One month laterWhen I hear Clement’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I quickly hide the folded newspaper beneath my school books, but my heart is still bouncing and zigzagging off my rib cage, the bold headline impressed on my memory.Body of Russian Mobster Washes up on Riverbank.In the month since the second fire that almost took my life, there has only been one night when Clement and Nicholas didn’t sleep beside me. They kissed me on the head, made me promise not to open the door…and when they returned home, there was a dark satisfaction in them I should have found alarming.I didn’t.My two lovers are obsessed beyond reason with me. It shows in everything they do. The way they escort me to and from class, help me with projects, encourage me. Their obsession is in the two sets of hands that wash me in the bathtub, usually right before those same hands drag me out with lustful intention, positing me how they need me. It’s in the way they never let a day pass without telling
Sherrif Anita is difficult. She's known as the wicked witch of the west in Troping, and no one likes to see her coming. But she doesn't care. Part of what being a tough Sheriff entails is brooking no room for misbehavior.But there's one person who tries time and time again - and always succeeds in getting under her skin.Fucking Hazel Armani.Her brother, Caleb's best friend.Hazel has secretly been in love with Anita ever since he first laid his eyes on her years ago when Caleb brought him home to his place for a summer holiday. But bro code demands he keep his distance from her, and for years he's managed to keep himself in check. But for how much longer when Anita keeps going out of her way to push his buttons? How can a woman hell-bent on making his life miserable be the woman of his dreams?----------------1: Anita.He’s here again, and this time he’s not alone. Hazel pulls up next to my patrol car in his fancy SUV that costs more than some people’s houses. Emily, who works the
“What’ll it be?” Frostie asks, and I turn my attention away from the window where I watch Anita grinning like she’s the cat that ate the canary.“Just a coffee please. The usual.”“Caramel macchiato with a sprinkle of cinnamon?” she asks, and I nod.“Hey, Frostie, can I ask you something?”“Go for it.” She keeps making my coffee as I move down to the other end of the counter.“When Anita smiles like that, should I be worried?”She laughs, and Emily comes up beside me. “I don’t know what you did to her, but she’s always nice to me.” She thanks Frostie for the donut and goes over to chat with Dr. Grayson, who is having breakfast with her son.“You two just won’t quit.” Frostie sighs and shakes her head.“She started it,” I tease as I drop some cash in the tip jar.“If I were you, I’d steer clear of her today.”“And what would be the fun in that?” I say as I thank Frostie for the coffee, and Emily and I leave Snow Baked.She used to come without me, but then she started mentioning that s
I stare up at the sky as snow starts to fall. We get snow year-round, but it’s thicker and fluffier in the wintertime. I close my eyes and let the flakes hit my face, and although it might be silly, for some reason, the snow can calm me. I don’t know why today I’m more annoyed with Hazel than normal.Are he and Emily a thing now? I thought I’d heard she had a boyfriend overseas. They could have broken up. Did they break up because she and Hazel realized they had a thing for each other? I bet they’d make cute babies.What the hell?! Where did that random ass thought come from? I’m blaming it on my mother. It’s her fault because she’s always going on and on about how she’ll never get grandkids. I have to push all thoughts of babies and Hazel out of my mind.Today has been pretty uneventful, but most days are. There was only one 911 call, and it was from Sally. She was all worked up because her alarm hadn’t gone off. Last week, she claimed someone broke in and replaced some of her light
“It’s late and I’m tired. Remind me again why you’re dragging me out?” I sigh as I shove my hands deeper into my winter coat and walk up the next block with Caleb.“It’s literally across the street, how am I dragging you out? Besides, this will be worth your while.”“Doubt it.” I can even hear the grumble in my own voice.Jingle Bar is the worst bar in Troping. Lucky for us, it also happens to be the only bar. It’s decorated for Christmas year-round like the rest of the town, but this place got stuck in 1975 and hasn’t budged since. The worst part is all the decorations are creepy as fuck, like something your grandmother made you put out every year no matter how much it scared the kids. Oh, and there’s karaoke, which makes this officially the last place I’d ever want to be on a Friday night.It’s not like there’s a lot going on in town, but this isn’t my first or fifteenth choice for entertainment in Troping. Jingle Bar falls right below visiting the fish hatchery on Route 4.The smel
A groan leaves me as I start to wake. I’m so happy I don’t have to work today because there’s no way I could go in. How many shots did I have? Could I still be drunk?I rub my eyes, thinking that this is all Hazel’s fault. He was the reason one shot turned into two and then three. Wait, I think there might have been another three after those. When will his existence stop bothering me?“Frostie, I’m going to need food.”“Your donut is on the nightstand.” My eyes fly open at the sound of Hazel’s voice.What. The. Hell.He’s standing at the end of the bed, and it’s then I notice that the bed isn’t mine. I open and then close my mouth because I have no idea what the hell happened.The night before comes rushing back to me, and I remember Hazel made me leave the bar. I thought he said he was taking me home? What changed? I whimper when I suddenly remember that I threw up in his fancy Mercedes.He stands at the end of the bed with his arms folded over his chest glaring at me. He’s already d
“Fuck,” I grunt as I squeeze the base of my cock and then pull on the long shaft. I’m the thickest I’ve ever been as I think about Anita and her fat tits in my bed. “Fuck,” I say again as I pump faster and faster.I slept beside her all night and watched her toss and turn. Every time I caught a glimpse of her tight nipples, my mouth would water and my cock would leak. Now I’m in my shower Hazeling off while I think about how badly I wanted to pull those pretty panties to the side and lick between her pussy lips. I bet they’re so pretty and soft, and my cock would slide right between them. What I wouldn’t give to have her on my dick.She’s always the fantasy when I rub one out, but now I’ve got a highlight reel in technicolor playing constantly in my head. Every curve and every dip is tattooed in my brain, and now I want her more than ever before. I’ve always had to guess what she looked like under that uniform, and now that I know, it makes it impossible to stay away.The image of her
Why is he here? It can’t really be over a shirt. I got a small peek into his massive closet, and it’s bigger than my whole bedroom and filled with clothes.“No.” I drop my arms and then fold them over my chest again protectively.“No?” He repeats the word, a smile pulling at his lips.“Did I stutter?” He takes a step toward me, and I retreat a step. Damn it! I have to keep space between the two of us. It’s been working for the past few days. It’s been hard to avoid him, but I have to. Not only because I’m embarrassed, but my emotions are all over the place. Now he’s here, and I have to get him to leave.“You didn’t stutter.” He kicks the door closed behind him. Oh crap. What’s happening here? “Now give me my shirt.” He holds his hand out.“Are you serious right now?” I glare up at him, which is hard with him towering over me.“Dead serious.”“You know I’m a cop, right?”“Don’t care,” he clips. The power dynamic has changed, and now I’m not sure I ever really had it.“Clearly because y