Saved by the Lieutenant (Winter Rescue)

8. Jake

8

JAKE

“Tell me you fucking have this asshole?” I snarl into my cell.

Amanda's passed out on the sofa, after she threw up and sobbed in my arms, she fell asleep.

“We're looking,” Peter assures me. “He's a wanted man, Jake, I assure you that we'll find him. Everyone on the force is looking for him.”

“The same force that has blackballed Amanda due to their incompetence?” I question, doubting whether or not I trust any of those fuckers to help look for one of their own.

“Trust me, brother, they know what he's done, what he's been getting away with. We've uncovered a whole fucking lot since we got the footage of him killing Mrs. Dorrit.”

“Who?” I ask, wondering who he's talking about.

“Amanda's neighbor, the woman he killed. Her name was Mrs. Dorrit. Has Amanda not told you about her?”

“No,” I say cautiously.

“They'd have lunch at least once a month. Mrs. Dorrit was a widow and Amanda would visit with her sometimes.”

I close my eyes, my chest burning. Of course she would. She cares about everyone and would do anything she could to help anyone. “What about Dawkins? What's he done?”

There's a long pause before I hear movement, almost as though Peter's moving somewhere else. “Sorry,” he says after a few minutes. “I needed to get someplace quiet. Fuck, Jake, it's been a complete clusterfuck here. From what we've uncovered, he's been threatening and beating women since he was a beat cop. He's been abusing his power as a police officer and now detective for years.”

I grit my teeth. “How the hell has this been allowed to happen?”

“There's only been two complaints brought forward about him. Both by female officers and both officers are no longer part of the police force.”

Christ. What the hell did that asshole do to them? There's not a chance that it's a coincidence.

“Does this bastard know where Amanda and I are holed up?” I question, needing to know if I should be even more prepared than I am.

“He's in the wind, the man is smart, Jake, too damn smart for his own good. He knows police procedure, hence why these murders were practically undetectable, I wouldn't put it past him to know everything there is to know about all of us, including you. The man will have dug deep enough to uncover everything.”

“Which means, he'll know that I own this cabin,” I say evenly. “I'll be on guard. He'll not get close to her,” I vow, I'll kill him before he even tries.

“I'll leave as soon as I can, I've already spoken to the chief and he knows that I'll be heading up to you. If he comes, we'll be ready for him.”

Oh, I have no doubt that we will be. “Let me know when you're on the way,” I tell him.

“Will do. Take care, Jake, and I'll see you soon.”

The call ends and I turn, not at all surprised to see Amanda awake and watching me. “He knows we're here, doesn't he?”

I swallow hard, hating the tremble in her voice. “It’s going to be okay,” I assure her as I walk toward her. “He’s not going to get you.” I’ll die before he can get his hands on her.

I pull her to her feet and press her close to me, I love having her in my arms.

Amy responds eagerly, her hands wrapping around my neck. The urgency between us is palpable. My hands roam over her, loving every curve and dip, I'm finally getting to play, to explore her body. It's been years since we've had this chance, I'm not letting it slip away.

I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers as we both try to catch our breath. “I’m not letting him get you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I love you.”

Amanda looks up at me with eyes that are filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “I love you too,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She’s still scared, and I get it, I hurt her, but we’re moving forward. Together.

I cup her face in my hands, and kiss her once again, this time it’s loving and filled with desire. I need her, my cock is thick against her stomach. I rock against her, loving that little moan she releases in the back of her throat.

“I need you,” she breathes.

I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. I can't deny that I thought this wouldn’t happen again after I told her the truth about why I left. I truly believed that I had lost her for good. Thankfully, Amy is a forgiving person.

I strip her clothes., she’s in yoga pants and a tee, making it easy to strip her down. With hurried hands, she pulls at my tee and works on my pants.

God she’s so fucking beautiful, I love every inch of her body. I’ve missed her so damn much. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back, and her lips slightly parted. She's completely vulnerable to me, and I love that she’s giving me another chance.

I push her onto the soft mattress. She looks up at me with a mix of love, desire and trust. Something I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see from her again. I cup her face, slowly bringing my lips to hers, kissing her gently as I let her know just how much she means to me.

I slide my hand down her side, gently feeling the curve of her hip, stopping just above her thigh. Her breaths are shallow and anticipatory as her body shakes. I gently lift her leg over my hip, positioning her perfectly for taking my cock. Her eyes flicker down, and she bites her lip nervously.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice steady and filled with so much emotion. I need her to know that I love her, that after all this shit has finished, I’m staying with her. I need her to know that’s true and to believe it. It’ll be hard for her, but I’m hoping with time, she’ll realize that I’m being honest

I lean in to kiss her again, my lips soft and tender as they brush against hers. My hand slides further down her thigh, and she gasps softly, her body arching slightly towards me.

With a deep breath, I pull back slightly, placing my hands on her waist. I slowly enter, my cock thick and hard. God, I feel at home being inside of her. There's nothing better than being balls deep inside of her.

Amanda moans, her body arching beneath me, and I can't help but thrust harder, needing to feel her against me. Her hands grab my arms, her nails digging into my skin, and she moans my name, a desperate plea for more.

I oblige, thrusting deeper, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Her moans fill the room, and it makes me harder. She’s my fucking everything. I’m not losing her. Not now, not fucking ever. I was stupid to walk away from her once before, I'll be damned if I do it again.

The orgasm builds within me, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over me. I can feel Amanda tightening around me, her walls squeezing me in a vice-like grip. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know that this is it. I'm coming, hard and fast, thrusting into her with everything I have, I bottom out inside of her and groan long and hard.

I collapse onto the bed, pulling her with me. “Fuck,” I growl, completely spent. “That was amazing,” I tell her.

She gives me a coy grin. “It was so amazing. Thank you, Jake.”

I blink, wondering what on earth she could be thanking me for. “For what?”

“Being here, dropping everything to be here with me. For telling me the truth about why you left and wanting us to have another chance. I've missed you.”

My heart stammers. “Christ, I've missed you too, Amy. So fucking much.” I doubt she'll know just how much. But having her in my arms, it's all that I’ve ever wanted.

“We're going to be okay, right?” she asks, the vulnerability shining in those gorgeous green eyes of hers makes my stomach clench. I hate that she's afraid.

I run my hand along her back. “We're going to be fine,” I promise her. “Once this is over, we're going to spend Christmas together.”

She grins. Christmas is her favorite time of the year. She goes all out and I’ve missed not spending the past two years with her. “It’ll be the best Christmas ever then,” she says softly as she presses her head against my chest. “I love you, Jake Mathers.”

I doubt I’ll ever tire of hearing her say those words. “I love you, Amanda Bright.”

Once this situation is over, I’m going to sort my shit. I fucked up two years ago, by leaving her instead of doing what I wanted to and that was marry her. Now that we’re reunited, I want that, I want her more than I thought possible. As soon as she’s home, I’ll be rectifying my mistakes.

I have a feeling that this situation with Callum Dawkins is going to come to a head very soon. Let’s just hope there’s no casualties. But soon, the man will be facing justice for the murders that he’s committed and I have no doubt that as soon as his name hits the headlines, people will come forward with the atrocities that he’s done.