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So my loose plan was, take Damon home. The rest, we can figure out from there. Together. At least, that’s what I’m thinking. I don’t know that he’s thinking the same.
So I tighten my fists on the steering wheel, prepared for whatever he’s about to ask me.
But all Damon says is, “What happened to the money?”
My mouth quirks a little into a faint smile. “I gave it to Mrs. Brown,” I say. Then I cast a sideways glance at him, nervous again. “Was that wrong?”
But he’s smiling wider than ever now, relief evident in his eyes. “No, Ashley.” He catches one of my hands, draws it off the steering wheel so he can kiss the back of my hand. Then he spreads my fingers, turns it over and kisses my palm too. “That’s perfect. It’s exactly what I would have done.”
I smile and relax into the seat. “Good. Now, about tonight. I was thinking…”
“Would you mind if I stayed with you?” Damon blurts, before I can even propose it.
I laugh, any remaining tension I was still carrying flooding out of my shoulders. “I was just about to ask if you wanted to.”
“Of course I do. I’m with you, Ashley Marrón.” He tightens his grip on my hand, and I squeeze right back. “Wherever you want to lead, I’ll follow.”
We share one last grin before I pull onto the highway toward the house. “Then let’s go clean up our acts, Damon Tell.”
Epilogue
I pull up to the house in my squad car, and sit there for a moment to just stare. It’s been six months, yet part of me still can’t believe how complete of a 180 my life has taken since the day Ashley Marrón first sauntered into my jail cell.
We’re still living in Ashley’s father’s old house—though she’s gutted just about everything but the foundation to completely remake it in her own style. Now, instead of imposing guards out front, I’m greeted by Hop, our enormous golden retriever, straining at his leash to reach me as I climb out of the police car.
That’s right. I’m a cop now. Talk about a full role reversal. But once Ashley and I got my record expunged, and I sat down to talk with a career counselor about my options, the right fit was staring me right in the face. I knew the ugly side of life. I knew how bad things could get when you were down and out on your luck.
I knew the ugly side of the police force too, the guys who took it out on even the prisoners who were in for nonviolent crimes, just because they were angry at the system. And I knew how much of a difference I could make joining up—catching the real bad guys, men like Ashley’s father who believed they were above the law, and helping out the poor sods like I used to be, the nobodies who get caught in the middle of powerful men’s games.
A few weeks of training, then a couple months in academy, and here I am now, with a badge on my chest and a whole new outlook on life. And I have Ashley to thank for that—for all of this. She’s never once wavered in her belief in me, and that only makes me want to work harder to be the man she needs. The right man, the one who will choose the right path, even when it’s hard.
I scratch Hop’s ear, then laugh as he jumps up on me, and tussle with him a little on my walk toward the door. “In a few minutes, boy,” I call over my shoulder when he whines, clearly ready for his afternoon walk. But he’ll have to wait a moment. I’ve got my number one to go greet first.
“Ashley?” I elbow open the front door, carrying the groceries she asked me to grab for dinner slung over one arm.
“In here,” she replies, her voice distant. I pause long enough to drop the supplies off in the kitchen, then wind through the house. I stop dead at the foot of the grand staircase, and chuckle softly under my breath. Because right there at the foot of the steps is a clue as to where my afternoon is heading.
A single pair of red panties is draped across the first step.
It reminds me of that first meeting. The first time I saw her, the first time I knew, viscerally, on animal instinct, that I needed to have this woman. Her scent, on the soaking wet panties she threw at my lap, drove me wild for days afterward. Now, just like I did then, I bend to scoop up the panties, and grin as I inhale her sharp, sweet scent. The smell I’ll never get enough of.
“Are you coming?” she calls, her voice taunting, teasing.
“Oh, you’ll know when I am,” I reply as I start up the steps, reaching for the top button of my uniform. My uniform pants already feel tight, as my cock grows hard at the thought of her spread-eagled across our big king-sized bed.
At the top of the steps, I find another garment. This one is her bra, the black lace one I love to peel off her tits so much, because it cups them to perfection. My smile widens. I start toward the bedroom. Hung on the doorknob is the same sexy little tight pencil skirt she wore the first time we met. The first time she walked into the prison and stole my self-control.
I’m harder than ever now at the memory. I’m thinking about that first time I touched her, when I peeled her skirt up and spread her legs on that tiny little cot of a bed to bury my face in her sweet pussy.
“Ashley?” I turn the knob and open the bedroom door. But I expected her to be on the bed. Instead, I just see the final item of clothing, the tight dress she wore the last time she visited me—the visit that changed everything. The day I decided to trust her, and then she blew me away with how much she could accomplish.
Not to mention the way she actually blew me. Those tight lips clamped around my cock sent me spiraling higher than anyone else has ever managed to get me with their tongue alone.
I step into the room, and only then do I hear the sound. A faint splash from the bathroom. I grin and finish removing my uniform shirt. I drop it onto the bedroom floor, followed by my pants, only my boxers remaining, as I stride into the bathroom.
Ashley is in the bathtub, arms spread across the sill, bubbles filling the water. Hiding that perfect, sexy little body of hers from view. But not for long.
“To what do I owe this delight?” I ask, smirking as I strip off my boxers as well.
“Can’t a lady decide she wants to entertain her man in style?” Ashley tilts her head to one side and pushes off the wall to kneel. That motion lifts her breasts above the surface of the water, coating them in bubbles.
I step into the tub beside her. Sink to my knees in the warm water, and trace my hands down both sides of her neck. Over her shoulders, down the gentle curve of her arms, to trail my fingertips back up over her breasts. “I’m not complaining,” I tell her, leaning in to trail my lips up the side of her neck.
She sighs and leans closer to me, folding her arms around my body. I trace my hands down her sides, until I can cup her tight little ass and pull her up and against me in the water. She gasps, that faint, sexy sound that I love, when my hard cock grazes her inner thigh. It makes me tense with desire, makes my cock jump along her inner thigh, since I’m already rock hard with desire.
I take my time with her. Touch and tease her everywhere, my hands exploring her body the way I always love to do. I wait until she’s practically panting with desire, until her pussy feels warm and wet, even through the bath water, when I cup my fingers underneath her to caress her slit.
Only then do I draw her up out of the bath. Step up to the cool tile wall of the bathroom.
“Going to have your way with me, Mr. Tell?
” Ashley whispers.
I grin and grab her ass, harder this time. Lift her thigh until she wraps one leg around my waist. At that angle, it’s easy for me to position the tip of my cock against her pussy. I arch my hips, run the tip between her pussy lips, up and down her slit. “Fuck yes, Ms. Marrón. I plan on having my way with you again and again…” With that, I grab her ass in both hands and lift her off the ground.
She gasps a little in surprise, but quickly wraps her other leg around my waist too, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. I pin her against the wall, and in one rough motion, thrust into her.
“You like that?” I murmur against her ear. “You like it when I take what I want from you?”
“Fuck yes,” she says, a smile on her mouth. “I love it rough.”
“Careful what you wish for,” I warn her with a rogue grin. Then I pull her against me, her back arching to grant me better access, as I start to thrust into her. Before long, I’m moving hard and fast, fucking her against the wall, loving the way her tight pussy contracts around my thick cock, savoring all the little moans and gasps she makes as I work her up toward her first climax. When she’s close, I pull her against me and turn, walking her toward the shower. Her legs clamp tighter around me as she holds on, her hips bucking in frustration at the climax I just denied her.
But she won’t be left wanting for long.
“My dirty girl needs to get clean,” I whisper.
I walk her into the shower stall, pin her against the wall there, and grab the showerhead. Her eyes widen. With a wicked smirk, I turn on the warm water, and direct the showerhead right at her pussy, even as I pin her up against the wall and continue to pound into her.
“You like that, dirty girl? You like when I try to clean your pussy?”
She cries out in response, her orgasm hitting hard and fast under the double onslaught of my cock and the stream of water. She shakes against me, her muscles quivering as she comes. I keep the showerhead positioned there, my other hand gripping her ass hard to pull her tighter against me as I keep fucking her, my cock plunging into her tight pussy over and over.
