Reaching out, I tip her chin up with my finger. “Are you sure, Shelby? I might be more than you bargained for.”
“And I might be able to take way more than you ever imagined.”
With her other hand, she has another drink, but as she brings the cup down, I remove it from her grasp, tipping it back into my mouth, getting rid of the remaining liquid. A noise of irritation slips across her lips, causing them to open slightly.
It’s all I need to take what I want.
Her mouth.
I’ve never found one that fit mine quite like hers does. It should scare me to death, but this is Shelby – and if there’s anything I know about her – she won’t stand for me running scared. She’ll drag me back to her handcuffed and hogtied.
To be honest, that’s kinda what I like about her.
Fusing my lips to hers, I bend at the knees, cupping her ass in my hands, and lift her on top of the counter. Once there, she spreads her legs wide for me, giving enough room for me to be all up in her business.
Our tongues tangle, much like they did this afternoon, but now there’s an urgency we didn’t have before. One born of being interrupted and not getting to finish what we started.
Moving my hands from her ass, I play with the hem of her shirt, slightly asking for permission by barely running my finger along the smooth skin of her stomach. The moan against my mouth is all I need to slip underneath the fabric and push it up her body.
We separate so I can lift it off.
Just barely.
Only long enough to take a breath.
Then we’re back together, fused like superglue. Her fingers grip the belt-loops of the old, comfortable jeans I wear, pulling me tighter into her. So tight, I have to break our connection.
“Sully,” she whisper-pants. “I ache for you.”
I’ve wanted to hear those words since the night of the Christmas party. Lord knows I’ve ached for her too.
“Where?” My voice is deep, full of desire with a side of teasing as I move one hand to her neck, the other to her lace-encompassed tit. Gently, I press into her throat, before palming the breast. “Right here?”
“Yes.” She throws her head back, pushing her tits closer to my gaze. Slightly I raise my hand to the edge of the lace. If there’s one thing I know about Shelby now, it’s that she has excellent taste in panties and bras. Pulling it down, I expose the upper swell, and then the nipple. It juts out, begging for my touch. I do one better; I lean in, closing my lips around it.
“Sully.” The guttural groan hits me right in my dick, causing it to punch harder against my jeans.
With my hand still around her neck, I press her back flush with the countertop, slowly lowering her until she’s lying flat. Her hands move to my head, tangling in the hair that’s gotten too long.
“I need to cut it,” I mumble, my lips leaving a trail of moisture on her skin.
“Don’t.” She yanks hard. “I like it.”
Lifting my head up, I smirk. “Your wish is my command, Counselor.”
“Then I wish you’d take these clothes off and put your mouth everywhere.” She smirks back at me.
Not one to let a challenge go unanswered, I make quick work of her cutoffs and panties, then pull the cups of her bra down her chest. Our eyes meet for a millisecond. “You might wanna hold on.” The words are said on a sigh.
“To what?” She looks around.
I spread out, taking her hands and entwining her fingers with mine, pressing them to the cool surface of the counter. “To me.”
That’s when I hit my knees. Being tall and living in an apartment has its advantages. My shoulders make all the room I need before I clasp my mouth against her core, going at her hard from the moment we touch.
“Oh God,” she moans, gripping my hands tightly, closing her knees against my ears. “That feels so good, Sully. So good.”
My nose nudges her clit as I press my tongue deep inside, extending it to its full length, using my lips to tease hers. Shelby’s bucking against me like she hasn’t had this in a long while, and as I concentrate on her clit, her whole body tightens.
Pulling back for just a few seconds, I lift my eyes up to watch her. “Everything good with you?”
“So good,” she pants. “Don’t stop, Sullivan. Please don’t stop.”
The way she says Sullivan, with a touch of pain and a whole lot of pleasure, is my fucking undoing. Frustrated, I growl, which causes her to spread her legs wider and rock against me as she searches for hers. Her nails dig into my fingers, but I refuse to let her go as her whole body goes taut, and she screams so loud I’m sure our neighbors hear her.
But I don’t stop, even when she tries to close her legs to me. Even when she gets so wet I’m not sure where I begin and she ends. This is something I’ve craved for too long to let go with just one.
“Sully, you’ve gotta,” she hisses through her teeth. “It’s too much.”
“Is it?” I mumble, letting her hands go.
Taking my palm, I spread it against her stomach, holding her down, using my thumb to expose her swollen flesh to my tongue. And again I go after her, knowing I can get number two if she just lets herself have it.
The high-pitch of her enjoyment starts to come back as I swipe my tongue up and down, flick her flesh with my thumb, and then I feel her again. Standing on my feet as quick as I can, I flatten my body against hers, do the same with my palm between her legs, and speak in her ear.
“There ya go. I knew you could be a good girl and give me another one.” I rub her slightly. This time to bring her down, not build her up.
Lightly I nuzzle at her neck, feeling the sweat beading off her skin.
“Is there music playing?” She giggles. “I swear I can hear hymns.”
I laugh along with her, but it quickly turns into a groan as her hand goes right to my dick, cupping it with a firm grip.
“Sully,” she whispers in my ear, much like I did with her.
“Yeah?”
“It’s my turn.”
And when she takes my earlobe in her mouth, tugging with her teeth, I know I’m in for a ride I won’t soon forget.
Chapter 11
Shelby
Everything on my body shakes as Sullivan stands, dragging me along with him. I’m almost positive my brain is somewhere on the kitchen floor beneath us when he grabs hold of my hair, pushing me down to my knees.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, before bringing it down, tilting my chin up. The gravel in his voice is enough to put goosebumps on every inch of my exposed skin.
His thumb rubs over my lips, both harsh and gentle at the same time. “If you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll never go further than you allow, but I warn you, Counselor, I can be overwhelming.”
Sucking his thumb between my lips, I run my tongue around the tip before letting him withdraw. “Maybe I want overwhelming.”
Eyes the color of coffee cloud with a desire I’ve never seen from any other man I’ve been with. Male hands answer with jerky movements unbutton his jeans and slide the denim along with his boxers to the floor.
“You ready?” The tone dark, sexual, and every bit as dangerous as the man himself.
Reaching out, I grab hold of the cock stretched to his belly button. With swift movements, I run my hand up and down, caressing the length, pausing as I get to the tip and collecting the fluid starting to gather at the tip. His groan is music to my ears, a small smirk plays against my lips before he’s brought me flush with the counter and eased himself inside my mouth.
“Fuck yes.”
The words are ripped out of his mouth forcefully. Grunted on a low tone that moves all the way through my body. Goosebumps sprout on my forearms, my nipples tighten, and moisture pools in my core. Though I just had mine, I could have it again easily – if he wanted to give it to me. His body weight presses against me, letting me know he controls this even though I’m the one giving out the pleasure this time.
“Y
our mouth is so goddamn wet, so hot.” He talks through everything, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Yes, swirl your tongue around the h,ead. Suck deeper baby, harder.”
My cheeks cave as I give into his requests. His fist in my hair pulls taut, causing me to lose my balance slightly. Reaching for him, I latch onto his ass, pulling him in tightly, digging my nails into his flesh.
“Let me feel it, Counselor. I’ll wear the imprints of you all over my body any day of the fuckin’ week.”
The words are ripped from his throat, causing me to dig my nails in deeper. If he wants the badge of my passion, then I’ll give it to him.
In and out he thrusts, my tongue bathing his erection in saliva, helping the motion along. Making me feel powerful as he shudders with each press and pull. Never before have I felt this excitement, this arousal for giving someone else pleasure.
With my head tight against the cabinet, Sullivan leans over, hands gripping the lipped edge of the countertop, thrusting in earnest. It’s an invasion I wasn’t prepared for, but one I’ll accept. For the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him lose control, and right now that’s my main goal. To bring this man to his knees while I’m on mine.
“Ahhhh, Shelby,” he hisses on a chocked groan.
I wish I could see his face, see exactly what I’m doing to him. Hoping like hell it’s everything he does to me, and more.
“You feel so good.”
With one hand, he lets go of the counter, bringing it down to cup my chin, bending slightly to close around my neck.
“I can feel myself deep in your throat,” he whispers.
That’s the understatement of the year.
Honestly, I can feel him in every part of my body. Each thrust echoes like one in my core, not just into my mouth. I rock against it, hoping to get satisfaction and to sate the desire coursing through my blood.
But I don’t. It’s a throbbing intensity all around us. An awareness I’ve not felt before. The feeling that this man is aroused by me, that I’m giving him something only I can.
“It’s perfect,” he growls. “Your mouth fits my cock so perfectly. I wanted this,” he continues, so many secrets spilling from him. “From the first day I saw you. I knew, I knew you’d be different.”
Different from what? I long to ask the question, but I’m much too busy trying to keep up with what he’s doing to me.
“There was something about you.” He thrusts and grunts. “You seem real, when I haven’t had real in so long.”
Again I wonder who wasn’t real. These are things I’m taking note of, making sure to ask him about when the time is right.
His thrusts slow down. “You okay?”
I make a noise in the back of my throat. Not a yes or a no, but a sound of contentment. As long as I’m giving him what he needs, I’m fine. My hands slip on his ass now that he’s started to sweat.
“Do you know how hot you look right now, Counselor?”
I shake my head.
“Like a fuckin’ porn star; you on your knees, naked, and letting me have my way with you. I bet your jaw is gettin’ tired, huh?”
This time I nod, making a note that his southern accent starts coming out easier the more aroused he gets.
“Your knees are probably tired too, and I bet those lips of yours are red, tight as your pussy from where I’ve been stretching it with my cock.”
This man – dear God this man – and his mouth. Nodding, I hum a yes as loudly as I can.
“You want me to come?” He toys with a strand of my hair.
“Mmm hmmm.”
“Where? Down your throat? All over these tits?” He runs his calloused hand to my breasts, squeezing with his fingers.
I can’t answer and he knows it.
“I don’t need your input.” He moves back up to wrap his hand in my hair. “I know exactly what I’m gonna do.”
And that’s when he goes after his orgasm hard. No reprieve, no taking it easy. The only thing I can do is breathe through my nose and concentrate on giving him the same kind of attention he gave to me.
Bringing my hand up to the base of his cock, I jack it as he presses in, pulls out, and repeats. I jack it hard, wanting more than anything for him to get off the way I did.
“Fuck, Shelby,” he groans as he roughly withdraws from my mouth and shoots all over my chest and neck.
I close my eyes as I feel his essence drip down my body. The both of us are panting in the stillness of the room. When I slowly open my eyes, I see his sharp intakes of breath are highlighting the abs he has. How many hours a day does he work on them?
“How many hours a day do I work on what?”
I giggle. “Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“I was thinking about how many hours a day you must work on your abs for them to be as defined as they are.”
He winks as he reaches down to run a hand along my jawline. “I had to do something to get rid of the sexual tension between us, Counselor. Hopefully now we can work out that tension together.”
“I would love to.” I look down at myself. “But first, I think I need to wash off.”
He grabs my hand, pulling me up and to his body. The fluid from him smears against both of us. “Looks like I need a shower now too, huh?”
“Seems like it.”
“Follow me, I happen to give good showers.”
I laugh, grabbing hold of the hand he extends. “Oh, Sully, I just bet you do.”
Chapter 12
Sullivan
“You’ve got a weird grin on your face.”
“Am I not allowed to grin?”
“You’re normally not this jovial.”
“I always am when I’m with you, Ro.” I throw my arm around my sister’s neck, pulling her in tightly as we stroll through downtown Laurel Springs. It’s cold today, our breath visible in the daylight. She snuggles in closely, allowing me to block the wind.
“Don’t give me bullshit, Sully. What’s got you smiling so much?”
We’re in the square, and my eyes inadvertently go to Shelby’s office. There’s no denying it when Ro squeals, turning fully to face me.
“You and Shelby?”
“It’s new.” I hold my hands up, surrendering. She’s a better interrogator than I am. “I’m not even sure what’s going on with us.”
“What do you mean? You should be positive about this woman.”
Shoving my fists in my uniform pants, I shrug into myself. “If there’s anything I’ve learned, I can’t be positive until I know for sure.”
“I’m sorry about things ended with you and Candice.”
I haven’t heard that name spoken or dared to speak it myself since I moved to Laurel Springs. It’s weird to hear Candice roll off Rowan’s lips. “Yeah, me too.” I kick my feet on the sidewalk. “I thought we’d have a future.”
And I had sorta planned on it. Which was stupid, I should’ve known. It wasn’t the first time she’d broken my heart, but it’d damn-well been the last.
“Have you heard from her?”
Tilting my head to the side, I avoid her eyes. “She’s left me a few messages. They’re back together,” I whisper. “He’s still doing what he was before.”
Her mouth hangs open. “Her and him are back together? Our brother is a fucking dumbass.”
“Yeah. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink, huh?”
“Sullivan, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.” It’s the only thing I can say. The only thing I’ll allow myself to say on the matter.
“You can’t let what happened with her fuck you over for life,” she counsels me. “I mean, look how happy I am now.”
My eyes sweep over her face. There’s no doubt, she’s happier right now than I’ve seen her in years. Given what she’s been through – losing a baby, a marriage, and then meeting Cutter and moving here – she deserves every bit of joy she has. “It looks good on you.”
“It looks good on you too. You should let Shelby in.”
Rocking back on my feet, I roll my eyes. “It’s not that simple. We have a lot of chemistry, but it’s never gone deeper than physical.”
“Only because you won’t allow it to go deeper. Open yourself up, bro. Life waits for no one. What if you lose your chance?”
It’s a thought that crosses my mind more often than I care to admit. With the job I have, the times we live in, every day I go to work might be my last. I’m hyperaware. “I know.” I pull a peppermint out of my pocket, before opening it and slipping it into my mouth. “I’m doing my best.”
Her eyebrow quirks. “Are you? Are you, really?”
My radio chooses that moment to squeak. Saved by the fuckin’ bell. “I gotta go.” The adrenaline is already starting to run through my blood. It’s part of why I love being a cop. Since the first hit of adrenaline I got with the job, I’ve never been able to give it up. Probably never will.
She reaches out, hugging me tightly. “Be careful, love you.”
“Love you, too.”
My feet beat a cadence against the sidewalk as I move toward my patrol car. There’s a lot of traffic on the radio, and I’m trying to figure out what’s happening.
“Possible domestic at thirty-five sixteen Laurel Court. Neighbors are reporting a large amount of yelling, and a crash. At the very least, they’d like there to be a welfare check.”
“Do we know who lives there?” I ask, as I back out of the parking spot, flip my lights and sirens on, before driving toward the address.
“Property lists to Frank Gentry and wife. Doesn’t show as a rental, assuming this is who you’re going to find.”
The name rings a bell. Other officers have been to this address a few times before. The wife hasn’t ever wanted to press charges, though. Within minutes I arrive, Renegade is pulling up beside me with a squeal of the tires.
We each get out of our patrol vehicles. “How do I know this guy?” I ask. I’m still not completely sure where everybody belongs in Laurel Springs, especially when it comes to familial relations.
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