"Then I better make it good, and I better make it fast," he tells me while pounding into me.
"And hard," I pant out between thrusts. "Make it hard." That is all I have to say as he fucks me harder, faster, and better than he did yesterday, and he does it so good my toes curl, and I come again and again and again.
We leave his house at the same time, him dressed for work and me wearing his basketball shorts that I had to tie on the side and his T-shirt. He kisses me on my lips then my cheek then my neck. "You sure you don't want to stay here in my bed all day? I don't mind if you pleasure yourself if you send me pictures."
I laugh out, pushing him away from me. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine. I'm going to go home and start dinner. I have to work tomorrow, so it has to be an early night for me."
"Okay, I'll text you when I finish and I'm heading home." He walks away, but I have a nagging feeling in my stomach.
"Which home?" I ask him before he unlocks his door.
"Wherever you sleep, that's my home. So if you're at your place that's home. If you're here this is home." He winks at me, getting in, leaving me standing here with butterflies in my stomach and my heart soaring. I'm his home. The good thing is he's my home.
I wave at him as he drives away and get into my car. Making my way home, I call Lori, but it goes straight to voice mail. I leave her a message to call me.
I go over a list of things to do in my head. By the time I finally get home, I have a plan in my mind. I unlock the door and walk in, dumping my purse on the couch. I then walk around the living room, dining room, and kitchen, opening the blinds. They have been shut for almost two days. I stop in the kitchen to open the back door as well and the window above the sink.
I turn around and yell at Trevor, who is standing right behind me, his face sad. His eyes look tired, almost like he hasn't slept. "Oh my God, you scared me." I put my hand on my chest to stop my heart from beating out.
"I knocked. I guess you didn't hear me," he says while coming into the kitchen. "I waited all night for you guys to come home. I was worried. No one answered my texts," he says while advancing on me.
My mouth goes dry, and right before it looks like he is going to grab me the front door swings open.
"Mom, I'm home."
I choose this time to walk past him.
She sees me walking in with Trevor following me. "Hey, I didn't know we were hanging out today." She looks at Trevor while taking off her shoes and sweater.
"I texted you, but you didn't answer," he says to her in a soft voice. "I was worried."
She looks at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. My phone died yesterday, and I didn't have my charger. But now you're here. Want to continue watching 90 Day Fiancé?" she says, going to get the remote and turning the television on. He walks past me and throws himself down on the couch.
"Yeah, let's watch that. I want to see if Nicole and Azan actually get married." He gives me a sad smile. "Sorry if I scared you before, Marissa," he tells me before turning his head and watching the show.
Two hours later, they are still watching the show, but he has dozed off. Looking at him from the kitchen table while I look through the fliers, the hair on my neck rises, thinking about him outside all night waiting for us. I make a note to ask Daniel more about him and his story.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Mick
I drive away from her with a smile on my face. Life is fucking good. By the time I get to the precinct, I'm fucking whistling. Jogging up the steps, I see Jackson already at his desk with Thomas at his and Chris typing away.
"Morning, guys," I say, whipping my sunglasses off.
"Morning? You mean afternoon," Thomas says, smirking at me. "I see you got over that bullshit." He leans back in his chair.
Jackson, who is also leaning back in his chair, snickers at his desk.
"Assholes." I sit at my desk, opening up the case file on my desk. "Okay, boys, what do we have?" I ask, reading through the notes.
Chris looks up. "What do we have? A fucking clusterfuck. I can't believe that Lori was caught there. I told her it was not a good idea." He opens his drawer, taking his keys, then slamming it back, and walking out.
"What the fuck was that?" Thomas asks, and Jackson just looks at me with questions in his eyes. Questions we will ask later.
"So the toxicology came back. The kids were slipped Flakka."
"What the fuck is Flakka?"
"According to the reports online Flakka, also known as gravel, the drug is a mix between potent hallucinogens like LSD and stimulants like ice," Jackson says.
"So how strong is it?" I ask, confused.
"It can be as strong as crystal meth and cocaine. It's a new drug just hitting the street. Called the cheap man's crack. Actually, crack smokers are now buying this because it's a five-dollar insanity. That is what the kids are calling it." Jackson rocks back and forth in his chair.
I look over at Chris, who just walked back in with a coffee in his hand. We look over at him, all of us asking silent questions. He looks at us and shakes his head no. I nod at him, hoping he knows we are going to definitely have a talk about this.
"So the kids are either smoking it, snorting it, or drinking it. From what we suspect it was slipped into the punch that Farah made. We took a sample and forensic toxicologists have said it's a match to Flakka," Thomas throws in.
"We need to get a statement from Anthony, who is the last kid in the hospital. He just woke up yesterday. His body had a reaction to it, and it almost shut down. Two other kids ended up having delusions at the hospital. One thought if he went on the roof he could fucking fly. Got on his bed to show the nurses and fell flat on his face. Broke his nose and his cheekbone. Another kid thought the machines were talking to her. She said they were putting ants into her brain," Chris says. "We are missing one statement and the kid hasn't called me back. Trevor White."
Jackson and I both look at each other, but I speak first. "That is the kid that brought Lori to the party. They go to school together."
Chris moves the papers on his desk. "Yeah, I have nothing on him. I heard he was in the sobriety meeting. He has a juvie record, but it's sealed, so we are trying to get a warrant to get it opened. But till then I want to speak with him."
"Okay, first thing first, let's get to the hospital and speak with Anthony. Thomas and Chris, you can see if there have been any other Flakka outbreaks recently in the area. If this shit is hitting the streets it'll be just a matter of time till it's in the fucking schools," Jackson says, getting up.
I get up, grab my glasses, and stop by Chris's desk. "We need a minute later. Yeah?" I tell him before following Jackson out.
When we get into the car, I slip into the passenger side. There's an envelope on the seat. "What is this?" I ask him.
He looks over at me. "That's from Jason. Dropped it off this morning. I didn't think you would want to open this with everyone around."
I look down at the brown manila envelope, my heart beating a little bit fast. Opening it up, I pull out pictures of Sandie and who I assume is Jason's best friend. Jason's best friend, who is clearly not Caucasian. I laugh and show Jackson the picture of both of them in a park with no one else around while he holds her stomach and she laughs at him. "She's a fucking idiot. Did she not think I would realize that this isn't my child?"
He looks over, his eyes bulging out, and then starts laughing. "Not the sharpest tool in the shed." We make the rest of the ride in silence.
Once at the hospital, we check in with the doctor about Anthony. From what they said his brain activity is back to normal, but he's stuttering, which is new. They are watching to see if things change. When we knock on his door and go in he's sitting in the bed with both parents on the side of him. The feeling of dread and fear is marked all over their faces.
"Hi, sorry to interrupt. My name is Detective Fletcher. This is Detective Moro. I'm here to ask Anthony some questions about the party," Jackson says.
Anthony looks at his parents and nods his head. I see some fear on his face, so I tell him, "Would you feel more comfortable just the two of us?"
His father starts to get up objecting, but Anthony stops him. "It's okay, Dad. I want you guys here." He looks over at us. "I mean, how much worse could it get, right?" he says.
"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?" Jackson asks.
Anthony shrugs. "Not really, no. Not in like a circle or anything. There were different conversations going on."
"Did anybody stick out?" Jackson asks, trying to get a lead to find out who brought the drugs in.
"Not really. I didn't know many people. Farah is dating one of my friends, and he invited me. Um, Marco said it was just going to be a chill party. I'm already on probation, so I don't want to get into any more trouble. So he said everything was going to be low-key. Besides, he said Farah was 'a good girl.'"
"What are you on probation for?" I cut in.