front desk as a receptionist, wrote out the reports, and helped with bookings. The rest of us called him the office bitch sometimes, but it was all in good fun.
We’d started talking one day when I’d been ordered to work desk duty after one of my screw-ups. It had been a slow day, and we’d passed the time giving each other crap in between the boring-as-hell filing. Since then, he’d become not only my best friend at work, but probably my best friend period.
Most of the guys I’d hung out with in high school had either moved away or started their own families and didn’t have the time anymore. And honestly, I only had one kind of hanging those days anyway, and it was the kind none of them would be interested in.
Once I finished up, I changed out of my uniform and into a pair of jeans and a gray, long sleeved shirt that I pushed up to my elbows. I called Craig an asshole, and he retorted by calling me a cocksucker, and then I walked outside to my truck.
My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, and I pulled it out to see a message from Ryker. I still didn’t have his number, even though we’d met up several times to fuck. All of our messaging had been through the hookup app.
Ryker:Hey, I hope you had a good day today.
Sir Fuckington:Hey ;) yeah, it was an okay day I guess. How about you?
Ryker:Great. Listen, Kane… I think we need to talk.
My face heated, even though cold air blew across it. I got inside my truck and started it, but sat there a while, just holding my phone and wondering what the hell he wanted to talk about.
We need to talkwas never good in any relationship, including sexual ones. It meant that what came after would change things, for better or for worse. I’d only been with him four times, but I craved to see him again—to kiss that full bottom lip and to hear his moans as I drove myself in and out of him.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye quite yet. But I couldn’t give him what he wanted.
Sir Fuckington:Ok…what do you wanna talk about?
Ryker:I can’t even take you seriously with that username lol here’s my number. I can’t believe we haven’t exchanged them yet.
The next message was his number, so I copied it into my contacts. I decided to drive home first before texting him.
My head was kind of in a weird place, and I was both eager to know what he wanted to say, but also fucking nervous. It was an uncomfortable situation all around and was the reminder I needed to remember why I didn’t do relationships. They were complicated.
Complicated and I didn’t mix well.
When I walked through the door, Molly jumped up on me, and my sour mood was forgotten. That girl had my heart in her damn paws. She made any bad day better. I scratched behind her ears and let her give me kisses.
For a German Shepherd she was on the smaller side, but still the most beautiful girl in the world.
