That includes my cock.
She wanted me to fuck her. I answered her plea to the T. I gave it my all. Considering her juices are coating my balls, I’d say she appreciates my dedication.
The walls of Savannah’s pussy clamp around my shaft when an officer taps his baton on my window. With the heat in my cab reaching stifling a good twenty minutes ago, I am unable to identify my colleague through the steam-smeared glass. All I can see is the brim of his uniform hat and his partner’s gleaming white teeth.
After drawing Savannah into my chest, I roll down my window as requested. If they weren’t aware of what activity we were engaged in, they sure as hell know now. There is nothing more intoxicating in the world than the smell of raunchy, out-of-control sex.
"You need to move along. . ." The officer's words stop when his dark gaze locks in on my familiar blues. "Carter?"
Benny, a thirty-year veteran at Ravenshoe PD takes a step back. He scans my truck as if he is missing vital evidence. Benny is a good guy. He was one of a rare few who supported me after my father’s death. Even with my mother taking the blame, things were rough for me the six months following my father’s untimely demise—untimely because it should have happened years earlier.
What Regina said all those years ago was true: IA was all over my ass the morning following my gun’s dislodgement. My service pistol killed a man. In my line of work, you can’t get any worse than that. Benny, along with a few good officers like Regina, stood by my side the entire time. It was their dedication in ensuring I didn’t lose my badge that spurred my commitment to my job the last ten years. I wanted to make them proud. They said I did when I was awarded my detective role nearly five years ago.
When I first signed up for recruitment, I loathed the idea of being a lawman. Now. . . I fucking love it. My job isn’t about weeding out the criminals from my town; it is about helping the community thrive. Ravenshoe has gone from an unknown town to a metropolis the past decade. I like to think part of its growth is compliments of Ravenshoe PD.
By evening the playing field between corruption and legality, we’ve created a safe, nurturing environment for both families and business-minded people. With Col Petretti’s death last year, the odds are even better. Ravenshoe will continue to grow—especially with a man like Isaac Holt at the helm.
Failing to find anything wrong with my truck, Benny returns his confused eyes to me. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
My lips furl. “Do youreallyneed me to spell it out for you, Benny?”
Nate, his recently drafted rookie, chuckles under his breath.
“Nate,” I greet, praying he will help a man out. He’s young. He understands that some things can’t wait until you’re in the confines of your home.
“Ryan,” Nate greets back, doing nothing to aid me.
After glaring at him in warning that I won’t forget how he left me hanging, I return my focus to Benny. “We’re about to head off.”
"You done already?" Nate pipes up, pissing himself laughing. "We only got a call from a concerned motorist ten minutes ago. Shame on you, Ryan. Shame. On. You."
If I didn't feel Savannah's lips curving against my neck, I’d get out of the truck and deck the smile straight off Nate's face.
Benny’s eyes dart between Nate, Savannah, and me for several seconds before he finally clues in. “Oh. . . uh. . .well. . .we better let you get back to it.”
“He doesn’t need any more time. Didn’t you hear him? He’s already done—”
The remainder of Nate’s tease rams into his throat when Benny removes his hat to whack it against his stomach. He laughs even harder when he sees how red Benny’s cheeks are.
“Don’t act bashful, Benny. You heard the rumors about Ryan’s fascination with strippers. That’s why we’ve been trawling these parts the past month. You wanted to see with your own two eyes if the rumors were true; now you’re acting too embarrassed to look.” He makes a long pfft noise with his mouth.
I curse under my breath at the same time Savannah stiffens. I've known about the rumors circulating headquarters for days, I would have just preferred for Savannah to remain unaware of them. If she thinks they were started because I was investigating her, tonight’s exchange may be a one-night-only affair.Goddammit!
After advising I have five minutes to move or be issued a ticket, Benny heads for his marked police car. Nate isn't as eager to leave. His eyes scan Savannah's body plastered to mine enough times the throb in my cock ascends to my jaw. I'm not only going to issue him every ticket he can imagine on his next day off; I'm going to scrub his name from Brax's appointment book as well. His back tat will never be finished at the rate he is going.
“Alright, alright. Don’t bust an artery,” Nate murmurs, incapable of ignoring my furious glare for a second longer. “Enjoy your night. It was nice meeting you, Savannah.”
You'd swear he issued Savannah a warrant for her arrest for the way she stiffens. Nate has barely climbed into the passenger seat of his patrol car when Savannah clambers off my lap. I groan, hating that her heat no longer surrounds my cock.
“You told them my name,” she murmurs more to herself than me.
After throwing down the hem of her skirt and adjusting her disheveled shirt, she locks her wide eyes with me. With our fuck-fest launching my heart rate to a never-before-reached level, my shirt is clinging to my chest, and my hair is as damp as it is when I exit the shower. The sex was unexpected, but it was also. . .whoa. . .fuck. . . DAMN!
When Savannah’s attention fails to deviate from my midsection, I follow the direction of her gaze. Her heavy-hooded eyes are narrowed on my cock, the glistening of our combined arousals revealing another fatal flaw of our night. We didn't use protection.
Fuck.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I ask, returning my eyes to Savannah.
