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It also exposed her neck, which had a bruise starting to form from where I’d sucked her skin between my teeth when I was inside of her…

My cock swelled in my sweatpants, and I disappeared into her laundry room to hide the evidence.

I pressed the palm of my hand against it and waited.

It didn’t take long.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Jessamy sigh as she went to answer it.

The bank of security monitors could be seen from my vantage point, giving me a great view of the door.

Dempsey was standing there, her department-issued cowboy hat in her hand, as she stared at Jessamy who’d answered the door, but blocked the opening with her body.

“How did you get inside my gate?” Jessamy started out with.

Oh, boy.

Thirteen

I’m not the smartest person, but at least I didn’t post ‘did anyone hear that boom’ on the local neighborhood Facebook page.

—Jessamy to Black

Jessamy

I was angry.

Mostly because I knew this woman didn’t like me, and she’d come onto my property. She’d then used a code that I hadn’t given her to come up to my front door.

I was also pretty mad because I knew that she would heavily disapprove of what Black and I had done this morning.

She’d probably look at me like I was corrupting him.

As if it hadn’t been him showing up at my house last night on his own. As if it hadn’t been his hands that’d done the climbing up my shirt this morning. As if…

The knock had sounded, and I’d walked to the door slowly, very aware that I looked freshly fucked.

I’d seen the bruise on the side of my neck earlier from where his mouth had been.

My hair was a rat’s nest, and the only thing that I could do to corral it without showering was throwing it up into a ponytail.

I had beard burn on my throat, too.

There was no missing what I’d done.

I may not have had sex myself before now, but I’d seen the evidence on other women.

The knock sounded again, this time more forceful.

I sighed, opened it, and blocked the opening with my body.

“How did you get inside my gate?” I asked.

Dempsey didn’t look affected by my anger.

“There’s a code in the notes on your file.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to walk in,” I pointed out. “First, you need to announce yourself.”