With a Twist (Last Call #4)(44)

I hesitate a moment, wondering just how much I should share, then I decide to just lay it out. Hunter won't judge and he may have some good advice. "The problem is that we sort of crossed a line with each other …  twice."

I let that sort of float out there and watch as understanding creeps over Hunter's face. "Sexual line, you mean?"

"Good deduction, Einstein," I say drily and take another sip of beer. "The first time …  it was part of the undercover act. At least, I think it was. The second time …  was after the bust had been made. No act."

"So, what's the problem?" Hunter asks with utter gullibility.

"The problem is that regardless of what happened or when, we were law enforcement partners. You don't fuck around with your coworkers."

"You most certainly do fuck around with your coworkers," Hunter says adamantly. "Gabby was working at my bar. I fucked her. Brody was working with Alyssa at The Haven. He fucked her. Savannah was working for Gavin as his housekeeper. He fucked her. I'm sensing a pattern here," he ends with a grin. "Aren't you?"

"Not the same," I grumble, but it kind of is.

"How did you leave it with her?" Hunter asks.

How did I leave it with her?

Not very well, I'll have to admit.

After I lost myself to eating out her sweet pussy, I took my aching dick and stepped away from her. When she finished getting dressed and got in the unmarked car that had been loaned to me, I didn't even know what to say. The taste of her was still thick on my tongue and my balls throbbed.

"Can you take me to the closest hotel?" she asked quietly.

"Sure," I said and proceeded to do just that. Luckily, there was a nice one just a few blocks down.

I pulled up to the curb and then because it was just fucking awkward, I turned to look at her. "Listen …  about what just happened-"

"It was amazing," she said as she stared at me with those clear, blue eyes.

"It shouldn't have happened," I told her as I scrubbed a hand through my hair. "I crossed a line …  couldn't fucking help myself, and I'm sorry."



       
         
       
        

"Sorry for what?" she demanded as her eyes narrowed, and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was pissed. "For giving me an orgasm? Well, gee, Wyatt …  guess that makes us even now."

She lunged for the door handle, but I grabbed her arm and turned her back toward me. "I didn't do that to make us even," I gritted out. "I did that because I wanted to …  because I fucking needed it. But Christ, Andrea …  you were injured, worn out …  I took advantage of the situation. Didn't give you a chance to say 'no'-"

"I wouldn't have said 'no'," she blurted out.

"Maybe you would have under different circumstances," I said gently and then released her arm. "Look …  go get checked in and get some sleep. We can talk about this more tomorrow, okay?"

She stared back at me and tentatively said, "Do you …  um …  want to come up with me?"

A sharp pain stabbed me in the center of my chest while my balls started tingling just thinking about going up to her room. But I shook my head and gently let her down. "Probably not a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow."

Her smile was sad, but she nodded her head and opened the door. "Goodnight, Wyatt."

She was out and closing the door on me before I could tell her goodnight in return.

The next day at the station, we never did talk about it. We were both busy being interviewed by Mike Gomez and then typing our statements. It was around 4 PM when Andrea glanced down at her watch, stood from the table we were working at, and said, "Damn …  I didn't realize it's so late. I need to get to the airport."

I looked up in surprise from the report I was reading over for the second time, completely taken aback that she was leaving. She hadn't mentioned to me once throughout the day that she was flying back to Pittsburgh that night.

Andrea bent over and hastily scrawled her signature on her report. Throwing the pen down, she gave a quick glance at Mike, who had also stood from the table and was putting on his suit jacket. "I'm going to go get my suitcase. Meet you outside."

Mike nodded and said, "I'll go get the car and pull it up to the front door."

Andrea never looked at me once …  just turned and headed back to the female locker room as Mike walked out. I sat there dumbly for a minute, my mind trying to process that she was actually leaving and there were probably things that should have been said between us.