I throw on my robe and head out into the living room. There’s another deputy standing between Trace and Burton. Trace points at Burton. “This asshole doesn’t need to work this case. He already lied and caused problems once today.”
As Burton crosses his arms over his chest and smirks, the other man barely holds Trace back. I rush over and grab hold of his arm. “Just let them do their job so they can get out of my house. I’ll file a formal complaint about the little prank he pulled earlier after we get this resolved.” My threat causes an angry flush to cover the jerk’s face, and his partner pulls him aside to talk to him.
They search the house and find a broken window in my guest bedroom. Someone had tried to break in, and the security alarm must have scared them off. Sheriff Donaldson arrives while the deputies are investigating, and he pulls Trace aside. After looking at everything, he suggests that it’s someone who thought I was still staying at Trace’s house and had no idea there was an alarm system. The two deputies readily agree with the sheriff’s theory, but Trace isn’t convinced. He wants them to thoroughly investigate, but from their attitudes, I doubt much will come of this incident. As Trace and the sheriff cover my window with a board, I think to myself that the side of my house is beginning to resemble a drug den with the bullet holes and boarded-up window. I’m going to be the neighbor everyone hates soon.
We stand on my porch, watching them leave, and Trace turns to me. “Pack up the tiny furball. I’ll take you guys to my house and get you settled in. Roger is going to get his little kitten after all.”
“Wait a minute.” He’s already grabbing Squeaky’s things and throwing them into a bag when I grab his arm. “I’m not moving in with you after one week. I just got the alarm system, and it saved me.” It’s like trying to reason with a brick wall. Trace ignores me and continues packing my kitten’s things.
He turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you coming voluntarily, or do I need to kidnap you? I can’t survive worrying about you non-stop, so I need you to have a little mercy on me and work with me. After we figure out who tried to break in, you can come back here, but until then, I need to know you’re safe. Nothing can get to you at my place.
Trace looks so close to losing it; I stop fighting and head to my bedroom to grab the bag I never did get around to unpacking. He smirks when I walk back into the living room, and I point a finger into his chest. “You’re only getting your way because I don’t want you worrying. I’ll need to come back tomorrow and get my computer and stuff.” He smiles and grabs my bag. While he’s loading the truck, I quickly straighten my mess.
Poor Squeaky is snoozing on the sofa, and I carefully pick her up before setting the alarm and following Trace out. The hair on Roger’s back stands up straight, and he hisses and dances backward across the hall floor when I walk in carrying the white bundle of fur. Squeaky yawns in my arms then stretches and pushes off in an effort to get down. After I place her on the floor, she takes off for the bigger, angry cat. Roger’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as the tiny kitten runs up and playfully swats at him.
Trace walks in the door carrying one of my bags and barks at Roger, “Don’t even think about hurting her. You’ll be an outside cat.” Roger glares at his owner for a second before turning and fleeing up the stairs.
As Squeaky begins to explore her surroundings, I bite my lip. “Are you sure this isn’t going to cause a huge problem?”
Trace drops the bag at the base of the stairs and pulls me into his arms. “Nope, it’s time for the ornery old ass to make a friend.” He kisses me, and all the worries disappear. I’ll worry about everything that happened today some other time.
Chapter 7
Trace
After getting Paige and Squeaky settled back into the guest bedroom, I have a little talk with my asshole roommate. He’s either going to accept the kitten, or we’re going to have major problems. I plan to do everything in my power to get Paige here as often as possible until she finally stays, so the ornery old cat needs to accept his fate.
I stare at the ceiling for a couple of hours and eventually say, “Fuck it.” There’s no way I’m going to get any sleep, so I subject myself to an ice-cold shower then decide maybe a little alcohol will cool my overheated body down some. As I pass in front of Paige’s room, I can’t resist peeking inside to assure myself she’s okay. Seeing her curled up on her side with Squeaky snuggled in next to her head softens my heart and hardens my cock. Hopefully, the whiskey will help me make it through the night without doing permanent damage from overaggressive jacking off. Surely, there’s a healthy limit, and I’m sure I surpassed it a day or two after meeting Paige.
As I’m sitting in a recliner on my pool deck, drinking the cheap whiskey right out of the bottle, I hear a creaking noise behind me and spin around to find Paige standing in the doorway. The dim light from the kitchen is shining through her white nightgown, showing off her delicious, curvy body perfectly. She blinks sleepily and pushes her wild hair back from her beautiful heart-shaped face. I’m unable to stop the groan that escapes my throat when my dick turns rock-hard in my pajama pants. Turning back to face the pool, I take a huge sip of the whiskey before speaking. “What are you doing up?” My voice sounds like an eighty-year-old man’s.
“I heard you moving around and wanted to check on you.” She walks over and runs her soft hand over my shoulders. My eyes cross as my dick begs for attention.
Paige’s hand continues down my shirtless chest, and I cover her hand with mine. “I can’t take any more of your torture. I’m barely hanging on.”
Holy shit, I nearly come in my pants when she pulls her gown out of the way and straddles my legs. “I wasn’t trying to torture you. It was more of a seduction attempt.”
I reach up and thread my hand through her soft curls and bring her face down to mine. “Then, by all means, continue.” Paige bites my bottom lip then slips her tongue inside my mouth. As her soft body melts into mine, I feel her luscious breasts press against my chest through the thin material, and I grip the armrest and pray for the control not to embarrass myself.
Paige leans back and pulls her flimsy gown over her head, and I feel the cum leaking into my pajama pants as my eyes move down her stunning body. The moonlight shines off her beautiful skin, and my heartbeat races in my chest. I reach around her and grab the bottle of whiskey, taking a huge sip to cool myself off, then lean forward to wrap my lips around one of her tight little nipples.
As her sigh floats off into the breeze, I suck hard on the tight bud while taking hold of her hips and pulling her down to ease the pain in my dick. Each time I pull her down to meet my upward thrust, I can feel her heat soaking through the layers of cloth separating us. Paige reaches between us, slips her hand into the front of my pants, and begins to slide her hand over my aching cock.
I moan around her flesh. “Fuck, I need you too much.” Then I switch to the other breast. I slide my fingers under the band of her tiny thong and find bare flesh. Her juices coat my two fingers when they slide into her tight pussy. I apply pressure to her clit while circling my fingers, and her silky flesh grips me so snuggly, I’m wondering how I’ll get my dick to fit into her tightness.