Free Tortured Beginning by V. M. Holk

to leave.
    "Where are you going?"
    "Well we both have to get home to our kids," Lynette says in way of explanation.
    I know that Anne doesn't have her kids tonight, and Lynette's husband Steve is home with hers. I can see what they are doing.
    "You guys can give our JayJay a ride home, right?" Anne asks.
    "Sure. Not a problem," Jason replies. He's smiling at the two of us, knowing what is going on.
    I sigh to myself, how can they be so obvious.
    "Okay, I will see you guys later."
    "Bye. Call me tomorrow," Anne says.
    "Bye, Jay. I will talk to you later," Lynette winks at me and they both leave.
    We sit and drink quietly for a bit. I look over to Trevan and think, what if.
    "So. Do your friends leave you with strange guys in a bar, very often?"Trevan asks.
    I laugh, "No. But I guess they think I'm safe, since you're both cops."
    They laugh, "Hey you guys ready to leave?" Jason asks.
    I nod my head, sad to end the night with Trevan.

    Jason pulls into my driveway and I get out.
    "Thanks for the ride home."
    "Hey, no problem. It was nice to meet you," Jason replies.
    Trevan gets out of the car, "I better walk you to the door and check things out for you."
    I smile to myself. I was hoping he would come in. I nod to him as he follows me to my front door. Just as I open the door, Jason honks the car horn. We both look over to him as he yells out the car window.
    "Hey man, I will pick you up later. I just got an emergency call. Text me later." He waves as he pulls out of the driveway.
    Trevan shakes his head, "I hope this is okay with you. I can call for another ride if you want."
    "No it's fine." I touch his arm, as he walks in.
    We walk in, and he starts looking around checking that nothing is out of place.
    "Do you want a beer?"
    "That would be great."
    I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. I grab two Molsen's and walk to where Trevan is. I hand it to him, and he mumbles a thank you. He seems to be concentrating on something, and I'm not sure what it is.
     

    I see the trinket on her end table, some what hidden from plain view. Jaylah picks that moment to come back into the room. She has had a rough day, but I have to ask her if she know what it is. I watch her as she walks over to the couch and sits down.
    She looks over to me and pats the couch next to her. I smile, walk over and sit next to her.
    "So handsome, what are we going to do with ourselves."
    She gives me the sexiest damn look, I have ever seen on a woman. I hate to change that look on her face, but I need to know what this is. Just as I am going to ask her, she closes the distance between us.
    She looks me in the eyes, and smiles at me. "Damn," I whisper to her.
    I know that I shouldn't do anything with her, it's not right. Especially since I'm working on her case. But I have not been able to stop thinking about her. There is something about her, and I want a piece of it.
    "What are you trying to work out in that head of yours?" She asks, putting her hand at my temple.
    "I shouldn't, I'm working on your case." I try to convince myself, more than her.
    "Well if you don't want to, I'll back off."
    I could almost see the hurt in her eyes, but they change in an instant. She takes her arms off of me and starts to back away. I feel a loss, the moment she isn't touching me. I don't want her to back away from me.
    "Fuck it," I say through gritted teeth.
    I grab her and slam my mouth into hers. I can feel her smile with the kiss and she wraps her arms around me. Rubbing the back of my head, as our kiss gets deeper. We stop kissing and look into each others eyes. Trying to catch our breaths, I feel hers on my skin. I don't know why, but that feeling of her breath was sexy as hell.
    "Let's take this upstairs."
    I can only nod, as she leads the way up. At least I had a great view on the way up. I chuckle to myself, feeling like a teenage boy again. I realize, I grabbed my beer on the way and slam the rest of it. The beer helping with my nerves, I'm not sure why I actually