“Oh God, Shane. YES,” she screams out, and I’m loving my name on her lips.
“That’s right, love, I’m making you scream. I’m pounding into this pussy. It’s my pussy,” I tell her with every thrust that hits her in the right place. I reach around and rub her clit with one hand as I pinch her nipple with the other.
“Oh, fuck,” she calls out before she detonates again, and I thrust three more times, before following her in my own orgasmic bliss.
I stand there, unloading inside her, and tell her, “I wish we could do this all day. I want to get to know every aspect of your body and your mind,” I whisper to her.
“Me too,” she whispers back with a crack in her voice.
I pull out of her and turn her to face me. “What’s wrong, love?” I ask, seeing a sheen of tears in her eyes.
“Nothing. I’m happy. I’m happy being with you, it’s just shit that we both have a job to do and right now, we are running behind,” she says, walking away and going into the bathroom to clean up before getting dressed.
Once she’s dressed, we make our way over to the train station with Mya being quiet during the entire ride.
I can’t help myself, I grab her hand and hold it. She doesn't say anything, but I see the small smile that crosses her face. As soon as we get to the train station, I quickly kiss her hand, letting it go so we both can get out of the car.
We make our way through the station and down to the platform. Nora and Heath are waiting by the train car for us, and Officer Buckley is cordoning off the area.
“Is Max here already?” I ask, but Nora shakes her head.
“No, there was another homicide last night, so he is still at that scene, but he should be here shortly. The crime scene techs are in the car, so we opted to wait out here until they are done, given the amount of space in the cars,” she says.
“Oh My God,” Heath exclaims.
“What?” We all ask him in unison.
“You are glowing,” he tells Mya, and I look over at her, not understanding what he’s seeing since she always looks like she’s glowing. My perfect Angel sent from above.
“You have the ‘I’ve been fucked really good’ glow,” he tells her.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she asks.
“Who was the lucky guy?” he asks instead of answering.
Nora is looking between them confused, but then Heath says, “Oh My God, it was McHotty, wasn’t it?”
“Heath, stop,” Mya says, her face turning red from embarrassment.
I can’t tell if the embarrassment is from being caught or because of me, and the last thought stings a bit.
“It was. Oh, Girl, you are going to have to give me the deets later,” he says, then he pouts.
“What’s wrong?” Mya asks.
“You were getting good fucked, while I was standing and watching three women count meds all night,” he tells her, and she rolls her eyes.
“I’m sure Chris will be happy to know you spent all night with three women instead of three men,” she tells him, and he can’t help but nod.
“Congratulations, you two,” Nora says, but I can’t tell if she is truly happy about our relationship or if this is a reminder of what she once had.
“I called it. Did I not tell you, Nora, these two would be perfect for each other if they just got out of their own way,” Heath says.
“You absolutely did,” Nora says with a chuckle, and I relax a bit, knowing she isn’t upset with us but probably really does miss her husband.
Finally, the crime scene techs complete the scene about the same time Max shows up. The five of us climb into the car and watch Max perform his preliminary, while we take in the scene before us.
Chapter Fifteen
MYA
I’m trying to assess the scene and bodies, but with Shane so close, and my body still humming from our activities this morning, he is all I can focus on.
I should have known it wouldn’t take Heath long to assess and figure out what we have done. I had hoped he would be too tired to notice and would whine about needing food and sleep, but no, my co-worker/friend notices everything.
I had never felt so embarrassed to be called out as I was this morning in front of Nora.
I take in the couple, seeing the woman on the man’s lap. “Wait, were they?” I begin.
The coroner says, “Yes, they were.”
“That’s disturbing,” I say as I look around to the other seats. “I wonder how many other passengers were in the car?” I mutter.
“Eight,” Nora says, looking at her notes, “And before you ask, yes, they were disturbed. They said the couple had no shame, and they weren’t trying to hide what they were doing.”
“I’ve never had sex on a train before,” Heath says.
