Chapter 70 ~ "Don't cry J, I'm okay."

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CHASE

I stand and watch Jen and Justin argue back and forth. Justin wants me to step in and take her away, but I stay back.

She may not be completely ready to make her statement, but after seeing her 'sleep', I know she can't go another minute without Justin by her side.

"Would you like to take a seat?" I hear from beside me.

"Huh? What?" I ask, turning around towards where the unfamiliar voice came from. "Oh...uh...nah, I'm good." I reply, casually leaning back against the wall only for my shoe to slip on the tiled floor, causing me to almost fall on my ass.

I quickly recover, and look up.

He's fucking gorgeous and he's smirking. Fucking smirking! Cheeky fucker.

"Nice save." He states, raising his eyebrows.

"Nice outfit. They just let anyone in here to play dress ups?" I ask, pointing to his uniform, a gun pressed against his slender hip and the bulletproof vest he's wearing.

He looks like a fucking model. In uniform.

Fuck me.

He's still standing there, smirking back at me.

"The bathroom's that way." He says, pointing towards a hallway before bringing his hand up and rubbing the back of his neck.

My eyes catch his bulging bicep, and I stare for a little longer than necessary before looking into his eyes again. "I didn't say I needed the bathroom."

His smirk changes into a full blown grin, and I lose my breath for a moment. He casually points towards me, causing me to look down only to notice I'm hard as a fucking iron rod, and there's no hiding it in the grey sweatpants I'm wearing.

Fuck!

This shit doesn't usually happen to me, but its like the second I came out, my cock suddenly thought 'bury me inside of that one' and wants every piece of male ass that I lay my eyes on.

Kindergarten cop stands before me, still smirking. Cocky fucker.

I adjust my pants, as he watches on never removing his eyes from my crotch area, and I'm almost certain he licks his lips.

Jesus Christ.

"Good one you fucking wanker. Why'd you bring her here?"

I turn to Justin, confused and unaware now that I'm not staring into the sexy eyes of the uniformed officer. I wonder if he takes his cuffs home with him...

"What?"

"You should have kept her away. Now she wants to sit down and tell her fucking story. It's too soon for this shit." Justin is pulling at the ends of his hair, pacing back and forth.

"Fuck you Justin! You don't get to tell me what to do with MY sister, who I just watched screaming for you in her sleep." I growl, taking note of my cock softening.

Good boy.

"She what?"

"Please don't argue." Jen softly says from between us.

Justin pulls her into his chest, and she reaches back to hold my hand. I give it a quick squeeze and when she pulls away from Justin, I kiss her forehead.

"Please don't do this baby." Justin begs.

"I can't go another second without you beside me J. The pain I feel when you're not around is a lot harder to deal with than just a couple of hours of reliving hell." She tells him.

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