“That’s it,” Sutton croons the moment I start to quake. “Fuck, Alice, you squeeze me so good.”
I clamp down on him in climax. My head falls back, hair trailing down my back as I surrender to the ecstasy seizing my muscles. He throbs inside me, the warning pulse that he’s about to follow.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Sutton’s voice is hoarse. “I’m going to fucking fill you,” he grunts, releasing inside me a second later.
His cock pulses deep. I relish the feeling of him filling me to the brim like he said he would. He buries his face with a guttural rumble, the sound muffled in my neck. The sharp sting of teeth burying in my sensitive skin sends a secondary pulse to my core.
I collapse against his chest. A light mist of dewy sweat sticks to my cheek. Satisfaction threatens to coast me straight to sleep. I run my fingers over his heaving pecs, flicking his nipple with my fingernail.
Sutton jolts. His cock twitches inside me. “Hey now. That’s sensitive.”
Leaning over, I soothe it with my tongue. “Better?”
“In more ways than one.”
A sharp rap on the door has me scrambling. Sutton locks me down with an arm slung across my back. Reaching over, he hits the handle, cracking the door an inch.
“What?” he snaps.
“City ordinance says at least one of you has to come up for air every sixty seconds.” Silas loses his stern tone halfway through the scolding and ends with a laugh.
“Go the fuck away.” Sutton starts to close the door.
Silas’s fingers appear in the crack. “Seriously though. I thought I was done catching my big brother in the back of a pickup in high school. You might need some new shocks on this thing.”
Heat blazes my cheeks. I bury my face in Sutton’s chest as my shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“You are done,” Sutton mutters.
“Actually, I’m on duty tonight, and unless you want the town gossiping about all that rockin’ you’re doing back here, you should get going. Bar closes in half an hour.”
“Fuck. Is it that late already?” Sutton says more to me than his brother.
“I can see that you were distracted, but it is, in fact, just about closing time.” Silas continues talking by singing a few bars of the song by Semisonic.
“You mind going so we can get out of here?”
Silas steps back with a grin, tucking his hands into the edges of his police vest. “Seen enough of your dick to last a lifetime, brother.”
Sutton lifts me in his attempt to get the door, and he slips out from between my thighs. Involuntarily, I gasp while Sutton groans at the sudden loss of connection.
“Okay, ew. Gross. Whatever you guys are doing, just stop before I have to write a fucking ticket. My god, save it for when you’re alone.”
Sutton grits his teeth. “Will you fucking get gone already?”
Silas throws up his hands and walks to his cruiser. “Gladly,” he yells, probably drawing the attention of anyone in the parking lot.
I right my thong and yank on my shorts, for once, thankful my height gives me an advantage. Sutton struggles to slip his pants back above his knees in the cramped extended cab.
“Well, that was fun.” I look up from buttoning my shorts to find Sutton’s intense gaze on my face.
“I’ll never forget it.”
32
Sutton
“Come on,Nellie-Jo. You’ve got this one.”
