There is no way in hell that I could do that. Not in a group setting, anyway. If Sofie and I were together and there was porn rolling—bad or not—I wouldn’t be able to think straight past walking through the door because all of the blood in my head would absolutely be in my dick.
Just like it is right now.
This is the worst possible conversation to be having with her when I’m almost positive she’s walking me out to the car. Sofie is being nice and seeing me out, while I’m staring at her ass and picturing her watching porn while I fuck her pussy. She is being a good host to the asshole who dumped another dead body in her lap, while that asshole can barely walk thanks to the raging boner in his jeans.
Today wasn’t great to begin with, but this part really sucks.
Until my Cookie stops in front of a door I hadn’t noticed, one just between the embalming room and the morgue.
I frown in confusion as Sofie grins. “I told Harlow I’d get cleaned up. The extra scrubs are in here.”
Of course that’s what she’s doing.
We’re both still messy as hell, and she can’t go back home like that. It’ll create issues with her dad for sure—the guy notices everything and I’ve been around him at enough crime scenes to know he’d catch something in his own house—and then I’ll have Berk on my nuts next time I see him because I don’t doubt for one second he’d blame me. Rightfully so, but still. I don’t want anything to jeopardize my chances of seeing Sofie as often as possible, so I’m probably going to have to play by his rules some in order to make that happen.
“Gotcha.”
“We might have something in your size, if you want to change before you leave?”
Well that was a big fatget the fuck outif I’ve ever heard one—which I have on many occasions—and while it stings, it’s not enough for me to change my mind about this woman.
“Probably a good idea. Tank doesn’t know we did this, so showing up at the clubhouse covered in blood isn’t ideal.” I follow Sofie through the door and it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to what I’m seeing.
The room is dimly lit and relatively sparse; tile floor, cement walls. There’s a large industrial shelving unit to the left, what are probably scrubs and towels and shit stacked high on each level. The foot of a bunk bed butts up to the side of it, basic and simple bedding pulled into hospital corners. Straight across from me is a mirror above a basin sink, another small shelf with toiletries on it, and to the right…
“What is this?” Even though it’s pretty fucking obvious.
“It’s our crash room.” Sofie closes the door as I step further into the room, and I swear I hear the lock click into place. “When we have too many cases or a really mysterious one, we’d come in here to take a break or a nap, change if we needed to, or…” She pushes back a vinyl curtain to reveal exactly what I thought it was. “Shower.”
Yep. Things are about to either go really bad or really fucking good for Sam North, and I don’t really care which it is right now. I’m too busy being thrilled my Cookie didn’t kick me out, and a little concerned that this looks an awful lot like a kill room or some shit.
I nod as I sweep the room again. “Cool. Nice that you have that.”
“Mmhmm.”
The sound of the shower sputtering on pulls my attention back to Sofie, and when my eyes land on her,fuck me.
Her back is to me but I can tell she knows I’m watching her. She knows because my Cookie reaches up and slowly takes down the bun on her head, shaking out the chocolate colored strands that fall in waves past her shoulder blades. Sofie sets the tie on the small shelf, then, without any hesitation, she peels that thin tank top off of her body and drops it to the floor. Her shorts follow immediately, and I’m momentarily struck stupid over what’s happening.
I thought I was getting the boot, but I’m questioning that now. I’m questioning that and wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do, even when my Cookie hooks her thumbs in the top of her panties and slides the cotton down her long, tan legs, the woman of my fucking dreams and fantasies standing before me totally naked.
Sofie doesn’t look back, doesn’t speak or do anything at all other than step up over the small ledge into the shower. She holds her hand out under the stream, then stands under it, her gorgeous face tilted toward the water, her eyes closed as she turns just a bit, exposing her profile in silhouette as she does, and my God, this woman is fucking beautiful.
Even in the dim light I can see how flawless that olive-tone skin is, how silky and sweet it must be. Her body is perfect; her throat delicate, her breasts full and round, her hips wide and ass firm. When Sofie turns to face me, her hair now under the spray, I can’t even form words to appropriately describe what I’m looking at.
“Jesus…” I whisper as my Cookie’s eyes flip open and connect with mine. So goddamn perfect.
She gives me a soft smile. “Are you coming?”
I blink, then do it again. “What?”
“In the shower? We needed to get cleaned up, and this makes the most sense, doesn’t it?”
“You want me to shower with you?”
Sofie nods.
Well,fuck,you don’t have to tell me twice.
