I couldn’t hide it anymore.

I didn’t feel my hand move until they were already pushing into my jeans. I screamed at myself to stop while burrowing my hand deeper.

With a groan full of need, I flipped over onto my back and ripped the button of my jeans loose and shoved them down my hips much like he did the first time he touched me.

Fuck yes.

My fingers finally reached where I needed them most and slipped through the slickness his memory created. Only I needed more than a memory. I needed his touch. I closed my eyes and imagined that it were his fingers teasing my clit, drawing out more evidence of his effect on me.

It wasn’t me. It was him.

“Keiran,” I whispered, letting the lust I felt for him fill my voice.

In my head, I heard his voice ask, “You want more, baby?” just like he often would over the weeks we were together.

“Yes, more,” I moaned as if he were right here. Before I could think twice, my fingers were stroking the inside of my pussy, and I was writhing and gasping in tandem to the rhythm of my fingers. It was amazing how well Keiran could fuck me without actually fucking me.

When my clit began screaming for attention once more, I searched it out with my other hand and began rubbing furiously. That was when my phone decided to ring. I was too far gone to bother to answer, but when it rang for the second time, I felt for my jeans with one hand while touching myself with the other. I wasn’t in the mood for anything that wasn’t an emergency, so whoever was on the line was getting hung up on.

“Hello,” I growled while trying to conceal a moan of frustration. My orgasm was evading me for some reason. Sometime later, I would be embarrassed at my audacity to touch myself while on the phone, but not now.

“This is Bainbridge County Jail,” the automated voice greeted me.

My fingers caressed my pussy faster before I could fully understand what was happening.

“You have a collect call from…”

My legs spread wider of their own accord as far as my jeans would allow as the slow build-up suddenly burst forward at light speed, and then I heard his rough voice growl…

“Keiran.”

I came.

Hard.

The sense of urgency and frustration and need all exploded on a silent scream.

“Do you accept?”

“Yes!” I screamed in ecstasy from the well-needed release. I didn’t hear the silence on the other line. All I could hear was the ringing of my ears as the image of him faded away, and the imagined feeling of him touching me left with it.

After a minute of lying there, catching my breath, I realized I dropped the phone next to my head. Mortified, I picked it up, my finger hovering over the end button, but something told me not to. The very last time I heard his voice, it sounded very real and very close. But that had to be my imagination. He was in jail. He was…

“This is Bainbridge County Jail…”

…on the phone.

Oh, God.

“H—Hello,” I spoke hesitantly. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him.

“Were you touching yourself?” His cold voice was like a blast of frigid air, yet my body heated up as if it were set on fire.

I struggled to talk from the shock and mortification.

“Were you?”

His mocking tone and the cocky grin I knew he would be wearing replaced my embarrassment with anger.

“No,” I laughed mockingly. “I had help.” I pulled my mouth away from the phone and said to the empty room, “Thanks, baby. You were great.”

The low growl was music to my ears.

“It’s good for you that I have a sense of humor, or I might be inclined to break out of here,” he threatened.

“Is there a reason for your call?”

“I didn’t want you to forget me.”

“Too late. I’m past you and your sick sense of humor.” A knowing blush spread over my skin as I straightened up my pants.

“Is that why you were just touching yourself?”

“I—I was—wasn’t.”

“You forget… I’ve made you come, and I’ve heard you lie. I know both sounds very well. Were you thinking about me?’

“What?” I shrieked and almost dropped the phone.

“Were. You. Thinking. About. Me. When you touched your pussy?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. He couldn’t see me, but he could hear me. “You do have a sense of humor.”

“My, my, aren’t we brave?”

“I’m getting the feeling this conversation is over so I’m hanging up now. Nice talking to you.”

“It was my voice that made you come, wasn’t it? As hard as you tried and as much as you gave, you just couldn’t find that push…”

“Don’t—”

“Flatter myself? I wouldn’t dare, but you flatter me. Do you know what it does to me to know you were touching yourself because of me? It makes me hot, Lake, and it makes me hard.”

“Well, you aren’t bad looking so I’m pretty sure there are plenty of men in there who are willing to keep you company,” I snapped. In truth, I wanted to hide the nervous lust in my voice from thinking about him hot and hard.

The line was silent for a heartbeat before he asked, “So, you’re back?”

I knew what he meant without having to ask. “I shouldn’t be.”

“So what changed?”

“Because you’re going to prison?”

His dry laugh washed over me as if there wasn’t a phone and a jail separating us. “I’m not going to prison, baby.”

“I’m not your baby,” I argued petulantly.

“You were the last time I had my cock inside you.”

“You’re going to prison,” I repeated.

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“Because you killed them, Keiran.” I stood up to pace the room, trying to get my bearings. You aren’t afraid of him. You aren’t afraid of him. “You’re sick.”

“That may be, but I didn’t kill them.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Why do you care? They wouldn’t have batted an eyelash if it had been you who were burned alive.”

“I don’t think I should be talking to you,” I said instead. He was right, and I hated it, but it didn’t make it okay that they were tortured and killed.

“Why is that?”

“Because I turned you in?” I laughed humorlessly. “Because I’m testifying against you?”

“No you’re not.”

“Oh?” My pacing abruptly ended as I came to a halt in the middle of my bedroom.

“You won’t,” he smugly repeated, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Why are you so sure?”

“How else would you feel me between your thighs again if I’m locked away?”

“That’s not going to happen,” I snapped.

“Yes, it will, and do you want to know why?”

Don’t ask why. Don’t ask why. “Why?” I asked, ignoring my gut for the millionth time.

“Because I’m coming for you, Lake.” His voice lowered, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Are you ready for me?”

No. I wasn’t even close to being ready for him. I knew what he would come for when he got out. Keiran was a vengeful person and didn’t like losing control. I took that away from him by turning him in. I swallowed down the familiar stirrings of fear and told myself if he came after me again, this time would be different.

I was different.

“Hey, Keiran?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t drop the soap.”

Chapter Four

Keiran

“Don’t drop the soap.” The click of the line told me she had hung up, but all I heard was, “Get fucked,” which was exactly what I knew she meant.

My only question was when did she grow a pair of balls? Part of me was turned on, and part of me was mad as fuck. I was losing control.

That wasn’t allowed to happen.

But I knew, once I got out of here, I would scare her back into submission. I just had to figure out how I would get out of here. Between my uncle and Dash’s parents, I had the best lawyers working my case. The fuckers wearing the big wigs denied my bail so I was stuck here until trial…