I wasn't sure if I would write about the one night they spent together, but my muse decided she wants to. So here you go. :-)
Chapter 3
She'd managed to get him out of her office a few minutes later, telling Robin to show him around, and her hands were actually shaking as she closed the door behind him. She walked slowly towards her desk and reached for his file, flipping it open. Of course there was a photo clipped to the application form, and she balled her hands into fists as she stared down at it.
She knew she should read his file now, to learn everything about his undercover assignment. But she just wasn't up to it today. Just not today.
She didn't know how she got through the day. Seeing Killian had completely thrown her, and when she was finally home she slipped out of her shoes and went straight for the refrigerator, taking out a beer and walking to the couch to slump down on it.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, her fingers tightening around the bottle, sudden tears pricking the back of her eyes as the loss of her best friend slammed back into her.
How much she wished she could talk to Graham right now? He'd been the only one who knew about Killian, who knew what had happened only a few weeks after she had this one-night stand. He would have understood how rattled she felt right now.
But a drunk driver had taken him away from her three weeks ago. He died in a freaking car accident. She knew he always assumed to die on duty, to get gunned down by a criminal, so that his death would have a meaning. He'd told her one night when they'd both drunk too much that he wanted to go down in glory. But instead he'd died in his car.
Life wasn't fair. She knew that more than anyone. She lived through it; saw it every day in her line of work. Sometimes keeping it together was just too much of an effort. But she'd cried too much over the last three weeks, and she was too exhausted to even shed a tear now. Blinking her eyes open, she stared out of the window, wishing the pain would just go away.
But of course it didn't. It never did.
Instead she closed her eyes again, and willed her thoughts back to that night all those years ago. Maybe not a bright idea either – to bring the memories of their night together back to the forefront – but at least it would let her forget all the painful memories. At least for a few minutes.
-/-
She didn't even know how she ended up here, sitting at the bar with a complete stranger, sipping at her third cocktail and talking about spending the night together. But could you really blame her? He was gorgeous as fuck, and she couldn't even remember the last time she got laid. Graham was babysitting Henry, and told her to go out and have some fun for a change. So fun she would have. For one night she would let herself forget that she was a responsible mother. Just for one night.
"Just sex. One night," she clarified, taking another sip of her cocktail before she looked back at him. "No last names."
"Okay, that'll work just fine for me."
"Protection all the way."
"Of course," he said firmly. "That's a given."
"No kinky stuff."
"That's a pity," he told her, cocking his head to the side, his mouth tilting up into a lopsided smirk as he asked, "Safe word?"
"I just said no ..."
"No kink," he cut her off. "Got it. But what if you don't feel comfortable in a certain position, or don't want me to do something?"
"So you think your sexual stamina will last for more than one position?" she drawled, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"You have no idea, love." His husky promise shot a shiver down her spine, followed by a hard tug low in her stomach, and she actually had to bite her tongue to keep from letting out a moan. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Let me show you how good my stamina is."
She only hesitated for a second. "Fudge cake."
"Pardon me?"
"My safe word," she replied, jumping down from the bar stool and taking his hand. "It's fudge cake."
"Jolly Roger," he said, and she turned around, raising one eyebrow in question. "My safe word."
"Seriously?"
"Aye." His smirk was warming her all over. She needed to get him behind a closed door very, very fast before they got arrested because she let him fuck her against the next wall.
"You want me to call you captain in bed?" she teased as she pulled him out of the bar.
"No need for that," he replied. "But if you want to call me Jesus or God a few times ... don't hold back, love."
She rolled her eyes as he winked at her, hoping it wasn't all empty promises, and she would have a night full of amazing sex instead of wishing he would just get it over with already.
But it was only a one-night stand after all. Maybe she shouldn't get her hopes up so high. She was bound to be disappointed.
-/-
She hadn't been disappointed. It had been the best sex of her life. She'd never let herself go like this before him, and definitely not after this night. There were no restraints, just pure pleasure. She'd fucked him and been fucked by him as if there was no tomorrow, knowing that she would never see him again.
And now he was her subordinate. She was his boss. And somehow she needed to find a way to forget all about this night. To only look at him as one of her detectives, and erase the fact out of her brain that he'd been the best she'd ever had.
-/-
His freaking boss was Emma? He still couldn't believe it, still hoped that every second someone would jump out from around the corner and yell 'Gotcha!'. But of course no one did.
He somehow made it through the day, almost on autopilot, letting out a deep sigh when the door of his apartment finally closed behind him. He needed a scotch. At least three fingers of.
Seconds later he was on his couch with a tumbler in his hands, and the bottle of scotch on the table in front of him. He was pretty sure one glass wasn't enough today.
Emma.
He hadn't thought about her in years, but seeing her today ... he'd met her when everything in his life was still okay, before they'd diagnosed Liam with lung cancer, and he had to watch his brother wilt away in the matter of months.
The pain slashed through his heart again, making it hard for him to breathe. Even after all this time he missed his brother desperately. Liam had been the only one who knew about Emma, and he just wished Liam could sit beside him right now, and make jokes about the fact that Killian had slept with his new boss, teasing him mercilessly about how awkward it would be – to work under her.
God, he missed him so much.
"Bloody hell, brother," he cursed under his breath, lifting the tumbler to his mouth and emptying it, welcoming the harsh burn of the alcohol down his throat. "Why did you have to leave me alone?"
Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, feeling tears burn under his closed eyelids, and he gulped hard, forcing his thoughts away from the brother he missed so much and back to Emma.
Emma ... the woman who'd turned his world upside down for one amazing night.
-/-
God, she was amazing.
His hands gripped her hips tighter as she rode him. Reverse cowboy style. And God, seeing his cock slipping in and out of her wet sheath, feeling how hot she was, even through the condom, almost drove him insane.
"God!" he cried, rutting his hips upwards, burying himself until the hilt inside of her as his orgasm ripped through him.
"Where were we?" she asked, draping herself over him. He hadn't even realized that she'd moved. "Third time?"
"I can't even remember," he mumbled, his arm coming around her and pulling her closer. "You broke me."
"Not so cocky anymore?" she teased, and he didn't even need to open his eyes to know that her mouth was probably tilted up in a huge grin.
"Have mercy with my better parts," he replied. "They need a break."
"You sure you're gonna be able to go another round tonight?"
"Just give me a few minutes."
He might have needed a break, or more accurately his cock, but that didn't mean she would get a break. He pushed her on her back, and settled between her legs, ignoring her squirming as he trailed a path of kisses up her thigh until his nose brushed against her core.
She hadn't said her safe word yet which meant she would let him lick her out. He wanted to taste her so bad, and being so close made his cock actually jerk back to life. Not that he'd thought that was possible. At least not that fast. But her smell was like an aphrodisiac, and he growled low in his throat as he buried his face in her folds, plunging his tongue inside of her.
"Where were we?" he asked after he'd fucked her with his tongue and fingers until she'd been a quivering mess, and screamed his name when she'd climaxed hard around his fingers while his tongue had worked her clit without mercy. Tilting his head, he leaned his cheek against her thigh, and looked up at her. "Fifth time?"
"Smug bastard," she murmured, lifting the arm she'd thrown over her eyes to glare down at him.
"Ready for another round?" he asked, and her eyes dropped to his midsection as he kneeled between her widespread legs.
"I wanted to say ready when you are but ..." she trailed off and licked her lips, her mouth curling up into a lopsided smirk when his cock twitched under her scrutiny. "I can see for myself how ready you are."
He couldn't keep the cocky grin from his face as he reached between her legs again and slipped two fingers into her still soaking wet sheath. She flinched as he curled his fingers to reach the spot deep inside of her, and he paused, his fingers still buried completely inside of her.
"You sore, love?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, her hips arching from the mattress when he slid his fingers out of her. He only let the tips tease her entrance, his thumb brushing over her clit, and she whimpered, bucking her hips against his hand. "Don't stop."
"As you wish."
He brought her to another orgasm before he flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her up on her hand and knees, entering her from behind while her walls were still fluttering. He almost lost it right then and there, gritting his teeth as he held still inside of her for a few seconds until the flutters ceased.
He almost converted into a raging animal as she clenched her walls around him and begged him to move. He fucked her so hard that he feared she would be more than sore tomorrow morning, but he didn't care and neither did she. They fucked until they were drenched in sweat, both their bodies trembling with exertion as they crashed down on the mattress.
His heart was pounding like a sledgehammer in his chest as he gulped in air, trying to get his racing heart under control again. He was completely spent and sated, every muscle in his body aching. Even his cock hurt.
He closed his eyes, and just laid there, unable to move. He didn't think he could ever get up again.
