this chapter is longer than most well becuz I had help with fellow writer Thorne Lockehart (her OC Isabella Pacino appears in this chapter)... thank her for helping me out and warning a lil hot scene at the beginning this story
Chapter 10:
Denver could wake up like this every morning, in Tommy's arms. This morning was quite different because this time Tommy was up first watching her sleep.
"Yeah Tommy you're right watching people sleep is creepy," Denver sat up.
"Well last night was pretty amazing," he kissed her bare shoulder.
"You can say that again."
"I rather show you again," he straddled Denver's waist.
"I have to be at work in thirty minutes," she told him as he pinned her wrists above her head, his lips nipping at her neck. "Okay... just ten minutes," Denver moaned.
Tommy pulled back and smirked, "Ten minutes... I can work with that," he lowered his mouth onto hers, giving her one hell of a kiss.
Denver gasped as he entered her hard, thrusting himself in and out of her, "Oh God Tommy!" she pants as his hands massage her breasts.
"You like that baby," he took her right earlobe inbetween his teeth, sucking as her as he could, working his way down to her collarbone.
"Faster Tommy... oh God don't stop... almost there," she bit down on her bottom lip, as she came.
Tommy pulled out of her and smirked, "You're so amazing baby," he kissed down her body until he reached her thighs, kissing each one before Tommy's tongue licked at her slit. He began kissing and sucking as Denver's phone rang on the bedside table.
"Tommy... I should get that," she groans.
He pulls back a little, "It probably isn't important," he groaned as she grabbed the phone.
"It's work," she huffed, unlocking the phone. "Sandusky," she answers, a little out of breath. "Seriously, you can't do it by yourself?" Tommy frowned and went back to straddling his girlfriend. "Fine I'll be there as soon as I can. Yeah yeah... bye."
Denver slammed the phone back on the bedside table. "Tommy that was Frost, there's a crime scene he claims to need help."
Tommy nodded, "Alright," he leaned down to give her a kiss. "You don't have to go back home do you, to change?"
"No, I have one more set of clothes that I can wear," she rolls out of bed, and went to the closet. Tommy groaned at the sight of his girlfriend completely naked. She got her clothes, and turned back around. "Can't you control yourself," she teases, seeing his member fully erect.
"You must have this amazing ass effect on me."
"Apparently so," she smirked, before slowly putting on her clothes.
"Come on Den, you know I rather see you take off your clothes, not putting them on."
She kissed his cheek, "Yeah I know, but duty calls. Trust me I rather continue what we were doing, guess you'll just have to wait. After work I'm going to go back home and bring some more clothes."
"Don't you hate doing this back and forth..." he starts and Denver frowned.
"What are you saying Tommy?"
"Denver... will you move in with me?" he grabs her hands, she looked at him in shock, she didn't think she was ready for that step yet.
"Can we talk about this later? I don't want to be late for work."
He nodded, "Alright, we'll talk about that later tonight."
Denver silently agreed, "I'll text you on my lunch break, okay?"
"Sure thing," he gave her another kiss. "I love you Den."
She smiled, that was the first time he ever said that to her she felt strongly about him, so she wasn't going to lie, "I love you too Tommy," she placed on last kiss on his lips. "Hope your little friend doesn't miss me too much now," Denver teased, stroking him softly, before she got up and headed to work.
Denver pulled up to the crime scene, it was a 3,900 acre land. She saw a white three story house in the distance, and two stables. She noticed Frost squatting down to look at the body down in the ditch before the farm entrance.
She walked over to him, "This better be good Frost, you interrupted something important."
"It looks like somebody dumped the body here, nothing to show signs of struggle. Someone should be here to pick up the body shortly."
"Who is it?"
"A Branden Falcone, in his early thirties. His cell phone was in his pocket, had five missed calls all from someone he put as his contact as 'My Sexy Lady' she left no voicemails.
"Alright, so you figure that out," Denver smirked. "And who found the body?"
"Some woman named Isabella Pacino. I already talked to her, she called in the dead body. He was one who took care of the stables."
Denver looked at him in surprise, "Isabella Pacino, I know that name. Where is she right now?"
"She's in something called a round pen, trying to calm down a spooked horse," Frost replied. He pointed with his thumb to a large wooden pen. A petite dark-haired woman stood in the center, a spooked black and white horse kicking up its heels and neighing loudly. The woman spoke to the horse with a hushed voice, her small hands stretched out in a comforting manner.
"I'll go talk to her."
"So, you know her how exactly?"
"A college friend, now stop being so nosy," Denver patted his back, before walking over to the occupied woman. "Isabella Pacino, what brings you to Boston?"
Isabella's head popped up and she finally coaxed the horse to a standing position. She grinned at Denver, her ice-blue eyes sparkling. "A job with the only creatures that understand me. Joker here saw one of the peacocks and started freaking out. What brings you to Boston?" she asked, stroking the horse's neck gently.
"You are looking at one of BPD's homicide detectives. I've been here for a little over two months, it's very different from Philly let me tell you. The people I've met are quite interesting."
"I can see that," she commented. She smiled shyly and clipped a lead rope to the horse's red halter. "Congrats on the job, by the way."
"Thanks, congrats on doing what you're doing," Denver smirked. "How long have you been in Boston?"
"A few months. It's taken me a while to get settled into the new job, a new place...this is my boy, Joker. I rescued him from an abusive cattle rancher," Isabella replied, playing with the gelding's long forelock.
"You sure like rescuing animals, I still remember the time you found some starving dog near an alley and you brought him to our dorm room."
"Well, you and Hayden used to tease me about my bleeding heart. He needed help and I was the one to give it to him. I just wish that bitch Angela didn't narc me out," she replied.
"Speaking of Hayden, he talk to you at all? Everytime I see him he asks about you, and I don't see him that much. You think him being my brother he'd make an effort at trying to see me."
"I saw him just before I started here. We went out for dinner a couple times, but it wasn't anything serious. And you'd think he'd try to make an effort, but let's face it, he doesn't like to make one."
"Nothing with Hayden is ever serious, he hasn't been serious his entire life. I take it you have no romance life at the moment?"
"I don't take any offense to it. And to answer your question, no, there's no romance in my life. I tried my hand at marriage, but it turns out that marrying a guy just like me was a bad idea," Isabella replied.
"I could have told you that Iz, another person like you is dangerous. To be honest I never seen you as someone who would get married."
"Yeah, you and me both. But Jesse was a good man. He treated me well, put up with my crazy, but it was like putting gasoline on a fire. It's what I get for marrying a Northern boy, right?"
Frost walked up over to them, "Hey Den, we're done here for now."
"Oh hey Frostie, you can go on without me, I'm going to catch up with Izzy."
"Well you did drive here by yourself, just thought I'd let you know that there was nothing else we needed."
"Alright, well I'll see you back at the bullpen in a little while." Frost nodded, before walking off. "Sorry about that," Denver smiled, turning back to Isabella.
"Now, who is that?" Isabella asked, nodding after Frost.
Denver groaned, "I know what you are thinking Iz, but me and him just work together. Nothing else is going on with me and Frost."
"Now, why would I put two and two together and get that?" Isabella drawled playfully.
"You wouldn't be the only one this older man that works with us suggests that Frost has a thing for me. I honestly don't see why that is."
"Um, maybe because I just felt like I was intruding on something personal when he left," she suggested.
"No nothing personal, we're just good friends is all."
"Hey, speaking of people from the past...when was the last time you heard from Eric Traeger? You two were really hot and heavy back then," Isabella commented.
Denver felt her cheeks flush, when she was rooming with Izzy in college Eric visited her at least once a month, and well they didn't spend much time talking, "Oh, well I haven't heard from him much. He did come the week after I came to Boston, and he usually texts me some short message at least once a week."
"Well, at least you're talking. Me and Jason hardly ever talk anymore."
"Yeah, but I can't sleep with Eric anymore, no matter how tempting that sounds."
"Why's that?"
"I'm kind of seeing someone, but trust me sometimes I think about Eric, more than I probably should."
"Ooh, tell me more. But you're gonna have to walk with me. Joker here's falling asleep," Isabella said, pulling open the latch on the gate and walking the horse out of the pen.
"Sure, I could use some exercise," Denver smiled, following her friend. "Well I met him one night because I couldn't sleep, so I went to this bakery which was open. I forgot some money, so he so kindly paid for my food... we kind of just hit it off. We started talking and one thing led to another now I'm dating him, he doesn't know about Eric though."
"I see...how exactly would you go about telling him?" Isabella asked. She stepped into the dark barn and walked Joker into a stall.
"I haven't the slightest idea, it's not like Eric is going to come back. It's not like they're going to run into each other, I probably don't have to worry about it."
"Better safe than sorry, though, Den," she commented. Isabella latched the stall door shut and hung up the lead rope outside the stall. "Sometimes surprises aren't a good thing."
"Yeah I know. Iz, is it bad that I might possibly still have strong feelings for Eric?" Denver asked, quite concerned.
"You really loved him. That's not bad at all, not unless they're getting in the way of a new relationship," Isabella replied.
"I haven't really thought about it, but how could I?" she pulls her cell phone out of her pocket. "Look at him," she shows Isabella the background of her and Tommy.
"Damn, girl, he is fine," she commented with a giggle. Then she squinted. "I actually think I saw him here recently. He was the painter Malcolm hired to paint the barn."
"Now do you see why I don't think my feelings for Eric is going to hurt my relationship with Tommy. I rarely think about Eric when I'm around him. That man right there is quite the charmer," Denver felt her cheeks flush remembering what occured after last night's Rizzoli dinner.
"Then I don't think it's a bad thing," Isabella assured.
"You ever talk to Tommy while he was painting?"
"Not for extended periods of time. He'd come watch me train on breaks, but nothing major. Mostly small-talk."
"Well maybe we can hang sometime soon if you want I have off in two days."
"Sure, we'll do lunch or something fun."
"I really should be heading back to work though Iz."
The shorter woman smirked, "We don't want Frostie thinking something bad happened to you."
"Shut up Iz," she slapped her friend in the arm.
"Have a good day and thanks for stopping by. Here's my card, you can pretty much call me whenever," Isabella told her, her blue eyes sparkling teasingly.
"I'll give you a call," Denver nodded taking the card. "See you around."
Denver never once thought she'd run into Isabella Pacino again, but it was good to have another friend in Boston.
Any opinions on Isabella Pacino anyone and Denver still has feelings for her ex Eric... Will Tommy ever find out ? review and find out soon maybe :)