“I know the whores. From now on, you’ll only get off on watching willing men with the girls. I’m sure there are plenty of your cop buddies who wouldn’t mind you jerking it while they get laid.”
“I’m bisexual,” he whispers.
“Good for you. Not sure why you’re telling me, though.”
“I’ve never been with a man.”
“And I’m sure as fuck not going to be your first,” I warn him.
“No, that’s not why I told you. I just…I wanted you to know that I can give up Kirsten with no problem. Not that I think she’ll be broken up about it. But I can’t just start screwing men.”
“If you’re worried about your police friends finding out and giving you shit, then just go find yourself a nice male prostitute to play with. But don’t act out your frustrations with the vulnerable rookies. You’re no better than the rest of your homophobic buddies when you fuck with them.”
“Fine. But most of the guys love it.”
“Sure. Keep telling yourself that,” I huff. “Now, on to more serious issues. You need to find out who else knew that cop was going to come after Kirsten so we can stop them before they try again. Someone is either pissed about her asking too many questions on the Bertelli murder or for throwing the department under the bus by dismissing our cases.”
“And how exactly am I going to find out who’s responsible? I haven’t even heard a whisper about Tony.”
“You could start with blackmail. I’m guessing you have plenty of that thanks to your extracurricular activities.”
“So, you give me shit about fucking with the rookies and then want me to use it to get information out of them?”
“Yes, if it means protecting Kirsten, anything fucking goes.”
24
Kirsten
“What in the world just happened in here?” Natalie whispers when she steps into my office as soon as the two men leave.
“Nothing.” I stand up to tidy my desk that got disheveled during our romp.
“I saw Detective Daughtry and Tristan leaving together. Are they friends now?”
“Friends?” A bark of laughter escapes me at the thought.
“The detective held the door open for Tristan when they left. And they looked friendly enough.”
“I bet they did.” Bryan is probably scared shitless of Tristan now. Or he’s eager to be his best friend after that little show he put on. One Bryan seemed to thoroughly enjoy. I can’t believe Tristan did that…
“So, you didn’t just have sex with them both?” the nosy girl has the audacity to ask.
“God, no, Natalie! This is how gossip gets started. The three of us just…talked.”
“Right. Well, you and Tristan must have done other things before the cop got here because your face is red and blotchy like you just came a gazillion times.”
“It was only three or four times. I lost count.”
“I knew it!”
“Losing count happens a lot with Tristan, since he likes to do it again and again. And then I fall asleep, which is so fucking embarrassing.” Especially when I wake up to him fucking me while another man, my former, mediocre lover, watches with his hand in his pants.
God, why was that so hot? I should be angry at the invasion of privacy, but I’m just turned on. The thing the mobster shoved up my ass isn’t helping either.
“Have you ever had…anal?” I whisper to Natalie.
“Yes. Why?”
