SEEKER

TUG OF WAR

COLLIN PERSPECTIVE

I had to speak to Mama Isla about my drug case. I saw a common name and I had to be sure. I made my way to the Records Room, hoping she was not out for lunch. She always took forever. 

I know everyone thought I was a d**k and in all fairness, I did not care. I had one job and that was to get drugs off the street. Drugs led to my brother’s untimely demise so I made it my mission to clean the streets. Closing the door, I made my way down the aisles and I should have probably listened a bit more to the heavy panting I was now registering as I took in the sight before me… Zoey, back arched, her back to Kellan’s chest, his hands roaming her body and her moaning as he… as he f****d her. WHAT THE f**k?!

I blanked, unable to move. Do I interrupt them the way I want to? That would be weird. What do I do then? Felt like porn and I hated it because it should be me taking her to these places, getting her off like that. Honestly, even if I made a sound, they were too wrapped up in each other that they would not notice.

I hated him. I hated him with everything I had and here he was, touching my girl. Making her scream. Hold on… she never screamed like that with me. She never spoke the way she did now. Did she just say ‘You f**k me so GOOD’ -WHAT THE f**k’ Who the hell was this wanton woman and why was she like this with him? 

I wanted her to myself. I wanted her to be like that with me. I wanted her with me. f**k, I f****d up. I should have fought harder for us. I also should have left this room considering what the f**k I was looking at but... I should have turned away and I swear, Kellan’s eyes swept over this side and he saw me but Zoey pulled him back for a kiss that had my jealousy doubling. He asked who her p***y belongs … I had been here 2 minutes and I was witnessing the part where she came. COME ON.

I was supposed to look away or leave but it was like a car accident… I had to see. While the wheels are turning in my head, he spun her on her back, hooking her gorgeous legs on his shoulders, moving with reckless abandon.

I have seen enough. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, going wild and she gripped him so tight, I could see the indentations of her nails on his shoulders. In actual fact, there were a few. 

Collin… walk away.

“Please,” her moans needy. This part I knew, she was going to orgasm. I had gotten myself off thinking about this. Not them together but her coming, with me inside her. Why aren’t I moving? Look away… do something!

“f**k… yes… yes,” she groaned, louder and louder. “Kellan,” she begged. “I’m coming.”

“Come on me,” He huffed.

I just realised that my brain was still processing the fact that she liked dirty talk. That was a while ago. I had been in here for a while now. What the hell… I am watching my ex and her f*****g boyfriend… fiancé. She was always so shy with me. I tried to remember the nastiest thing she said to me and I think it was ‘don’t stop’ and here he was, railing her the way I always wanted and she accepted it. Why did she not choose me!! Anger was flowing through me with so much intensity, I started to feel disgust boiling in my stomach. To be honest, I think disgust should have been my first reaction. No one should touch her like this but me…

“Scream for me baby,” he ordered her. I hate this man! I am even more jealous of him.

The sound of their s*x echoing in the room, the table creaking beneath them, my Zoey’s moans guttural and loud until he finished, taking her over the edge with again when his fingers found her c**t. She cried out as she came, bliss basically oozing from her and so was... SHE f*****g SQUIRTS... I couldn't... That's it. I am done. My stomach rolled. It was all heavy pants as they splayed on the table. Now that they weren't immersed in each other, they would hear me if I even dreamed of moving. I should have left sooner. Now I have to watch more of this.

Running his fingers on her p***y and tasting her, he spoke again. “I needed a tiny taste…” he winked and pocketed her panties. “You will not need these,” he breathed. “You know my team will grill us for this, right?” Breathless, as much as she was.

“I don’t care,” she breathed, grinning at him. “We should have stayed home,”

“I am starting to think so too,” he kissed her.

“But murderers,” she murmured, the kiss muffling her. Watching Zoey turned me on. Watching him take her there pissed me off. He got down on his knees, insisting he had to clean her up with his mouth apparently. Did he not nut in there? She liked that?!? 

I had to leave but I could not move, freezing as he started dressing her… kissing her as he clothed her, like it was normal and expected. Giving her p***y a quick kiss as he got her pants on. Nibbling her n*****s when he put her bra back on. That type of head-ass s**t.

“I’ll take care of the rest at home… Probably make a stop at my apartment first,”

 “I can’t wait,” she smiled, so satisfied and glowing so much.

“Good,” he said and sauntering off with the cockiest walk I had ever seen him pull. “I’ll need to clean up after you,” Smirk included. I f*****g HATE THIS GUY!

She blushed, finally registering how much of a mess she made on the desk and floor. “No need to leave… Gimme a sec,” 

She ran to Mama Isla’s bathroom and returned with lots of tissue and disinfectant. Isla is known to be a clean freak. I hid behind the other files in the room. He did not see me this time. I didn’t even think he saw me before. I watched Zoey wobble a bit as they left.

“You good baby?”

“I am perfect,” she beamed at him. “We should do that again,” I watched them head to the Break Room, beaming together.

UNGH I hated them together.

KELLAN POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about our quickie in the Records Room. It did not help that she was still wobbly. It took all of me not to laugh out loud. I grinned just thinking about it. For someone who has to be hunting a killer, I was pretty obsessed with the sounds Zoey makes when I was inside her. I was absentmindedly making coffee, day dreaming about how she looked sucking me off while she touched herself. A site to behold I tell ya. I played with the underwear of hers I kept in my pocket and smirked to myself, coming up with different ways I was gonna have her screaming tonight. Just the thought made me hard. GET IT TOGETHER KELLAN! I quickly thought about the crime scene and felt myself deflate. Frozen bodies. Slit Throats. Murderer on the loose. Anything to keep my head in the game. Whew!

It did not work. Or at least, there was another thing I could start thinking about. I saw a silhouette of someone in the room while we were busy. I did not exactly process it then but I was pretty sure now. I was so wrapped up in my fiancé, I dismissed it as paranoia. A brown leather jacket I think but f**k… all I could clearly remember was Zoey. She was on fire today. I was always so careful but with her… all that s**t flew out the window. I was abruptly disturbed of my day dreaming of my fiancé when the last person I needed to see walked in. Irritation built in my gut. I knew better than to act on it. It always felt like a lot of his actions were to provoke me or something. The smart ass smirk when Zoey was speaking to him and I was on the fringes. The angry glare whenever I had Zoey near me before. I did not interact with him much. He was not my problem. I had gotten good at ignoring his aura.  The waves of hostility rolling off of him literally took up all the air in the room. 

I did not lookback but I knew it was him. We have never been alone like this and … this guy does not seem to be a huge fan of decorum. When I gave him a once over and recognised the leather brown jacket and the way he was stalking his way towards me, I had a feeling my fiancé and I might have given him a show. If he stayed to watch of course. I should be embarrassed but to be honest, I was kinda glad that he saw us. If he did… if it was him. If it was the guys, they would have ripped me apart. If it was her team, they would mentioned it by now. 

I chose to think it was him because f**k him. He watched her beg me. You bet your ass I was smug. No matter which point he saw, my baby was in absolute need of me. Unmissable. Unmistakeable and I was very glad to entertain the thought of him seeing us. Maybe he might get the message and back off my woman.

Speaking of, Zoey was off with Velasquez and I knew he would protect her. I have no doubt in my mind of her ability to protect herself… I worry nonetheless. My heart clenched, the way it always did when she went to work. She was a formidable cop and I still worry. That is my heart she has with her, she needs to be safe for me. I have no clue what I would do without her. In this regard, I did not blame Collin for his obsession. 

“Hello Kellan,” Collin said, filled with hatred. He did not even try to hide it. If I was him, I would be jealous of me too. Not even he could mess with my vibe. I felt the rainbows shining out of me. I was sure he could feel it radiating. No matter how much rage was flowing through him.

“Hello Collin,” I greeted back. I’m gonna milk this.

“Congratulations on your engagement,” he mumbled.

I smiled cheerfully because if there was one thing about my life right now, is how happy I was to be engaged to her. “Thank you,” I smiled, smugness couldn’t stay off my face but I did not care. I was not even trying.

We went quiet for a while. I finished making my coffee, having a sip. I knew I had a long night ahead of me. So I better caffeine myself up. Not exactly like sleep has been a priority as of late. With the plans I had for Zoey, I was not gonna get enough sleep. This case was not exactly gonna make me sleep peacefully either.

“I do not understand how you did it but you managed to get engaged to her?” he asked with actual incredulity.

“What?” his question caught me off-guard. I took a steadying breath. “I do not understand how that is any of your business,” 

Having a brawl over my girl with her ex would be the most senseless thing in the world. I won’t make mistakes, especially this one.

“Zoey and I belong together and once she gets over all this crap. She will know it too,” he says to me and it takes all of me not to laugh. I did not hide it either, my smirk deepening. “You know how I know?” he started up when he realised that his words did nothing to me and that I was fighting laughter.

I decided to listen. This was kinda entertaining. “How do you know?” the chuckle still reverberating in my chest. He was unravelling. He definitely saw us and this was an awful attempt to get to me.

“She isn’t going public about it. Pensive. Careful. Not excited and beaming at the top of the world. I know you noticed,” he says. 

I know better. I know my woman better as well. I raised an eyebrow at him, refusing to answer. Did it get to me? Maybe. Would he see that? Not a f*****g chance.

“Exactly,” he said. “You do not deserve her,”

I stood straight and looked at him, disinterest colouring my face. “Make sure to have that chat with her then.” Do not engage with him Kellan. Do not engage on his level …anyway. I made a move to leave.

He chuckled. “It must drive you crazy,” he tossed his empty cup in the sink.

“I beg your pardon?” I should leave this room but I decided against it. I guess I was violent today. I folded my arms. “What must drive me crazy?”

He smirked smugly. “That fact that she cares about me. That she checks in on me.” he folded his arms and leaned on the counter.

I sighed. “She is a caring person. I love that about her,” I kept it diplomatic. That was the point, to provoke me into doing something stupid and embarrass my fiancé. Not gonna happen champ.

“About me? Her ex?” he challenged.

“Even if it is you,” I said simply. “You do not seem okay?” I made a show of reading him. “You alright, champ?” I asked condescendingly.

“f**k you,” he muttered. “You saw me, didn’t you?”

I KNEW IT. “Saw you?” feigned innocence and took a sip of coffee.

“In the Records Room earlier asshole,” he growled.

I choked on my coffee. Did not expect him to have watched though or openly admit to it so… I don’t know… shamelessly. I coughed a bit. “You watched?” The proper amount of surprise colouring my tone. He stared me down and I sighed, dropping all pretences. “I would apologise but I regret nothing,” I admitted, smug as f**k. “You like the show?”

“I knew you were jealous,” he muttered.

“I am not jealous,”  I commend him. He was ballsy.  All I was thinking about was how good I was giving it to her. With clear memory, I remembered one of first times Zoey and I had s*x and how she shook when I finally released her p***y from my mouth. She had squirted and I remembered the shock on her face. I thought, at the time, it was because she never had done so that quickly. She did admit (a lot later when it was a norm in our s*x life) that she had never and it’s all she does now. Then he must have hated the watery orgasm I gave her in that room. God, is there a word more powerful than smug because holy f*****g s**t, I was soaring.  

“It must suck, engaged to someone and she still checks in on me. It would drive me insane. Half in, half out… remind me, how vocal is she about the engagement?”

I chewed on my lip. He was not completely wrong. “That does not frustrate me. You do. I do not really understand your relationship with her,” I admitted offhand. “But I trust my fiancé and you are not a threat to me,” refusing to entertain the jab about Zoey. Guess we were playing the same game. I already won though but…

“Yes I am,” he smiled. “She will be mine again. I will wait as long as I have to,”

 “Then you will wait a long time,” I assured him, my eyes stern.

“You will f**k up and trust me, I will be there,” he assured me.

Alright then. f**k diplomacy. “As I said… It is your choice to wait.” I replied. “In all of this, you are forgetting that the decision was Zoey’s,”

“She deserves more,”

“Have that chat with her when she checks in on you,” I snipped at him. I decided to make things clear. “Collin, you are not my adversary. This… whatever this is… it is embarrassing,” I said, condescension seeping. “Is there any part of you that has some dignity?”

“She loves me too,”

“That may be true. I wouldn’t know. As I said, ask her.” I sighed. “I will not disrespect my fiancé by engaging you. Not on this. Not like this either,” I stalked towards him. “Let’s not get it twisted, Zoey Washington is mine and mine alone. You mean absolutely nothing to me,” I sighed. “Entertaining this game you are playing would be admitting you are my equal…like you and I are vying for the attention of the head cheerleader with the same chances of being with her.”

He tried to speak and I cut him off. “Except, she is already mine. So why on earth would you bother me?” I asked and he recoiled like I just gutted him. “As far as I see it, the scales are on my side. Do whatever you think is necessary Collin. Call on her. Talk to her. Hell, even flirt with her. Write her poems and songs about how much you love her. I don’t care. I will not lift a finger to stop you. Pining after a woman who is engaged to someone else is your prerogative.” I smirked. “Just know that for every single ounce of will and strength you use to get her back, I will be fighting twice as much, if not harder to keep her and I have more ammo,” 

“You f*****g-”

Captain walked in. “That is enough detective,” cutting him off.

Collin stared defiantly at me and I smirked, having had my back to the Captain. I turned on my heel and the Captain stopped me, insisting on Collin leaving. I waited and watched him leave. 

“I am sorry about that,” I said, I did not mean it to be but it was disrespectful... at work especially but I don’t regret clearing the air. I realised then that this was a show and a lot of people watched this. Zoey is definitely gonna hear about this. If she had not already. 

“He deserved that,” the Captain murmured. “Let’s catch a murderer. We are done with him,”

I nodded.