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Riley
It’s Not Like We Didn’t See That Coming
When a man is in my line of work, when he’s a police officer on call, even if the likelihood of being called in is slim, he knows not to drink.
Even at his friend’s wedding.
Andi might have had a couple flutes of champagne tonight, but I’m sober as a monk and ready to switch my cruiser lights on to get her into my bed faster. The phone in my pocket is a live grenade; it could go off at any moment, and it could be either of my obligations. I don’t intend for either of them to ruin this chance with the woman I’ve been thinking about for the better part of a year.
Literally ducking to avoid being spotted by Andi’s nephew, spinning on a laugh when my chief’s eyes lock onto mine, and flying out the double reception doors to freedom, I tuck her hand in mine and pull her through the fancy building at a sprint. An air of sweet giggles roll through her chest and send odd tingles of pleasure through mine. Without words, we run almost a full block to get to my truck. This town and every venue it owns lacks parking space for any party with more than twenty people, but I don’t care about the run. The air is pleasantly cool, the sky is beautiful and clear, and her hand in mine holds on.
She’s not pulling away.
I toss her into my truck and slam the door closed bare seconds after she tucks her heeled feet in. Sprinting to my side, it almost feels like I’m going into a job; heart pounding, weightless, immortal, and fast as a panther, I tear the driver’s side open and fling myself in.
Turning to make sure she didn’t escape in the single second it took me to get in, not only didn’t she run, but she meets me with a smile, dives into my lap, and slams her lips over mine.
My truck is large, and my legs are long. There’s loads of space in the cab, so when she climbs on and straddles my lap, she barely even skims the steering wheel with her back.
Giggling, nipping at my lips, she brings her hands up into my hair and clutches to me until the sting runs straight down into my cock.
“Please.” She pants in my face and works her lips along my jaw. “Please tell me you aren’t a virgin, Riley. Tell me you’ve got a donkey dick and you know how to use it.”
Snorting, I reach around in search of her zipper and tear it down. We’re parked under a giant tree, no streetlights, nobody around. I yank the zipper down until my fingertips touch the soft flesh at the bottom of her back, then I pull the cups of her dress down till her breasts fall free. “No bra.” I dive in and suckle on the pointed tips. “Mangoes. I swear to God, you taste like mangoes.”
She rides my lap and pants over the top of my head. “Oh my God, Riley.”
“Mmm.” I push her dress down to her hips and pull her closer.Closet, car; whatever works.“Not a virgin, Dee. Not a braggart, either, so you’re just gonna have to take my cock out and look for yourself.”
“Mmm.” Groaning, she pulls my face closer until I can hardly breathe. “Ever fucked in public before, Riley?”
I laugh and bite down on her nipple. She insists on catching me out. She insists on painting me with the inexperienced card. “Nope. It’s illegal.”
“Wanna try it?” She continues to ride my trapped dick. It strains against the zipper of my pants. Full. Painful. Ready. “I know for a damn fact most of the police force are drunk right now, and their most steadfast and committed junior is right here with me; he won’t arrest you.”
“I might arrest you.”
“Mmm. Yes, please. I always fantasized about being fucked by a hot cop. Add cuffs, and I’m all set.”
“I want you in my bed, Dee. I wanna keep you all night.”
“Truck first.” Pushing up onto her knees, she pulls her dress up so it floats around her hips, then working my leather belt, she unbuckles it with a groan as my hands squeeze her ass tight. “Fuck…” She dives in and slams her lips against mine so hard, our teeth clang together, but then she pulls my cock out of my shorts and my grunt turns to a soul deep groan. “No need to brag. Jesus, Riley, you just show up to the party and knock people out with your hammer, don’t you?”
Laughing, almost crying from her tight grip, I pull her forward and crush her hand between us. “Let me take you home.”
“Do you have any condoms?” She pushes away and turns to search my dash as though I keep them lying around. Holding onto my collar with one hand, she leans precariously to the side and snaps the glove compartment open until registration papers and fuck knows what else falls out. “Why don’t you have any condoms, Riley? Fuck!” She turns back and slams her lips against mine. “Why do you promise a girl a good time, then you don’t have any condoms?”
Fuck it. Lifting us both from the bench seat, I reach into my back pocket and yank my leather wallet out. Flipping it open, I groan and fumble my moves when Andi lets out a growl of pleasure and rewards my ingenuity with her teeth on my neck.
“This shit is illegal, Dee.” I push her back and ignore her cry when she smacks her head on the windshield. Tearing the silver packet open, I take the condom out and begin sliding it over the tip of my cock. “I’m so fucking hungry for you. This is illegal, but I’m dying to feel you.” I slide the rubber to the very base of my cock, and when she moves to jump straight on, I stop her downward slide with a hand under her ass and push my thumb in instead.
“Oh my God!” Wet, waiting, and so fucking tight, she pulses around my thumb and throws her head back in ecstasy.
“You think you get to tease me, Andi?” My cock thrums between us, painful and ready. “I watched you with Macchio.” My biceps burn from holding her up, but I continue sliding the digit in and out. “You think you get to tease me, call me cute, batt your lashes, and I’d wag my tail?”
“I’m sorry.” Riding my hand, she pants and leans forward to bury her face against my neck. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. You’re not cute.”