There were red and blue flashing lights
behind me.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
This was not good.
What in hell was a cop doing out here
in a county area so remote the radio stations had static? I'd no idea how fast
I was going, but I was sure it was at least twenty miles over the speed limit.
Life wasn't fair.
It had been a long week. Well, scratch
that, two long years already.
The night, as predicted, didn't go too
well for James' liking. All I ever did was to laugh at a joke. The girlfriend
of one of James' co-workers had made the observation, not unkindly, that James'
boss looked like a giraffe. The likeness had been so obvious, I couldn't help
the snort of laughter.
"That was inappropriate behavior.
I expected more from you than that."
Inappropriate behavior.
Maybe it had been too loud. Maybe a
couple heads had turned. But all I'd done was laugh, for heaven's sake.
On Monday, I had to accompany my father
to his weekly leg therapy and had been too stubborn to cooperate. On Wednesday,
my mother had needed her diaper changed. When she'd cried through the indignity
of it, I had cried too. I'd made multiple calls to the insurance company about
a ten-thousand-dollar charge my sister insisted was incorrect and therefore
refused to pay. Finally, to top off this terrific week, I'd been roped into
being James' arm candy for this business party, the annual "Summer
Fling" for which he had to have a date.
God, I was so sick of worrying about
what I said, how I did things. Maybe I'd overreacted. But seeing James' face
when I'd told him to "go to hell" had been worth it. I'd even taken
his car, a car that certainly shouldn't belong to a stuffy corporate ass kisser
who color-organized his sock drawer.
That's why I wasn't afraid to let it
loose this time. Driving James' Porsche Cayenne Turbo was like heaven. God…it
felt so good. On these quiet rural roads, nothing around for miles and miles
but corn and a rosy summer sky getting ready for sunset, it felt incredible,
like riding a horse. Or riding a man. Maybe both were a form of running, but I
didn't care.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled over.
I could handle one cop. The threat of
jail had all the appeal to me of a weekend spa session. With a full body
massage.
I glanced in the side view mirror as
the cop's car door opened. If I hadn't been used to seeing refitted drug dealer
cars used in the city all the time by the police, I might have suffered a
fleeting worry about a blue light bandit posing as a police officer. The car
was a sleek black Range Rover. It was an interesting choice of a car. It didn't
answer what a city cop was doing way out here, though. Then he unfolded and
straightened from the car and I lost the desire to wonder about anything.
Holy God.
As if I'd been going so fast the world
had spun on its axis and now was going way, blissfully slow, his first few
steps toward me were like the movies where the hero's initial walk-on scene was
in slow motion.
He wasn't wearing a uniform. With my
earlier thought of a sexual predator posing as a policeman, that should have
alarmed me. But when dormant hormones surged to life as they did now, like a
pack of wild dogs out of control, it sort of cancelled out brain cells.
His well-creased jeans moved with his
hips just right, the badge flashing at me from where it was clipped to his
belt. He wore a shoulder holster and his snug dark V-neck shirt was tucked in,
capturing the sharp, authentic look of a cop, despite the casual wear. It also
emphasized a broad chest, wide shoulders and flat abdomen that drew the eye
back past his waist down to other things the jeans held well. He had a black
baseball cap with gold PD lettering pulled down low on his brow and wore
concealing aviator sunglasses against the setting sun. His jaw line was hard
and clean as creek rock, sporting a hint of stubble that went with the dark
blond close-cropped hair I could see beneath the cap. His arms. My God, I'd
just dwell on those arms for days, the muscular strength they conveyed.
If I could program this moment like my
DVR, I'd pause and rewind so he could walk toward me forever. I'd worship the
cable company like gods.
The baseball field. I remembered now.
As I was headed out of town, there'd been a mixture of cop cars and vehicles
with police and fire association bumper stickers. The police and firemen ran a
series of six games every year, a benefit for the children's center. This guy
was likely off duty, heading home. So why did he mind if I was doing a little
careless joyriding? Was he one of those tight-assed sticklers for the rules?
He's a cop, woman. They enforce laws.
That's kind of their job.
But he wasn't on duty. The whine, even
in my own head, made me wince. It just wasn't fair.
From the way the cop approached the
car, I knew he was doing that quick assessment police people did to ensure I
wasn't going to pose a threat. Or pull a gun from my micro-sized evening bag.
Oh hell. I had no license with me. I'd
left it and my wallet at home because I was with James. I had a clutch purse
with a few toiletries in it and that was it.
James. I closed my eyes as I gripped
the wheel tight. Damn James.
My dating life in the past couple years
had been James. It wasn't dating I cared about, however. I'd asked Lola, my
sister, to pay for a relief nurse to give me a night away from the house once
every couple of weeks. My one and only sister had moved north and joined a New York
A successful CPA, now engaged and eight
years older than me, Lola saw no reason why I couldn't provide our parents
everything they needed at home. As the eldest child, Lola held power of
attorney for our parents. At first, I'd tried to believe her reasoning was
emotional, based on love. The "we're not putting Mom and Dad in a
home" mentality, lingering from a time when the only choice was a brick
box structure on the side of the highway with a few rocking chairs out front.
As time progressed, my opinion changed bitterly. She insisted she would take
care of the finances insurance didn't cover and my living expenses, but
everything was a fight and grudgingly given.
She'd hung up on me after calling me a
selfish bitch trying to drain her bank account. An hour later, I'd been called
by James. A former colleague of my sister's fiancé, he needed an attractive arm
piece for his business dinners and didn't have much time to devote to
developing a relationship. Lola said she'd pay for an overnight relief nurse
whenever I chose to go out with James, as long as it didn't exceed once a
month. In return, I suspected James gave her and her fiancé a discount on his
brokerage services.
At first, I'd been insulted by the
whole situation. But after giving it some thought, I decided to take advantage
of it. If it's the only way I could go out, then spending time with a man wouldn't
be that bad.
On my first date with James, I'd
planned to have an early night and spend the rest of her evening elsewhere. I'd
take a few dollars I'd put aside to check into a cheap motel and read or sleep
for the night, enjoy some solitude. It's not that he wasn't attractive, he was
just way out of my league and we didn't have a lot in common.
But for reasons I was ashamed to
examine too closely, I'd let James coax me into going home with him and
succumbing to some cursory sex I'd actually been grateful to him for
initiating. A weak moment where I'd needed comfort, someone's sheltering arms.
After that it had become a monthly
habit. Go to some idiotic boring business function, go home with James. At
least he fell asleep quickly. I could then slide out of bed and sit by the
window, listening to rain patter on the glass or watching the moon. Sometimes I
read whatever paperback novel I'd picked up for escapism. While I was
embarrassed at myself, at the whole revolting situation, I knew I didn't have
enough energy left at the end of the day to walk away from it. My mother was
sliding fast toward the end and my father was losing hope that he could walk
again without any support, and I couldn't give them everything I knew they
needed. I was so desperate for that one day a month where I'd get a few hours
away from that reality, I was willing to be whored out to get it.
Imagining James' arms around me now was
smothering. Intolerable. Like a dog trying to wriggle under a fence, stuck in
the hole he'd dug, I understood why he'd strangle himself to death trying to
escape.
My train of thoughts got interrupted by
a tap on the glass. Crap! The cop.
Reluctantly I turned the key and let
the window roll down.
"Ma'am, were you aware you were
going a hundred and thirty miles an hour?"
Holy shit. I couldn't help it. A giggle
burst from me. I clapped my hand over my mouth. Well, no wonder he'd stopped
me, even if he was off duty. I might as well have sauntered past his window and
waved a bag of cocaine.
When he frowned, I had a sudden urge to
nibble on his firm lips. What was the matter with me? I bit back more of that
inappropriate laughter. Seems all the men in my life, including this newest
addition, didn't approve of my laughing. Well…fuck them. In fact… My gaze coursed
over him. That would be a really good idea. Those jeans looked like they
contained something quite capable of inappropriate behavior.
"Ma'am, is something funny? Have
you been drinking?" He asked, still frowning.
"No. No." I shook my head,
smothered another nearly hysterical hiccup of laughter. "I should though.
I should drink a lot."
His brow raised, that stern expression
deepening, and oh my Lord. My panties dampened, a shocking reaction. I couldn't
remember the last time I'd let myself think about the possibility of good sex.
When James and I did it, I tried not to think about what we were doing at all
because that would make me realize exactly how horribly unsatisfying it was.
His touch barely aroused me. He knew enough to get me lubricated so we could
accomplish the act. I preferred to call it that versus "wet" because "wet"
implied excitement, emotional involvement.
When he finished, he never even asked
me if I had reached climax. Which I didn't mind actually, because if he thought
I expected that, he might try doing it longer. God help me.
Was this cop really masterful like
this? Or was it just a trained persona, something he took off like his badge
and gun at the end of the day? Did he become a man as lackluster as James, an
unimaginative couch potato?
"Ma'am, I need you to get out of
the car." He said in a mean cop voice.
The laughter faded from my mind,
leaving a sense of hopeless solitude. Reality had intruded and the gorgeous cop
was going to give me a ticket. Another thing to deal with, another thing I'd
have to resolve with my sister because I'd wanted one frigging moment to
breathe. Something surged up in me so fast and hard it was like a bad reaction
to the evening's hors d'oeuvres and just as alarming. Much worse than vomit.
A muscle flexed in my jaw.
"Officer, I…" I swallowed. "Can you go back to your car just a
moment, please?"
He lifted a brow.
"I'm going to cry now. I don't
want to cry. It actually…d-doesn't…help anything. And…and…I'm not a
crier!" I blurted it out as I felt the first tears start to well from my
eyes. "I don't…try to get out of tickets and…I d-don't w-want…please. I'll
take the t-ticket. Just… Oh hell. Go away."
I hit the window control. I needed a
"Come back in five minutes" sign like they had at the bank. Why
couldn't I have had this one thing? Why did it have to be this way, always?
What had I done wrong?
I turned away from him, burying my face
in my hands. This was just so embarrassing. Making myself looked like fool,
laughing because I didn't notice I was driving too fast and now bursting in
tears in front of the gorgeous officer. Why was this-
Before I knew it, he had the door
opened and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, his fingers brushing my hip over my
short black silk dress. Gently he took my elbow and leaned closer, gathering me
in his arms. Surprisingly, I fit perfectly against his chest.
"It's okay," he murmured.
I knew I should have been shocked, but
I no longer had the energy to do what was right or proper. The arms around me
felt good. Strong. Able to hold me together so I wouldn't break. Until he'd put
them around me, I hadn't realized how fragile I felt. He smelled of sweat from
the baseball game, a faint soap and aftershave smell.
"No…it's…not. But it doesn't
matter. I still have to keep on going, and I'm s-so af-fraid I c-can't. That
I'll l-let them d-down."
"Sshh…sshh… Just let it out."
I had my arms folded between us, as I pushed my head onto his shoulder. I felt
him tightened his hold on me and let me sob. God, this was so pathetic. I had
to get a hold of myself before I could embarrass myself more. The cop would
think I was an emotional wreck and desperately needing some professional help.
When I lifted my head to look at him, I
hastily wiped my eyes before he could see me. I bet my tears plus the make-up
just gave me an instant halloween mask. But he caught my wrist before I could
move them to my eyes. He stopped for a second, looking for something. Then his
hand went to his front shirt, pulling it loose and brought the edge up to my
face. As he did, my hand fluttered down, landed on his bare stomach, just above
the belt holding his jeans.
He was rock-hard muscle. I fought the
irresistible urge to spread out my fingers, enjoy the flat stomach, the silken
trail of hair I knew would arrow straight down toward his groin. My thumb was
on his belt. I should feel emotionally drained after such a cry. Embarrassed
and ready for ice cream and female-only solitude. However, as my hand made that
intimate contact, hard want pulsed between my thighs, telling me exactly what I
was ready for.
Carefully, he kept dabbing under my
eyes, looking like he didn't mind the unintentional contact of my hand on his
hard abs. He was so close that the warmth of his body was giving that
unfamiliar comfort.
Like my desire to speed in the Porsche,
I wanted to ride fast and hard, as fast as I could, higher and higher. I didn't
want to have sex. I'd given up on making love. I wanted to fuck. Like I'd read
about, dreamed about. I wanted to fuck this sexy, gorgeous cop with gentle
hands and hard muscles, who'd been enough of a good guy to know when I needed a
shoulder. Something James wouldn't recognize if my parents dropped dead, my
house burned down and I discovered I'd gained twenty pounds. No. Never.
With his arms bent like this, his
biceps swelled into nice firm curves. Oh lord. His hands were long-fingered and
looked rough, strong. Normally, I didn't care that a man might be a little
soft, but right now I wanted a man the way a fantasy demanded him to be. A man
who would spread my legs with relentless determination and sheathe himself, drowning
me in pleasure. Take me over, allow me to think only about his cock and the
climax he'd send screaming through my every nerve ending...
Okay, I was taking this fantasy way too
far.
He'd straightened to his feet and
extended an open palm. He could be kind, but he was still going to do his job,
make sure I wasn't intoxicated.
Taking his hand, I started to get out
of the car. Getting out of a Porsche in a short dress didn't allow modesty. I
hesitated as he tightened his grip on me. Insisting I was going to get out of
that car.
Well, why not? The speed I'd been
going, the exhilaration I'd felt at the sheer freedom of it, came surging back
through me. What was I worried about?
He grasped my hand and helped me out of
out the car. The skirt hiked up past the lace top of my thigh highs briefly
before I rose. While I couldn't tell for sure, I thought he'd looked.
"What the.." He whispered in
quiet voice.
Suddenly my protective cop had the
intimidating look of a pissed-off Clint Eastwood. Before I could step back,
startled by the change in his expression, his hands slid to my upper arms,
holding me fast.
"Who left those bruises on your
neck?"
I blinked. The cop had just…he'd just
used a possessive tone, and heat rushed up through me at the way his jaw hardened,
telling me he damn well expected an answer. It was like a sign. He wanted me
too. Or was I having a delusion?
"Oh—no. It's not what you think.
My father had an accident. He couldn't walk straight or move without assistance
or his wheelchair. One time he got pretty upset about his condition and tried
to stand up on his own. I tried to catch him so he wouldn't break his neck. It
was just an accident." I thought I'd patted on enough makeup to disguise
it. "I take care of him."
"Sounds like you need some help.
Isn't there a nurse or someone else taking care of him?"
"I am a nurse."
I gave him the information distractedly,
already not thinking about that anymore. If I acted like this was a fantasy,
then if I made a fool of myself tomorrow I could pretend it had all been a
dream, right? Unless I woke up in jail, of course.
When he removed his glasses and hooked
them in his shirt collar, I saw he had light blue eyes to go with his dark
blond hair. Geez, could he get more gorgeous than he was right now?
I cleared my throat. "I think you
were going to determine if I'd been drinking."
"Have you?"
"One glass of wine at the dullest
party that's ever been held in the history of corporate America
I stepped backward two steps while he
watched me closely.
"Let's be sure. Just walk down the
center line, ma'am. One foot in front of the other."
A straight line, no stepping off right
or left. I'd been doing that for the past seven years. Mom and Dad had believed
in me, and I'd tamed the wildness. But tonight I wanted to let it loose. I'd
have the control to rein it back in. Tomorrow.
"Mind if I take my shoes off
first?" I gestured to the shiny three-inch heels. "I wouldn't want to
catch one on the pavement and make you think I was something I wasn't."
He inclined his head. Holding onto the
car, I took off one shoe then switched my grip to do the other. Now he was even
taller. Dropping the shoes behind the seat through the open door, I turned,
propped one foot on the back wheel. Reaching up a few inches under the skirt, I
unhooked the garter and rolled down the stocking deliberately, knowing I was
revealing my leg from the side almost to the hip.
Let's see how far we can take this. The
sheer stocking came off like a dandelion's seeds at a puff from my lips,
blowing lightly in the air. After I did the other, I turned to find him
watching. Avidly, a man's desire in his eyes. His jaw flexed. Smiling, I
approached and draped the stockings over one of his broad shoulders, coming
close enough I could feel his heat. Since something in his eyes told me I
should be cautious about coming too close, I took a step closer.
"Thanks," I said simply.
"That's the best compliment I've gotten in months."
As I moved by him, I made sure my hip
brushed his before I walked toward the center line. Stepping onto the white
line, I placed one foot before the other, deliberate as a deer. I inwardly
laughed at myself. Geez, I was really doing this. Putting my hands out to
either side like a bird, I looked back and gave him a mischievous, thorough
look.
"My, that's a very big gun you're
carrying, Officer. You're scaring me."
His lips twitched. For a second, I
thought I saw a wicked gleam in his eyes then he cleared his throat. "Just
walk the line, ma'am."
As I put one foot in front of the
other, my hips swayed. I was exaggerating the motion, hoping to get more
reaction from the gorgeous cop. "And touch my toes?" As I went down,
my short skirt inched up, close to showing him what was beneath it. When I
rose, I cast an innocent look over my shoulder. "Did I do it right, or
should I do it again?"
He cocked his head to the side.
"We actually require you to touch your nose, not your toes."
"Oh. My fault." Dropping my
head back on my shoulders, I brought one pale limb up, one slender finger
touching my nose, then the other. As I lowered my arms, the spaghetti strap
tumbled off the curve of my shoulder.
"I need your license and
registration."
I bit my lip. "I don't have them.
I mean, James may keep the registration in the car, but—"
"This isn't your car."
"No." I shook my head.
"Is that your boyfriend?" He
asked in an authoritative voice.
"James?" I blinked. "Oh
heavens, no." I couldn't stop the small smile on my face. "Why is
that relevant? You can't require me to talk about my personal life, can
you?"
"Actually, there's a statute that
says I can. It's very complicated."
I gave him a dubious look, went and sat
down in the driver's seat of my car, slipping my shoes back on, this time
without the hose. He was back to giving me that detached, speculative look.
What was I doing, really? What would
one moment of fun help?
Especially when it could be so easily
disrupted by the slightest mention of the life I'd tried to leave behind for
one night.
"I think I should tell you, I
stole the car."
"What?" That cop look snapped
back on his face so fast I wondered if I'd imagined him responding to my brief,
pathetic attempt at flirtation. He probably got hit on all the time.
"Well, he was being such an ass. I
mean, it's bad enough I'm there as his show pony, but to tell me I can't even
laugh when I want to laugh. And his boss does look like a giraffe, I'm
sorry."
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"So you took off with his car."
"I got his keys out of his coat.
It's not like he knows how to drive it anyway. He likes pretty cars and pretty
women and has no idea how to handle either one of them."
When I looked up at him, I couldn't
keep myself from lingering over the terrain. Or from saying the words that came
out of my mouth, which seemed to be disconnected from my brain. "I bet
that's not a problem you have, do you? Officer…"
"Boyle. Officer Gavin Boyle."
He continued and sighed. "Let me run the plates, make sure he hasn't
reported it."
I nodded absently, thinking of how my
night of letting loose was all going wrong. Before he went back to his car, he
stepped forward brushing my shoulder, catching his fingers in the strap to tug
it back onto my shoulder. The soft gesture made me dipped my head and laid my
cheek against the top of his knuckles. It was intimate, familiar, as if we'd
known each other for awhile.
But when I looked up at him, he must
have seen how desperate I was-what I wanted and needed, he retreated. Damn it.
He nodded awkwardly, extricated his hand and moved away.
I closed my door, leaned my head back
on the seat and watched him in the rearview mirror. So was that it? An odd
moment shared with a stranger, one we'd each recall later, me with some
embarrassment, him with some perplexity? Would either of us wonder what would
have happened if we'd taken it just a step farther? It had been a while since
I'd had the heart to believe in Fate. I studied the way the dark sleeve of his
shirt stretched as he bent his arm to bring the radio to his mouth.
Perhaps, even though I hadn't had the
courage to give Fate a chance lately, Fate had decided to give me one.
Gavin Boyle.
He couldn't make the decisive move. He
was a decent guy, I could tell, and he wouldn't disgrace the badge by taking
advantage of the authority it gave him. But if I made it clear this wasn't
about that, not exactly… That I was willing to cross boundaries if he was and
move into a territory where a whole other set of rules applied…
A smile flirted around my lips. I
couldn't possibly...
Oh why the hell not?
I twisted the key in the ignition. As
the engine came to life, his head snapped around, those light blue eyes
narrowing, his jaw flexing in a very attractive way.
Lowering the window, I leaned out.
"Officer Boyle." I hit the gas once, punctuating my call with the
response of the Porsche. "Can that British car hold its own in a good
chase, or does it just look good?"
A series of expressions crossed his
face, faster than the car could move, but I was almost sure one of them was
arousal at the unmistakable taunt, the purr I put into my voice.
"Don't even think about it."
He was trying for that stern look again, the one that got my juices flowing
even hotter. "Miss…"
∞∞∞∞
Jesus Christ, what was her name? I took
a step forward and she goosed the pedal, rolling several feet. "You've
managed to get out of a ticket up to this point." I tried for calm, even
though that light in her eye made me feel anything but. Fire was licking
through my vitals, and the revving of that engine reverberated in my own body.
"Don't push your luck."
"It's a secret. I don't want to
get out of a ticket." Her lips curved, the girl-next-door suddenly the
siren of my most prurient dreams. "But tell you what, Officer Boyle. If
you can catch me, you can try to get me out of these clothes and I might tell
you my name. Though you better have handcuffs, because I fully intend to resist
arrest."
I swore. "Dammit, woman—"
She hit the gas. A spray of gravel and
dirt peppered the front of the Range Rover as she peeled the back tires
deliberately, skidding back onto the asphalt and heading up the deserted
highway, the car's flanks flashing in the light of the rising yellow moon.
"Goddamn it." Tossing the
radio back in the car, I yanked open the door, sliding behind the wheel.
Little idiot probably wasn't wearing
her seat belt. Or any underwear.
Firing the car, I hit the gas, not
bothering with a seat belt either because I wasn't sure I'd get it over the
hard-on she'd just brought to full life on me, even though common sense told me
that I needed something to chafe it back down to a size that would allow enough
blood in my brain to think.
Her boyfriend hadn't reported the car
stolen. Probably figured she'd steam it off and come back. No, not her
boyfriend. Her escort. I went up to a higher gear, remembering she'd said that.
My vixen wasn't attached. Well, that was about to change, at least for tonight.
Though for some reason, the idea of taking her home and keeping her was plenty
appealing.
∞∞∞∞
Oh he had good reflexes. I'd only
gotten a quarter mile on him when he was closing the gap. Of I course was
holding back some, not just because I was now a little more cognizant of how
fast I was going but also because flat out on an open road a Range Rover
wouldn't have a chance in hell against a Porsche. I didn't have any intention
of losing him. I grinned at the thought.
I whipped into a turn and accelerated
coming out as if there were an egg under the gas pedal, a slow roll, just the
way a fast car liked it. The Porsche leaped forward. As I straightened, I
watched that black british car take it the same way, coming on low and mean
after me.
The tractor road came up suddenly, but
I hit the brake, spinning out the back wheels for a fast ninety-degree turn.
God, I'd missed this. When my dad had worked the pits of the dirt tracks, he'd
taught me how to handle the cars like the young NASCAR wannabes. This car was
as responsive as a hard and hungry man. Like the one I felt closing in behind
me.
A fork came up and I veered right,
shooting over a bump that flew me over a sizeable pothole, the tires almost leaving
the ground. I landed as light as a unicorn on the other side of a road that was
barely more than a deer track.
Get me out of these clothes. I'd meant
it and far more.
I was headed for Cutter's Bridge. This
road was only used by farm equipment moving between the corn fields that
whipped by them, green, gold and silver in the moonlight, the silk tassels
waving like race pennants.
Oh shit. He gunned the car as we took
the curve into the straightaway to the bridge. Three hundred yards and no
options. Flooring it, he swung around me in the narrow space and swerved toward
my driver's door.
My eyes snapped toward him and I yanked
the wheel right, hard. I jumped into a sea of corn, the back end of the car
careening as I fought to hold control.
The car spun, but the corn formed a
good break and I straightened, rolled to a halt.
Officer Boyle already slammed on his
own brakes and was out of the car headed toward me when I came out of the
driver's side unhurt, face flushed with adrenaline. I was barefoot again and
shot him a reckless smile as I took off.
"Catch me if you can," I
called out, backpedaling, waiting to see if he'd follow, if he'd play my game.
I frowned and couldn't hide the disappointment on my face when he backed up.
But when he opened his trunk and put his gun in and re-locked it, I realized he
was preparing for a chase.
He moved back toward his car door,
leaned into the open window and reached across the passenger seat, coming back
out with handcuffs.
Holy mother of god.
"What's it going to be,
sweetheart? You going to come quietly, or am I going to have to get
rough?" He said in a husky voice as another flush of heat spread across my
cheeks.
"You start this, it may not end
here. When I like what I see, I tend to hang on to it for a while." Was he
giving me an option to turn back and just forget it?
I swallowed. Those handcuffs winked in
the moonlight. I could imagine them holding my wrists, his mouth on my skin,
his fingers driving me. With him, I suspected I'd never come quietly.
I knew what tomorrow would bring.
Because of that, I also knew what I needed now, even though my body trembled at
the thought. As his gaze registered it, the heat in his eyes increased.
I tossed back my hair. "Hope you
didn't eat too many donuts today, Officer. I don't go down easy."
Gavin thought I'd go down on him real
easy. Slick as butter. He bolted toward me. Oh my god.
With a squeal and a yelp, a snip of
laughter, I took off.
I ran the way, full out, with
unexpected nimble twists and turns, keeping an edge on him longer than he
expected. But he was wearing sneakers and I was barefoot. He was in top shape
and a lot taller. He feinted left with me, and when I spun, he moved right with
me, making me retreat from him again. When he was closing the gap, I made the
mistake of glancing over my shoulder at him, losing a stride, and that was all
he needed. He put on a burst of speed. I made a dash to my left, then startled
him by lunging back, knocking into him. When he stumbled around me, I twisted neatly
under his arm, obviously intending to double back on him. He fell back,
catching me around the waist, and tumbled us both to the ground.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I squirmed, I writhed, I threw elbows,
but at the same time laughing so hard, leaving me breathless. I found him
grinning ear to ear as he tussled with me across the ground. His hand
encountered a thigh, the trim nip of my waist. I snatched at his handcuffs and
he fended me off. In a deft move, he rolled me shrieking to my stomach and
caught one wrist above my head, pinning me with the gentle but inexorable
pressure of his knee high on my back. When he locked one cuff on the wrist, I
realized he had me. Realized what that meant.
"You don't know what you're
playing at, little girl," he said roughly.
When he eased the pressure of his knee,
moved it off me, I took the chance and shifted my head and laid my cheek on it,
pressing my lips to his leg. I caught the inseam of the jeans just above the
knee with my teeth, a playful tug of the denim before I let it go. It put my
head practically in his lap as he bit back a groan.
As I rolled over, I kept my arms
stretched above my head, my body open to his, vulnerable. I knew I was shaking,
not for fear and he knew it. His eyes continued to gaze on my exposed body. I
could tell he was still contemplating and thinking if I knew exactly what I
wanted.
I licked my lips and peered up at him
"A cop is supposed to be a guardian. A protector," I said softly.
"Every woman wants to believe that, Officer Boyle. I do. I need to. I need
you to take over. I don't want any other options tonight."
This moment could be called many
things. The wrong choice, something that either or both of us would call an
attack of hormones in the morning. A bad career decision for him most
certainly, a weak moment of shame for me. Time played those kinds of tricks on
people.
He paused. And I was sure that he was
still uncertain, thinking maybe this was all wrong.
Lifting my uncuffed hand, I reached
toward his face. When he caught my wrist just before I got to him, I managed to
brush my fingertips along his jaw.
"It's all right," I promised.
"I won't hurt you either."
Leaning over me, he took my wrist back
to the ground over my head. My lips parted, eyes following him as he stretched
over me, cuffed the other wrist. The look of uncertainty finally replaced by
full blown desire.
"I guess you're going to do
whatever you want with me now, and I'll have no say in it." My voice came
out in a whisper.
He stared down at me. I wondered if he
knew he'd gone stern and unsmiling again, in that way that made my pussy so
slippery.
With deliberate roughness, he reached
between my legs, pushing up the flimsy barrier of my skirt, and pressed the
heel of his hand against my mound. When I arched up like a firecracker
detonating, he swore. Fervently. I was soaking wet and wearing just a lacy
thong beneath the garter belt. He let his fingers play with the thong's back
strap, teasing my buttocks, making them clench.
He surprised me a little when he took
hold of the front of my dress and ripped the straps loose, pulling the front
down to my hips to display me to his avid gaze.
He took his time, easing the hem of the
dress up my thighs. He pulled the thong to the side so he could see the lips of
my pussy, damp like the tiny patch of silky curls there.
"You're so delicate all
over." He stroked me, my fingers flexed and then curl into helpless fists
as he stimulated me, made me wetter. "Such a pretty little thing. With a
sassy mouth."
I smiled a little, too dazed with
desire. "What are you going to do about that?" I managed to rasp out.
As he stroked my clit harder, my thigh
muscles loosened, my body moving restlessly up toward him.
"Let me…" I hesitated, a
flush staining my cheeks.
"Tell me your name."
What? No. Not right now.
"Later." I managed to say.
He kept up his manipulation, slid one
finger into me. I whimpered and struggled, trying to take him deeper, my hot
wet core bumping against his knuckles. "What is it?"
"Later." He stopped and I
quickly added. "Please."
My breathless voice did the magic as I
saw the understanding in his eyes. I needed this first.
"What do you want?" He said
and continued to move his finger.
"I want…" I thought those two
words summed it up. But the things moving inside of me were dark desires,
things I'd never thought of wanting with James or any other man, let alone
voicing.
"Please, I want…you. In my mouth.
Make me…"
Those light blue eyes turned a shade
darker. His hand between my legs was stoking an ache that was spiraling high
and wild already.
"Suck my cock." He said the
words I couldn't, but as he did, my muscles convulsed against him, giving him
his answer. He swallowed, that sculpted jaw flexing with the motion.
"That's exactly what I'm going to make you do. Stretch that sassy
mouth."
"Yes. Please."
Slowly withdrawing his hand, he pinched
my clit, making me buck with reaction, a gasp leaving my lips. He brought the
fingers to his mouth, tasting me. Oh god, that was so hot.
Standing up, he lifted me to my feet,
an effortless move that made my stomach drop. Then he eased me back down to my
knees, controlling my descent.
"Open my jeans."
Bringing my cuffed hands up, I obeyed,
unbuckling the belt and slipping the button to take the zipper down in what
felt like slow motion. Then I surprised him when I moved much faster, yanking
it down and spreading my hands across his pelvis, my fingers curving inside the
jeans to dig into his hips as I moved forward on my knees. He groaned,
stripping the belt out of the way and dropping it as I mouthed him through the
fabric of his boxer briefs, biting him, trying to get it out of my way as well.
When he pushed my touch aside, he shoved down the garment so that his cock
stretched long and hard out of the opening of his pants.
God. He's so freaking huge! Licking my
lips, I closed both hands over him and rubbed my cheek along his length.
He let out a low growl. "Put me in
your mouth. I'm going to go fucking crazy if you don't."
I reached up to caress his stomach and
forgot the cuffs were positioned below his cock, pinching tender skin.
He flinched and my gaze snapped up to
him. "I'm sorry, I didn't…"
"No." He fisted his hand in
my hair, rubbed his thumb along my temple. "I'm sorry. I should have done
this first." Catching me by my shoulders, he lifted me back to my feet and
lowered his mouth to mine.
Oh God. Yes. I closed my eyes and let
myself be swept away by the firmness of those lips, the wet heat as he invaded
my mouth, biting before he sealed the pressure, teasing, exploring my mouth.
With my hands cuffed I could do nothing but be held by him, experience the
explosion of sensation. Who knew that having one's lips caressed by a man's
tongue could send electrical current through every part of the body? He had one
arm banded around my back, the other behind my head. My arms were bent so my
wrists pressed against his chest, pinning my arms. His cock pushed between my
thighs, only the thin dress in between. When he lowered that arm, he palmed my
ass and hitched me up so I straddled it, holding it between my thighs so he
could do a slow rub against my clit, any sense of shame fled.
I rubbed back, tightening my buttocks
under the kneading of his fingers,standing on my toes on top of his shoes,
straining for every sensation. As he lifted me off my feet, holding me even
more tightly, I whimpered into his mouth.
When he pulled away, my body was looser
than it had ever been.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," I
managed. "I—"
"I want you to want me so bad you
don't mind hurting me to get what you want. If you don't," a slow smile
spread over his face, "I'm doing something wrong."
I felt my lower body turn to heated wax
at that smile. "Same goes," I whispered.
Did I say I have thing for men in
boxers? Damn sexy.
I'd never wanted to do this for James.
Never felt the slightest desire. But now I was exactly where I wanted to be, my
body coiled like a spring, so aroused I couldn't help the noises of hunger I
made as I went down on him again and again, sucking, nipping, flicking my
tongue. I felt the convulsion of his hand on my head, knew from glancing up
that his face was suffused with hard lust, light blue eyes burning with it as
he watched, every muscle taut.
Catching my head in both hands, Gavin
lifted my mouth roughly away from him, nearly groaned at the sheer pleasure of
it when my tongue swiped at his tip, taking the pre cum that had collected
there and added it to the moist glistening of my lips.
"I want you inside of me. Please."
He closed his eyes as I spoke the words with desperate need.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I don't
have anything to keep you safe."
I didn't care. So, I stood up on my
knees, brought the cuffed hands out from beneath his cock and up to run my
palms under the T-shirt and feel how his arousal had made his firm skin damp.
Pushing the fabric out of the way, I kissed him across his stomach, flicked my
tongue over a hip bone, touched his navel. He caught my hands when they reached
his chest and tugged me to my feet. With my hands trapped between them, he
cupped my ass, bringing, me hard against his cock. I wasn't sure if it was me
or the cop who was making the hungry sounds, I was getting lost in the
sensation as he tightened an arm around my waist and pressed his leg between
mine, I rode his thigh with ruthless abandon, gasping as he squeezed my
buttocks, goading me to an even more frenzied rhythm. The man was standing and
holding me on his thigh with one arm. The idea of such strength was delicious.
Though I knew a physically strong man didn't translate into security or being
emotionally strong, I could pretend it did, since I hadn't asked for more than
this night. But oh, to have a man like this as a part of my life. He would only
have to be one half of the fantasy he'd been so far to be enough. Just give me
love, gentleness, a sense of safety and passion. Passion like this would keep
me warm no matter how old I was when I recalled it.
I was close when he drew back. No wait…
He rearranged his clothes, hiding his
still rock hard cock from me and wincing as he worked to tuck it back in.
Before I could protest, he caught me under my arms and legs, simply scooping me
up in his arms to carry me to the front hood of the Porsche. "We'll do
this another way," he growled. "I want to hear you scream."
I wanted to scream now. Why couldn't
farmers produce fields of condoms instead of corn? It was such a ridiculous
thought it helped loosen the strangling band of frustration.
"What, you weren't prepared to
take home a band of groupies at the game?" I attempted to tease him.
He smiled, though desire kept his jaw
in a tense set I couldn't help but caress with my bound fingers as he set me on
the hood. "We don't like to admit it, but firefighters always get the best
pussy. We did kick their asses seven to five though."
My answering smile died as he put one
hand on my sternum, his fingers spread over the curves of my breasts in the
low-cut bra. Holding the cuffs, he pushed me back slowly, his eyes coursing
over my body until I lay all the way on my back. He kept hold of my wrists,
resting them on one of my thighs, his fingers touching teasing my wound.
"I don't believe that," I
murmured. "Not if they had their eyes open."
"If you come to the game, next
time I'll bring a full dozen condoms." He gave me a heated look that was
contagious, spreading fire on my skin. "You better expect to use the first
two or three before we even get out of the parking lot."
"Why, that sounds like a date,
Officer."
He let his free hand drift down my
quivering stomach, down to my wet core. It stayed there, his fingers kept
teasing me as he gathered up the edge of my skirt again, one inch at a time.
"I don't fuck women on back roads.
I don't pick them up in bars. I've had two or three adult relationships, a
one-night stand. Which I considered a mistake."
"Do you think that's what this
is?" I wasn't sure if I wanted the answer.
"I don't know. But I will if you
show up at the next game."
He eased the crotch of my thong aside
again, revealing my soaked folds to the night air.
"Touch your pussy for me."
"Oh…" I knew it was
ridiculous, as forward as I'd been until now, but I'd never done that type of
thing in front of a man. Only in my bedroom, alone…
"I wasn't asking. Do it."
Reaction shot through me. "I'd say
just close your eyes and imagine you're in your bedroom, no one else around,
but I want you to see how hard my cock is and how much I like watching you play
with yourself. Make me suffer, sweet."
He guided my resisting fingers across
my thigh and up onto my soaking, if it could get wetter, core.. At the dual
touch on my vibrating skin, I couldn't help straining up for more.
"Un-unh." He took his hand
away, leaving it all to me. "You don't get anything from me until you play
with that pretty wet cunt, show me how much you want my mouth there. Or maybe I
should get my nightstick from the car. Maybe you'd prefer something long and
hard up inside of you, my lips playing with your clit until you come. You have
a gorgeous little ass. I might need a finger or two up there as well." My
eyes widened, getting more aroused with the idea as he growled his approval.
"A virgin in that area. Makes me all the hotter. I want to take you
everywhere, so no part of you hasn't had me in it."
All of it sounded wonderful. How could
it not? But I wanted his cock inside of me the most, completing me and
connecting with me. This yearning was more than just physical. As I looked at
that lean body, I wasn't just seeing some pin-up in a magazine where the muscle
was two dimensional and glossy. He had a tattoo on his forearm. His face was
handsome but lined, probably from the stress of his job. It occurred to me then
how difficult that job must be. His T-shirt had a stain on it that looked like
salsa or ketchup, maybe from chips or fries enjoyed at the game. He didn't go
to a great hair stylist, which was why I guessed he kept it short, besides the
military-style dress code of his job. His short nails weren't entirely clean at
the moment, coming from the ball field. He had dirt and grass stains on the
knees of his jeans. He'd tried to brush them off. Otherwise I would have
noticed it before now.
I wondered what position he played on
the team. Who his friends were, what he did when he wasn't working, other than
playing baseball. There was one part of my brain interested only in the here
and now, another part reaching for something else. But I'd wanted a fantasy.
Why was I looking for more? Did I really have the type of life where I could
pursue anything after tonight? Why was having him inside me like that so
important?
I knew the answer. Even a woman's
fantasies had to touch her heart as well as her body. Otherwise they weren't
worth having. Or remembering.
"You're thinking too hard,
honey." Bending his head, his tongue slid between my fingers, licking
along my clit, and then dipped inside of me. I cried out and bucked. Catching
my thighs, he held me as I moved my hands. I ended up with a two-handed grip on
his shoulder, digging in and pulling hard on the Tshirt, balling it up in my
fists as he continued to ravish me. His hands raised me up to him the way he
might lift a split coconut, cupping my bottom in both hands as he sipped,
feasted, bit, not minding the juice that got on his mouth and chin. He rubbed
his mouth on the outside, rousing me with tongue and teeth as I dug my fingers
in further and cried out, trying to pull away as the sensation became
overwhelming.
"No…no. Please stop."
He bit me lightly, spoke against my
flesh. "Not happening. I'm going to feel you come against my mouth."
"I want to do it with you inside
of me. Please. Please." I pulled on the T-shirt with each plea.
He lifted his head, regret crossing his
face.
"Glove compartment." I gasped
as his sexy stubble rasped against me with an incredible friction. "He
always keeps some there. I'm sure of it." God, please let me be right.
His gaze narrowed. "You said he
isn't your boyfriend."
"He's not. He's…" I shook my
head, the truth mortifying. "He's the pity date my sister arranges for me.
We've had sex a few times. Mostly for him. Mostly because I wanted to feel
something. Kept hoping to feel something…like this. Though at first it didn't
matter. I just needed…someone."
At his expression, my desire curled
into a cold defensive ball in my stomach, a lump rising in my throat.
"You think I'm cheap." I
tried to get up. To struggle away from him. "Some kind of slut. Oh God. Of
course you do. Look at me. I don't even know you. I—"
"Hush." He yanked my up by
the wrists and covered my mouth with his again.
Bringing me to the edge of the car, he
made me wrap my legs around his hips, reaching beneath the skirt to grip on my
ass.
I tried to pull away. "Let me go.
I'm not like—"
"I know that." He gave me a
little shake, commanding my attention. "You think guys are the only ones
allowed to get lonely and take something empty because it's the only thing
available? You think we don't know the difference between that and something
more special?"
He gritted his teeth and put both his
hands on my ass to hold me still. "Hold on a moment," he said
hoarsely. "You've got to give me a moment, sweet."
"No. I don't want to wait. I need
you inside of me." I pinned him with desperate eyes. "You don't… it's
different."
"Sshh. I know that. Stop worrying
about it." He dipped his head. "Put your hands around my neck."
I linked my hands behind his nape and
hitched me up and carried me around to the passenger side where the window was
open.
Holding one arm around my back to brace
me against him, he reached in, popped open the glove compartment, fished around
distastefully and came out with a fistful of condoms. Dropping them on the
seat, he took one and eyed it critically.
When he looked at me, he might have
misunderstood my expression of being uncertain. "Hey." He touched me
with the corner of the plastic wrapper, chucking my cheek with it, chasing and
teasing me until I was ducking my head away, trying not to smile. Pressing my
back against the car frame, he held me there and dipped his head down, nudging
mine to the side to kiss my neck. I shivered, my nipples hardening against his
chest.
"Ah, sweetheart." Then he
turned me, brought me back to the hood.
With my arms around his neck, he had to
go down with me a certain amount, putting him on top. I played with the hair on
his nape while he studied my face inches away as I spread for him, pressing
myself against his erection. He nuzzled my lips, coaxed some teasing kisses out
of me, nipped at my tongue until I was squirming against him, rubbing and
mewling with desire.
Slowly, he took my torn dress off my
body. Freeing my garter belt, he dropped it so I felt it caress my ankles. He
opened the front-closing bra with seeking fingers, brushing the curves before
he bent to press a kiss on my sternum. When I started to lift my arms, he shook
his head. "You're my prisoner. You stay still or I'll go get that
nightstick."
I couldn't help but feel a jolt of
reaction at the serious look in his half-lidded eyes. It made me imagine what
it would be like to watch him insert it into me, my muscles clutching the
inanimate object the way I wanted to clutch his cock, making it slick with my
fluids.
Then he took off the thong. I was
naked, sprawled on the hood of a Porsche in a gleaming silver, gold and green
cornfield on a summer night, the sounds of the night creatures surrounding
them. No other people. Nothing but the two of us and two now silent cars.
"God, you're beautiful."
"Gavin." I spoke his name on
trembling lips. "I want you so much. Please…"
"I like you begging." He
kissed the curve of my left breast, traced a hand down my belly, dipped into my
navel. "It makes me hot. Makes me want to do other things to make you
beg."
Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them and
his underwear out of the way. While I watched him, he tore open the condom,
rolled it on.
"No going back now."
In answer, not sure of this wanton
creature I'd become, I lifted her legs, spread them wide, displaying myself to
him, my hands coming down in the cuffs to finger myself, bring wetness from
inside and spread it on the lips, making his eyes go molten hot.
"Please."
He put his big hands on either side of
my bare hips and thrust home. A deep, hard penetration with a cock big enough
to be a tight fit. It caused me to moan at the brief pain, the stretch, then
respond to that tight fit, my insides rippling along his length.
"Yeess."
"Yes," he agreed, his face
intent, mouth held firm. I loved that mouth, loved the way he looked at me as
he fucked me wholly naked. As if I was his entirely, his to fuck naked while he
stayed clothed. He hadn't even taken off his shoes. I wanted to see that hard
body bare. Shower with him, clean off the dirt from the game, maybe kneel and
take him in my mouth again. Feel him explode against the back of my throat.
Ah God, I was having a fantasy while
experiencing a fantasy and the double shot was sweeter than anything I could
imagine.
When I lifted my hips to take him more
deeply, he caught my ankles, bringing them up to his shoulders. Holding onto my
hips, he pounded into me, increasing his thrusts.
All the frustrations and emotional
pain, the sense of impending loss weighing upon my soul all the time now, came
off me in healthy sweat gleaming on my skin. Was it greedy to want more? To
imagine more things I'd like to have?
I tend to hang onto things I like…
If we could just stay in the moment.
But knowing I couldn't do that, I let go of everything else. I abruptly levered
myself up off the car, brought my legs down and around his hips, and hooked the
cuffs over his head again. Clasping his shoulders, I held my body to his,
increasing the friction against my clit, the rub of his cock on the densest
spot within me.
"Oh God…" I pressed my cheek
to his throat. His buttocks clenched under my heels as he drove into me. I
could handle anything, knowing I'd had this.
"Come for me. Please…" I
gasped it in his ear. I wanted to feel him come while I was coming. He gave in
to me, pressing me hard against him, thrusting in and out, holding my bottom in
tight hands that would leave bruises on my ass. I didn't mind. I liked the idea
of looking in the mirror and seeing them, feeling the soreness of my body. Too
soon it would fade into a memory with no landmarks, but as long as it was this
vivid in my mind, I suspected I'd remember it for some time to come.
I'd never enjoyed cuddling after sex.
Well maybe because I'd never done it with James. But with Officer Boyle, it
just felt so right.
"Do you have anywhere to be?"
He stood up to care of the condom, wrapping it up to put it carefully in the
pocket of his jeans. When he helped raise me to a sitting position on the edge
of the car, I stayed that way and eyed him a satisfied look.
"Not until dawn." I smiled as
I lifted my wrists. "Besides, what would it matter? I'm your
prisoner."
"Yes, you are." He scooped me
up. "We're going to go find a softer spot for what I have in mind
next."
"Police brutality? Harassment?
Interrogation?"
When he pinched me, I giggled and
writhed in his arms. "Behave yourself."
I just continued to smile as he carried
me to his car, then let my feet down. Freeing his neck from my hold but keeping
a steadying hand on my elbow, he opened the driver's door, popped the trunk.
"We're going to stop here a
moment." I looked into his back window, studying the personal items he'd
been carrying. Baseball gear, a car magazine with a well-endowed blonde in a
string bikini stretched out on the hood.
I cast him an amused glance.
"It has good articles," he
said.
"I'll bet." I laughed then
thought of something. Backing a step from him, I turned and strolled completely
naked except for his cuffs to the front hood of the Range Rover. Giving him a
sultry look, I slowly leaned forward, bracing out my legs the same way the
models did. Only instead of a tiny strap of bright yellow bikini outlining the
plump oblong shape between their legs, there was nothing covering it at all.
I put her elbows on the car's hood,
dipped my head to shake my hair over my face and then tossed it back in a lithe
move, looking my shoulder at him. I kept my ass tilted up as I licked my upper
lip.
And before I knew it, he was suddenly
behind me so close but not touching.
Feeling that sensual heat even before
his hands touched my skin, I moaned as he finally palmed my bottom straight to
my now soaking wet folds. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look
right now?" He asked in a low husky tone.
"I'm yours to do whatever you wish
with until dawn," I said breathlessly. "When the cuffs come off, it's
over. I don't want it to be over. Not until it has to be. Which is dawn."
He pushed two fingers inside me, his
other hand snaking around my front, cupping my breast. "Yeah?"
"Hmmm." Was all he got from
me.
He shifted closer and pressed himself
against me. He continued thrusting his fingers, making me close my eyes and
feeling hotter and wetter when he suddenly pulled it out.
"Hey-
"Suck." He held up his soaked
fingers and I gladly took them in my mouth. Oh god, I'd never done this before,
never even thought about tasting my own juices. But doing this with Gavin just
felt so raw, hot and erotic.
"Fuck yes." He slowly pulled
his fingers out and took it straight to his mouth.
"Wait here." He went to the
trunk and grabbed what it looked like a blanket. Then he picked me up again and
led me deeper into the corn. He found a perfect spot, a sprinkling of
star-shaped white wildflowers that had managed to push out of the tilled ground
between the rows of stalks. He gently released me to set the blanket when
something came tumbling out. I bent and picked up a teddy bear.
I looked at the shiny dark eyes, felt
the soft plush of the fur give under my grip. And because I couldn't help it, I
brought it to my cheek and lifted my gaze to find Gavin watching me, a light
smile on his firm mouth.
"You keep these for kids at crime
scenes."
He nodded. "You watch your news
programs. You can have him if you want. We always get new ones whenever we use
one."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "You
forget how this comforts. Holding one in your hands." I slowly opened my
eyes. "If I had a cop like you telling me it was going to be okay, and
giving me this to hold, I'd never be afraid again."
"Come here." He drew me to
him, pressed the teddy bear between us as he cupped my neck, ran his thumb over
the line of my cheek. When I raised my chin, he rubbed his lips lightly over
mine. "I'm not sure you're as safe from me as you think."
"Well, Officer, I'm not a little
girl." I shot him a seductive look. "Maybe the last thing I want is
to be safe from you. Maybe you're not safe from me. You haven't even frisked me
for weapons."
"You're right about that."
His hold tightened on my nape, and then he dipped his other hand, cupped my
mound, teasing my clit and slid two fingers along the opening, finding moisture
gathering there again.
I moaned and bent at my elbows then
curled my hands into his T-shirt, tugging. "Please take off all your
clothes. I'll do anything if you take them off."
"Oh yeah?" His voice was
throaty. "Well, you go lie down on that blanket and spread your legs for
me. If you do exactly what I want, I might get naked for you."
I went to my toes, eyes locked on his
as my muscles clamped on him.
With a naughty smile, he slid his
fingers from me, turned me toward the blanket and gave me a firm smack on the
ass, making me jump. Oh my god.
Did he just? Being spanked was
definitely one of my bedroom fantasies. I swallowed and shot him a look. And
the glint in his eyes knew I wanted more of that.
So when I dropped to the ground, I went
to all fours, spreading my legs and laying my wrists over my head without even
being told. His gaze darkened and I couldn't help the teasing smile on my face.
But when he withdrew something in the corn, my jaw dropped.
Holy fuck.
A tremor went through my body at the
sight of the wooden black T-baton. About an inch and a quarter thick and quite
long, it would impale me, that was for sure.
I knew that forever after I'd be able
to pull this moment out and remember it when my real life threatened to destroy
my belief in fantasy. I gasped as he frowned and moved two steps toward me to
stand tall and forbidding between my spread legs. The curve of his cock was
prominent in his snug jeans. I eyed the impressive bulge then over the muscles
in his arms that flexed as he held the baton in one hand, tapping the other a
moment before the stick dropped, tapped me smartly on the inside of one thigh.
"Wider."
I responded quickly. When his eyes
fired at the sight, I spread myself wider, offered him everything. Being taken
over like this, I didn't have to think of anything else. Only what he wanted,
while it set my body on fire.
He squatted, showed me the baton.
"You want me to fuck you with this?"
"Yes." I managed to whisper.
"Are you sure? You can say no.
Just say the word and we won't do anything you don't like."
"Yes, I want it."
"Why?"
"Because… Next time you use it, I
want you to remember it…in me."
"Remembering any of this is not
going to be a problem. I may just keep that bear for myself. Make you come by
rubbing it on your cunt and then keep it near my pillow ever after so I can smell
you on it."
I moaned in response. God, could I get
any wetter that I was already?
The he slowly lowered the baton. He
spread my slick lips wide with his thumb and forefinger, his thumb pushing up
on my clit as he began to insert the baton. .God.
"Breathe deep. I'm putting it in
deep. Once I've got it seated, you're going to hold onto it with your muscles.
I want you to milk it so hard I'll see it twitch when I let it go."
I rocked against him, pulling it in, my
head starting to thrash back and forth.
"You keep those hands over your
head."
I locked my hands together as if they
were around a bedrail, the white flowers tickling the curves of my arms, my
pale skin gleaming like pearl.
"Gavin…please… Oh God…"
He took it in about eight inches and
stopped, letting the weight of it rest on his knee, holding it steady in me as
he reached for the other thing.
In the semi-darkness, it looked like a
thin black stick with a metal edge that flashed in the moonlight. When he laid
the end against the side of my nipple, my eyes opened at the new touch. The
moment I did, he tapped the control on it.
The hot stick was set on the lowest
setting, a shock capable of a mild current of power but packing a lot of
stimulation, if my reaction was any gauge.
I jumped. At the same time the T-baton
began to twitch rhythmically, my hips moving in the act of fucking.
"You like that, huh?"
"Oh…God."
He kept it up, erratic charges so I
couldn't predict it as he held the T-baton, withdrew it almost all the way and
then pushed it back in until I was crying out each time.
"Please, please, let me come. Let
me come. Oh…"
As he let the hot stick drift down my
belly, my eyes were on it again, as they had followed the baton. Showing that I
knew where he was headed, what he was going to do, and I wanted it. My lips
parted, breathing shallow and fast as he watched me, resting the tip on her
clit. And gave me a zing.
I bucked up, the baton moving
furiously. He hit me with a slightly higher voltage as the first scream broke
from my lips, twice more as I kept screaming, milking the baton, my body arched
back, my fingers digging into each other, my wrists held by his cuffs.
"Oh…it's too much… Please…"
"Do you want me to stop?" His
voice was harsh. I shook my head. No, I didn't want to stop. Before I could say
anything else, I cried out my desire, long, drawn out notes of pleading. I came
all over his baton, spasming on it, my nipples as erect as his cock.
He stopped the shock, dropped the
device to the side and now rocked the baton, keeping me going. When he eased it
out slowly, he stood on his knees, straightening to strip off his shirt.
"No." I reached up before he
could do it and curled my hands in the fabric. When I leaned against him,
panting, he curled his fingers over mine and helped me finish it, tearing the
shirt open to just below his rib cage. He dropped his head on his shoulders as
I passed my thumbs over his nipples, feeling the warmth all over him.
He shoved his jeans down his hips and
tossed the shirt away before he wrapped his arms around me, pinning my hands
between them and took me to my back, sliding inside me in one continuous
motion. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my heels drumming his ass as he
pounded into me, my wet insides gripping him again with sure muscles. His
fingers continued to explore and found my other hole, sliding one finger inside
me. My mouth formed an "oh" of startled reaction. Then I went wild. I
bucked against him, moaning and getting lost into the carnal pleasure the gorgeous
cop was giving me. He cried out his pleasure to the night the way I'd screamed
mine, two wild, primal animals under the watching face of the moon.
I watched him opened his eyes as I
continued making circles on his chest where my hands were pinned. "You're
going to have to let me go," he whispered, soft and tender, sliding from
my ass. "You stay right there. There's something I need to do."
I watched as he stood, toeing off his
shoes, he stripped the jeans and underwear, the socks, and just stood there a
moment. My gaze traveled over him as if he was letting me memorize every inch
of him in the moonlight.
Then he squatted again and laid his
hand high on the inside of my thigh, applying pressure, making me spread my
legs wider. With everything that we'd done, I couldn't help but feel a bit shy
again. So when I resisted, he laid his other hand on the opposite one, opening
me further to him.
"Let me see you," he murmured
in a husky tone, his eyes turning a shade darker. "You've never had a man
talk that way to you, have you?"
I shook my head no.
"But you like it."
I swallowed and simple nodded.
He just stared at me for a moment and
gave me a swift kiss. "Stay right here."
I couldn't stop looking at him. All
muscle and those arms. I loved his arms. He was as perfect as any man I could
imagine. A fine pelt of pubic hair. His cock lay against the soft nest of it,
the curve of his heavy testicles just below. He was lots of lean thigh and arm
muscles, with a well-cut abs.
Perhaps it was good we wouldn't be
together after tonight. The constant need for him might kill me. He stood up
and turned to walk into the corn. His ass was likewise firm and tasty-looking,
his back wide. Some old scars and new scrapes, the latter probably from
tonight's ballgame. A man's man, not afraid to play as hard as he worked. I was
sure of it.
And that american flag tattoo on his
right bicep. Damn sexy.
A moment later he was back. He wasn't
self-conscious with me, so I could enjoy the way his cock moved as he moved his
body. Forever after I'd know what he looked like naked when he walked, even
when he was wearing his work clothes. His gun…
A smile crossed my lips as he knelt by
my side. I noticed he had a couple packs of crackers and two sodas.
"What?"
"I was just wondering if you had a
gun belt. You know, the kind that goes around your hips?"
He picked up on the gleam in my eyes immediately.
"Oh no you don't. You bad girl." He tore open a pack of crackers,
popped one in my mouth before I could get the suggestion out. "That's
where I draw the line. There are just too many cheesy one-liners."
"Like don't make me draw my
weapon—"
"Don't talk with your mouth
full," he reproved, but he grinned when I tried to bring my hands to my
mouth to cover my laugh. Unsuccessfully, because I baptized him with a small
spray of crumbs. I loved his smile.
"Eat first. You were looking a bit
pale. If we have until dawn, you're going to need some calories. I had these
and a cooler in the backseat of the car."
"You have some. You'll need it
too." He was feeding me, not allowing to do it for myself, and it made
butterflies in my stomach.
The way he took the soda to my lips
before taking a drink himself, his eyes on me again as he made me take another
cracker from his fingers. Geez, what was all this warm feeling inside me?
Gavin seemed to be in the mood to talk.
He asked about my dad and why I was the only person taking care both of my
parents. I was reluctant at first to give more of what I had told him already,
but his calm words and the stroke of his hands made me somehow relaxed and
felt… safe. He was definitely a cop, he knew how to persuade. I even gave him
bits of situation with my sister and my living conditions.
He also talked a bit about his family.
And that he had a sister too, who owned a photography studio in New York
Then he noticed again the bruises. It
was so clear by the look on his face that he was disapproving of my situation
and it just made me remember everything that I'd wanted to forget just for
tonight. Just one night.
After a while, he stopped talking and
was watching me closely. I just realized that I’d drawn my knees up to my chest
and was rocking slowly. His gaze was a bit intense, but it softened when his
eyes traveled from my cheeks down to my chin. Then he closed his eyes and when
he opened them again, he gazed up at the stars. What was he thinking right now?
I would give anything to crack the thoughts out of the gorgeous cop. I sighed
and followed his gaze so I saw the shooting star at the same moment he did.
“Oh—” I glanced at him. “It belongs to
you. You saw it at the same time I did.”
“So why should I get it?” He fished a
quarter out of the heap of his jeans.
“Call it.”
“Tails.”
“Tails it is.”
I fought against a smile. “You didn’t
even flip it.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. Make your
wish.”
“It seems selfish to take it for
myself. Your dreams may be more important. Maybe you’d wish for the cure for
cancer.”
“What would you wish for, if you could
wish for something just for yourself?”
When I didn’t respond, he reached out,
caught hold of the cuffs, lifted my hands to draw my attention back to him. As
he did, his thumb caressed the top of my knee.
“What would you wish?”
I blinked, trying to fight off the
tears. “I should wish for—”
I didn’t get to finish. With a hand
behind my head, he hauled me over to him and put his mouth on mine, capturing
my lips, tangling with my tongue. He still held the cuffs in his other hand.
“I’m sure you send out prayers and wishes for your parents like raindrops in Seattle
We were under a blanket of stars where
all wishes could be voiced without censure. I struggled to believe that. But
with a ghost of a smile, I said, “That would be cheating. You’re not supposed
to tell anyone what your wish is.”
He gave me an exasperated look. “I’ve
never believed that dreams can be taken away by sharing them.” Then his voice
softened. “In fact, it may be the best way to make sure they come true.”
I swallowed. His light blue eyes were
so close, searching mine as if he was looking to find my soul. I’d never been
looked at so intently by a man in my life.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked quietly.
For some reason, I knew he was referring to James. Or perhaps every man I’d
known before the cop next to me.
“No. He just didn’t see me. No one has
in a long time. But you do.” That’s what I’d liked about his eyes from the
beginning. He’d been looking at and seeing everything about me since the moment
he’d stopped me.
“If I could have one wish,” I said at
last, my voice a shaky whisper, “it would be that this was real. But I’m afraid
if it became real, it wouldn’t be the same.”
He softly grazed my cheek with his
knuckles. “It wouldn’t be. It’d be better.”
I couldn’t tell from his expression if
he was serious or just flirting. “That’s very romantic,” I said at last.
“You’re not a romantic?” He raised a
brow.
I didn’t answer him. I just smiled.
“I want you to dance with me,” I said. “Dance with me under the stars. Is
that romantic enough?”
He frowned and glanced down at himself.
“I uhm… I’m a little underdressed.”
I beamed at him. “Me too. I don’t mind
if you don’t.”
He glanced away, looking unsure. Don’t
tell me...
“Officer Boyle?”
He looked at me and I knew my suspicion
was correct.
“I don’t dance.” He said, back in that
cop voice.
As if that could even stop me.
Gavin was reluctant to dance at first
but when I gave him my best puppy look, he finally gave in and let me lead our
slow dance. What did I expect from a cop? Yes, he wasn’t that type of a guy but
he tried. For me. We spent fifteen minutes of him trying not to step on my
feet. My poor toes, the man was hopeless! Geez. After a couple more tries we
finally had a slow rhythm going that didn’t last long when his cock stirred after
all the ‘unintentional’ bumps between my legs.
And yes, we did it again. God, he was
insatiable.
“You’re a nice man, Gavin.”
He laid his jaw on my hair. “How’s
that?”
“To know a woman’s fantasy is as much
about this as the rest. To be held.” I said and closed my eyes.
I listened to his voice rumble through
his chest, smiling when he said gruffly, “I’m as selfish as the next guy. Just
using the excuse of cuddling to rest up.”
I tightened my grip on his neck. It was
such a perfect meshing of sensations. This sweet quietness. The pleasurable
swirling in my lower belly from the memories we’d recently created, so vivid
they couldn’t help but be rippling through my awareness, keeping my nerve
endings sensitized to his every touch on my body. The current sensation of his
strong hands on my back, one low on my hip, caressing the top of my bottom.
Then there was the promise of more pleasure to come, hardening against my hip.
For the first time, I wished for the
cuffs to be off so I could touch him freely, but I liked being at his mercy as
well, knowing when he was hard enough he’d take me to the ground again, just as
he said he would. I’d wrap my legs around his hips, feel his buttocks move,
tighten and plunge under my heels, the curve of my calves.
Lifting onto my toes, I brushed my lips
against the pocket of his collarbone.
Using the tip of my tongue to tease
him, I felt his biceps harden against my sides as he increased his grip on me.
When I took a nip, I earned an indrawn breath. I remembered what it was like to
be on my knees before him, his cock stretching my mouth. I shuddered, more
fluid dampening my thighs.
“You’re ready for me again, aren’t
you?” His voice was harsh with needs of his own. I liked it, liked the way he
talked to me about his needs and my own in a raw and real way.
Nodding, I gazed up to him, making a
soft noise at the desire in his eyes, the promise of what he would do next
unmistakable in his expression.
He didn’t take his gaze off me as he
took me down to the ground, easing me to my back and laying himself down fully
on me and laid his knees gently between my thighs. Because my hands were still
hooked around his neck, our bodies were never more than a breath away as we
came down to earth together.
“Are you sure you want me this way?”
His thumb touched my cheek, traced my lips, making me open my mouth and taste
his fingertip with my tongue. “I could go back to the car and get… I know we
did it twice without—”
“How do you want me?” I gazed into his
light blue-ish eyes. “No choices, remember? I’m all yours. How do you want me?”
“Like this. My cock deep in your pussy,
nothing between us.”
His broad head was at my sopping wet
core and I moved, trying to draw him in, but he raised his hips a little,
drawing out the anticipation, a light smile on his lips teasing me, though I could see the strain in his jaw
line. “Ask for me.”
“Please. I need you.” There were so
many levels to that statement, I couldn’t voice them all. Or, if I did, it
would make the thought, the possibility, evaporate away. And that was going to
happen soon enough.
From the way his expression stilled, I
knew he understood.
The tone had changed. It was too close
to dawn. This was it. The last time.
I’d have taken him any way he wanted me
because of that. But he’d been my perfect fantasy since the moment he got out
of his car. So perfect, I had the disturbing thought that I might wake in my
bed in the morning and find the whole thing was a dream. Particularly when he
now made it clear he intended to exceed my expectations until the very end.
This time, his hands were gentle, one
moving down, the other cradling my face as he guided himself into me. His
fingers teased my opening as he slid in, filling me, making my hips rise to
take all of him.
When he rested deep inside of me, his
cock in to the hilt, balls pressed against the base of my ass, he stopped.
Looking down at me, he reached over to his discarded jeans, fished out the key
and took my hands from around his neck to uncuff me.
“I know you said it would be over when
they were off,” he murmured. “But I need to feel your hands on me.” How could I
resist such a demand, his lips so close, his body joined to mine?
Particularly since I could think of
nothing I wanted more at the moment than to touch him.
When he removed the cuffs, my fingers
touched his palms and he let the bracelets fall to the ground, twining his
fingers with mine such that in the first moment his touch held me as much as
the restraints had. Lowering his head, he closed his lips over mine.
I melted under the power of that kiss,
moaning into his mouth as he coupled it with a slow stroke into my body, teasing
my clit. His lips and tongue, firm, clever, persuasive, seduced me all over
again.
As his touch whispered along my wrists,
the pulse points fluttered beneath his fingertips, sending frissons of energy
down my arms into my chest and lower.
He curled one hand under my neck, his
thumb sweeping my jugular, his other hand lowering to my hip, gripping my thigh
and lifting my leg higher, rocking me up for a deeper angle of penetration that
made me cry out into his mouth. When he answered with a growl, I reached for
him, feeling the breadth of his shoulders under my palms for the first time.
Bare, warm muscle and bone. The strong line of his throat.
Then I touched his jaw, moving my
fingers over his lips, his face, into his hair, feeling the short ends as my body
bucked in slow waves beneath his thrusts. Savoring every inch of him, inside
and out, I glided down the slope of his back, my hands resting on the taut
curve of his buttocks. My body reacted by becoming a spring-loaded coil of
erotic tension as I felt those muscles tighten and release under my touch.
Even more when he changed the angle and
took me higher, sinking so deep a grunt of urgent need broke from my throat. My
head tilted toward the night sky, my eyes closing so I could just focus on how
he felt, everywhere he was touching me, inside and out.
“God…perfect,” I managed, soft, breathy
words as my body climbed and climbed, responding to every stroke, getting
hotter and hotter. The coil of my body was ready to release, and it would be
capable of shattering even a brick wall of control, let alone my simple network
of flesh and bone, which was wide open, eager to embrace the impact.
He bent, catching his hand in my hair
and tilting my head to give him access to my throat, raking it with his teeth.
Even with my hands free he was underscoring he was in charge, commanding me.
But his hard body was shuddering, even trembling, injecting me with a searing
wave of feminine power.
When he dipped down, he took one nipple
into his mouth while increasing the speed and force of his strokes, I lost the
ability to think. Everything was tugging, wet-hot sensation. I opened my eyes
and found the whole sky was becoming a series of shooting stars, a thousand
wishes coming true in the magic of the moment, dreams unrealized or never even
voiced until now.
As he suckled me, squeezing me, I
writhed, rising to meet him now, wanting the fire to become a conflagration.
But he kept to his own pace, making me gasp in his mouth, beg. “Gavin…please. I
want to come for you. Please…”
“Stay with me. We go when I say we go.”
I could come from the sensuous abrasion
of his tongue on my nipples alone. It seemed he’d gotten even harder and
thicker inside me and then he came to a complete stop, making me feel the
impact of that hard thickness filling me from clit to womb.
I knew he wanted to draw it out, make
it last. My body was quivering on the cusp of release, every limb trembling,
but Gavin was taking his time, moving from one breast to the other with his
mouth.
Even when he squeezed them together to
play in the cleft, making me plead with wordless moans, he only growled his
response. He held still within me for endless moments, refusing to move as my
hips twitched, my muscles spasming against his cock. I was milking him as hard
and fast as I had the baton before. I knew he wanted me because his long lean
body had become iron wherever it touched me, all those sexy muscles drawn
tight.
“Gavin, please…”
“Kiss me.” At last, he seized the back
of my head and brought my half off the ground, holding me on the strength of
one arm as he started pistoning into me, moving us across the ground with the
force of it.
I bowed up even as he held my mouth to
his, swallowing my screams. I savored the vibrations of his guttural response
as he met me, spasm for spasm, jetting into me, spinning my orgasm to greater
heights. I had to let go of his hard backside and cling to his biceps, my head
resting fully in his palm like a weak infant. I let him hold me up as he pumped
into me and I bucked in response, slamming hard against his body. I wanted to
make this last, wanted to keep him so badly I wanted to fight about it and so I
did. I took my pleasure and found the strength to pummel against him now,
raking his back, trying to take every drop of what he was offering me and more,
needing it all.
He gave it to me, took me over peak
after peak until I gave up and clung to him in exhaustion, convulsing as if I
were in the grasp of a sensual fever.
Only when we began to slow to a rocking
motion, so dreamy and rhythmic it was like the pulsing of a heartbeat, did I
press my face and lips to his throat.I curled my arms around his back and neck
and hid my face. Inhaling him deep, I wished the protective wall of flesh, the
close proximity of his heart and soul, the touch of his breath, were all
something I could have forever.
I love you, I thought in amazement. I
love you for this moment. For the type of man you are, that you would give me
this. I’ll always love you, always pray for the world to keep you safe and
cherish you the way I do. The way I wish I could cherish you forever, if my
life was different.
Dawn was beginning to light the sky
behind his shoulders. For the first time in my life I took no joy in the rose
and blue beauty of a sunrise. I wouldn’t let myself grieve, however. I might
not be able to keep him, but this night had been every fantasy I could wish to
have. It was a gift that most women with much less problematic lives never got.
Whatever Divinity was, It had given me this. I had to honor that.
Which meant I had to close the book on
the fairy tale and go home.
“Well, I certainly feel served and
protected.” I had to keep it light. Told myself that, even as I thought about
how good he looked standing there by my car door.
“You drive this thing home under the
speed limit,” Gavin said in a serious tone.
We’d helped each other dress with a lot
of slow kisses and intimate touches that had the enduring sweetness of first
love. The night was waning, but strangely the magic wasn’t, as if it didn’t
know that something this wonderful couldn’t last.
“And if I don’t drive the speed limit?”
I managed an impish smile.
∞∞∞∞
Leaning through the window, I captured
her lips as my hand eased down the front of the dress she’d repaired with two
safety pins from her clutch purse. Finding her breast, I cupped it, rubbed my
thumb against her so the nipple hardened, already eager for my touch again.
When I drew back, she was breathless.
It’s over. I have to go. I have to.
“If you don’t,” I said, “I’ll chase you
down, pull you out of that car and fuck you so hard on the side of the road
where everyone can see.”
“Why, Officer.” She grinned up at me
even as she felt a flush course up her neck at the thought. “All those women
who will be speeding just to get your attention.”
“Brat.” I shook my head. “You going to
be okay? The nurse will stay until the afternoon so you can get some sleep?”
“Sure.” She looked away for a second
and forced a smile. “I’ll be all right.”
I knew she was trying to look okay but
she wasn't, really. “I’m not going to give you my phone number.”
She blinked. “I didn’t ask you to.”
“No, you didn’t.” I took hold of her
chin. “Which is why I’m not going to ask for yours either. You wanted this to
be just a fantasy. Okay. It was a hell of one. I’m privileged to be part of it.
But what’s better than a fantasy is figuring out how to be with someone you’re
meant to be with. I know we can’t say for sure that’s what’s going on here, but
I think we got a hell of a good start.”
She stared at me. “Gavin…my life. I
just… It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“You think it’s fair for a woman to be
with a cop? Our divorce rate is huge and domestic violence… well, you wouldn’t
ever have to worry about that with me, but—”
“Were we talking about marriage?”
The way she was looking at me with
those wide blue eyes, I felt crazy enough to be doing so.
Which told me that I needed to step
back before I scared her to death.
“I come home mean, a lot,” I continued,
“I do things that will make you worry. It’s not fair. But love isn’t about
fairness. It’s about wanting to be with someone so much none of that matters."
“You willing to see if we’ve got that?”
I leaned in again, stopped just a hair from her lips. “If you do, come to the
ball field next Saturday. If you don’t, I won’t pursue it further.” Like hell I
wouldn’t. Still, I kept my gaze on her face, brought my lips to her mouth, the
barest of touches. "I want you to tell me your name."
She looked at me through her lashes and
it took every ounce of myself control not to throw her against my shoulder and
lock her inside my car and drive home.
"Ellie." She whispered.
I gave her another swift kiss and
nodded. “Bye, Ellie.”
Walking back to my car without looking
back was the hardest thing I’d ever done.
∞∞∞∞
SATURDAY
And apparently the stupidest. Eight
innings. I was playing like shit, and no sign of her at all.
“What’s got your dick in a twist?” The
chief demanded. “If you don’t hit the ball this time, I swear I’m going to
stick the bat up your ass to give whatever you’ve got rammed up there company.”
“I hit better with a stick up my ass
than most of you clowns do on your best days.”
“Yeah, yeah.” A few more razzing
comments from my teammates, thrown punches, and I felt more fortified to go to
the plate. I narrowed my gaze at the pitcher who smirked at me. The bat was
going to connect with something this time that would knock him on his grinning
ass.
Damn it, I had connected with her. I
could find her. It wouldn’t be so hard with all the resources I had at my
disposal. I’d persuade her. Nibble on that sensitive spot on her neck and she’d
give me anything. We had something good. If we could just–
Then I saw her. Just sitting down on
the top bleacher in a little cotton dress and sandals, looking as pretty as the
summer day. When she saw me looking, she gave a tentative wave, telling me that
she wasn’t sure of my welcome. Well, fuck that. I handed the bat to the umpire.
“I’ll be right back.”
Vaulting over the four-foot chain link
fence like it wasn’t even there, I took the bleachers two at a time up to where
she was. When I got to her, I didn’t give her any preliminaries. She started to
speak, but I bent down, caught her by the upper arms and took her mouth in a
hard, demanding kiss that told her exactly how much I’d been thinking of her.
There were catcalls and whistles from the dugout, laughter from the bleachers
and somewhere in there the chief’s voice.
“Boyle, get your ass down here and
bat.”
All that mattered was how she melted in
my arms, the way she curled those slim fingers into my Tshirt and held on,
bringing back all sorts of memories. When I lifted my head, her beautiful eyes
were soft, aroused. “I wasn’t sure if you meant it,” she said quietly.
“I don’t say what I don’t mean.” I
nipped her chin, lifted her hands and kissed one at a time.
“You might need to remember that now.”
At her curious look, I smiled.
“Remember what I said I’d do if you came to a game?” I leaned down, whispered
in her ear. “I’ve got a solid dozen in my wallet.”
Her laughter filled my ears as she
wrapped her arms around my neck. I tightened my grip, lifting her briefly off
her feet, burying my face in her hair.
“I’m glad you came,” I murmured into
her ear.
When I let her down, she briefly swept
her lashes down in that shy way that stirred my libido, remembering her cuffed
and stretched naked across the hood of the Porsche.
“Not yet.” She teased with a smile, but
as she raised her gaze, she became more serious. “I’m not sure if I’m good for
you, Gavin. This may be a mistake you’ll regret but…” Her shoulder lifted. “I
want you. You're my dream fantasy-come true. So…” She took a deep breath, her
fingers flexing nervously on my chest. “I’m here.”
Ah hell. Screw it. I swung her up in my
arms, delighted to catch her startled expression a moment before I headed back
down the bleachers with her in my arms.
I shook my head at my teammates,
indicating I was out of tonight’s game.
There were shadows under her eyes. She
needed someone to help out, take care of her. She probably thought she’d come
tonight and we’d have a repeat of our night in the corn field. Then I’d let her
go home and take care of her other life all by herself.
Well, if I’d gotten her here with the
offer of more, I was going to live up to it.
We’d have the fantasy, but I’d show her
I could be part of her reality too. A part she wouldn’t regret having there.
She was my dream fantasy-come true as
well.
END
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