“Come.” He upped the pace. It had already been wild—now it was near violent, animalistic, primitive.
I adored it.
My adrenaline surged like fire and stoked my orgasm. It was there, waiting to be had.
One…more…thrust…
I hissed in a breath and closed my eyes. The pleasure bloomed, it was held suspended and then with an even deeper, harder thrust against him, it released.
I cried out as my pussy spasmed around his cock and electric fingers of bliss spread over my skin.
He caught my cry in a hungry kiss and came with me, shooting his cum deep and gripping my bare ass cheeks in his hands.
The pleasure ripped through me. I was lost to everything but Ricardo and fucking in this dingy alley.
“Jesus,” he muttered, pulling back. His top lip was damp with sweat and his breaths came in short, sharp pants. “You’re really something, Freya.”
“So are you.” I grinned. “No time for post-fuck sentiments though. Backup and forensics will be here any moment.” I shoved at him and he withdrew.
He set me on the ground.
I was a little shaky as I pulled on my pants and did them up. I could shoot two men and have a hand steady enough to perform cardiac surgery. A hot, hard fuck with Ricardo outside—in danger of being caught by the force I’d dedicated myself to—and an unfamiliar tremor tugged at my nerves.
“Here.” Ricardo passed me my pistol which had dislodged from its leg holster and landed on the floor. “Good job that fucker didn’t go off.”
“Thanks.” I tucked it away, then straightened my vest.
Ricardo swiped at his face, removing the tiny sweat droplets sitting there.
“Do you think we smell of sex?” I asked. Moisture leaked onto my panties. I pressed my thighs together and tensed. I’d have to see to that later.
“You do.” He grinned and drew my hand to his mouth. “My sexy little shooter girl.”
“Don’tgirlme.”
He chuckled. “Then don’t call me a boy and tell me to fuck you in places that could get us both kicked off the force.”
“He’s done what?” I stared at the chief and then at Ricardo and Jonathan. “But why?”
“I guess nearly getting your head blown off does that to a guy. Makes him take stock of what he wants from life.”
“But I… I saved him.” I held up my palms. “This can’t be happening. He’s one of the best. I mean, the amount of times I’ve seen him—”
“Freya,” the chief said from behind his office desk. “He’s made his decision and it’s with immediate effect.”
“So we don’t even get to say goodbye?” Jonathan said, folding his arms. His thick biceps bulged, making the material of his T-shirt strain.
“I’m sure he’d be up for a beer.” The chief tapped his pen on a notebook. “Though he did say something about heading straight to LA with the family on the next flight out ofgoddamn Miami.”
I ran my hand over my hair, dragging it back from my brow. This couldn’t be happening. This morning I’d saved Patrick’s life, and done so presuming he’d go on serving.
Now his badge had been handed in and he was going to live life as a surfer dude in Orange County.
I frowned. He was too damn old to be a surfer dude.
“I’m afraid I have more bad news.” The chief sighed.
“What can be worse than losing a member of our team?” Ricardo muttered.