When A Stranger Calls (New York State Trooper Series Book 7)

by Jen Talty

  Her body shifted as he continued to tease her, keeping things slow and tender, knowing it drove her mad. Understanding her body, without having to explore it, humbled him.

  And frightened him.

  He spread her legs as wide as he could, wrapping his arms around her so his hands pressed against her stomach. He worshipped her hot nub with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and sucking until she moaned so loudly he thought the neighbors could hear.

  “Oh, my…Oh…God.” She threaded her fingers in his hair, pushing and pulling while her hips rocked up and down. Her thighs clasped to the sides of his head as more sweet juices flowed from her body.

  He pressed open her legs, lifting his head, catching her laden filled gaze. Eyes wide as she licked her lips.

  “Do NOT stop!” Her words sounded more like one long moan.

  “Who said I was stopping?” He used his finger, rubbing in a gentle circular motion, occasionally dipping two fingers inside her.

  “You are such a tease,” she ground out, dropping her head back and fisting the sheets. “Be careful, pay back is a bitch.”

  “God, I hope so.” He watched his fingers disappear deep inside as he sucked her hard nub into his mouth, running his tongue over it.

  “Oh good, Lord,” she cried. “Make me cum…oh, Tristan…” Her hips lifted as her stomach began to quiver and shake.

  He pressed his hand on her stomach, feeling every tremor as her insides clenched around his fingers, wetness pouring out of her body.

  She kept trying to close her legs, but he wouldn’t have it, still lapping at her sweetness as mild shudders rippled across her skin.

  He kissed his way to her lips. “Taste you on me.” He shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth, twisting it around hers. His erection pressing against her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He reached toward the end table.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting a condom.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “It’s in that drawer?”

  He arched a brow.

  “I’ll get it when I’m ready.” She pushed him to his back, her hand gripping his hard cock.

  He sucked in a deep breath.

  “My turn to play.”

  “What exactly are you going to do to me?”

  Her hot, pink tongue darted out of her mouth, lapping over the tip of his throbbing cock like an ice cream cone.

  He groaned, staring down at her.

  She sat up, stroking him with her hand as she looked around the room. “Where’d that belt go?”

  “What!?”

  She obviously ignored him as she jumped off the bed, bending over, showing off her ass along with her sexy, wet folds.

  “Stay just like that,” he said reaching for a condom in his nightstand.

  But she didn’t listen. Instead she held his belt in his hands, toying with the buckle, smiling like the devil as she crawled her way onto the bed. “Scoot down, hands over your head.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered, understanding her thirst for total control. “Do you know what would happen if I suggested anything like this the first time with anyone?” He knew it wasn’t the brightest question, but since he was flat on his back, while she secured his hands over his head, successfully tying him to the bed post.

  “I’m not anyone.”

  “That’s for damn sure.” He hissed as her teeth brushed against his nipples.

  Taking his cock in her hands, she smiled. “Can’t say I’ve ever tied anyone up.”

  “You’ve got to be joking.” All of the muscles in his body tightened as she nibbled her way down his stomach, her hands cupping him. He wanted to tangle his fingers through her hair, hold her down while he pumped himself into her, but the belt successfully kept his hands above his head.

  She licked her lips, her mouth hovering over him, teasing him with her hot breath.

  “I’ve always wanted to tie a man up.”

  He felt his eyes go wide.

  She slid her mouth over him, nestled between his legs, keeping her eyes open as her hand followed her lips from the base of his cock to the tip. Her tongue swirled over him just as she sucked him back into her mouth.

  His lungs burned as he took in heaving breaths. The belt tight against his wrists as he clenched his fists, trying desperately to break free, only he didn’t really want to. The loss of control so intoxicating he thought he might pass out. He blinked his eyes a few times, watching her devour him. Every time she lifted her mouth off him, her smile ignited a fire across his nerve endings.

  “Brooke…” he panted out, dropping his head to the bed, flexing all his muscles. “You’ve got to stop.”

  “Why?” her sultry voice echoed in his ears.

  His chest tightened, making it hard to take a deep breath. “Let’s move to that other position you like.”

  “What’s that?”

  Her finger glided over his tip.

  “Get the condom and fucking straddle me before I go mad.” He closed his eyes tight, hoping the room would stop spinning, praying his outburst didn’t offend her, but sensing it didn’t, somehow. The bed shifted and he heard the sound of the drawer opening. Blinking, he turned his head, watching her tear open the foil. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”

  Goosebumps spread across his body as she wrapped him in protection and guided him inside her.

  He dug his heels into the bed, lifting his hips, watching her toss her hair over her shoulders, cupping her own breasts. Her hips rolled over him, causing intense friction as her insides gripped him tightly. She flicked her thumbs over her nipples, moaning.

  The bed shook as he yanked his arms, but the belt didn’t give way at all. She just smiled and continued to ride him, touching herself, one hand on her breast, the other moving over her mid-section until she rubbed herself slowly with two fingers.

  “Fucking untie me, now,” he barked.

  She stopped moving, but he keep his hips rocking, easing in and out of her.

  “Untie me,” he ground out.

  She leaned over, bringing her breasts close to his mouth. He sucked in her nipple, swirling his tongue over the hard nub. She rewarded him with a high-pitched groan.

  As soon as his hands were free, he grabbed her ass and flipped her onto her back, ramming himself deep inside her, stopping for a moment to gaze at her beautiful eyes. “You are a wicked woman.” He kissed her nose. “You’re the perfect mixture of strength, confidence, intelligence, wits, and by far the hottest woman I have ever met. I want to make you cum so hard you scream again.” He shoved his tongue in her mouth as he pumped uncontrollably inside her, losing all restraint. His movements were wild and messy.

  Raising up on his elbows, he broke off the kiss. Their eyes locked and he nearly exploded. “Cum for me, Brooke,” he whispered.

  Her eyelids fluttered as she lifted her hips, grinding against him, wetness seeping out all around him.

  “Oh, my…my…God!” She arched her back, tossing her head to the side. “Tristan, oh….” Her body quivered underneath him. “Yes, oh…Tristan,” she screamed.

  He thrust into her over and over again. His toes curled as he let out a guttural groan, his own climax spilled out inside her. She clenched herself around the length of him. The way she stared at him, chomping down on her lower lip, her stomach rippling from delight, sent a warm shiver across his skin.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, still stroking her slowly, staring into her big golden eyes, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a smile.

  He lowered himself, easing his full weight on her, nuzzling his face in her neck. “I’m probably going to get kicked out of this bed in thirty seconds, but fuck, that had to be the best sexual experience of my life.”

  “I aim to please.”

  He burst out laughing, and so did she, her hands still roaming up and down his back.

  A few minutes ticked by as their laughter eased. He
rolled to his side, taking the small blanket from the foot of the bed, and covering their bodies.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he admitted. “You’re so open and…” he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve never been with a woman like you and I think you ruined me for forever.”

  “How so?” She pulled the blanked up around her breasts, fluffing a pillow, leaning against the headboard.

  He wanted a better view of her perfect body and face, so he snagged a few pillows, shifting his body, so his head was at the end of the bed.

  “Now you can’t see the lake,” she said.

  “I’d much rather look at you,” he said, kissing her big toe. “You even have sexy feet. I mean, feet are usually a bit of a turn off, but not yours.”

  Her smile filled the room with a warmth stronger than sunshine. “Still want to know how I ruined you.”

  Time to get real.

  “I honestly told myself I would not sleep with you until we’d gotten to know each other better and had a few dates.”

  “We haven’t had any dates.”

  “I have a confession to make,” he said.

  She scrunched her forehead. “Okay…”

  “When I asked you to help me with women, I was serious, but I spent so much time listening to Rusty talk about you, then meeting you, well it didn’t take long for me to want to learn how to talk to you. I like you. A lot. More than any other woman I’ve dated in a long time. I wanted to try to romance you, but then we end up, in this bed, fucking like there is no tomorrow. Hell, I even let you tie me up and I hate not being in control.”

  “I got news for you.” She pressed her hands against his feet, massaging firmly. “You were never in control, not even when you asked to be untied. I didn’t have to do that.”

  He growled, dropping is head to her ankle. “You make me crazy,” he muttered. “I don’t want this to be some random sex act. I want to date you and fuck you.”

  “Oh, my, god.” She wiggled her big toe on the side of his head. “You’re lucky I don’t mind that word as a descriptor for sex, only, it would be nice if you said it differently when asking me to date you.”

  “So, we’re dating?”

  “I haven’t said yes.

  “You haven’t said no.” He took his finger and traced the small heart shaped tattoo she had on her ankle.

  “On one condition.”

  “You and your conditions.” But he’d give her whatever she wanted.

  “You don’t try to be something you’re not and get all wrapped up in the crap I’ve been telling you.”

  He arched a brow. “That was crap?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I want you to be yourself.”

  “All right, but you have to do the same in return.”

  “Deal,” she said. “Now, I saw a nice bottle of wine in your kitchen. Do you have any cheese to go with it?”

  “I do.” He leapt from the bed. “Let’s take it down to the dock and watch the sunset.” He tossed her one of his T-Shirts and found a pair of boxers that could pass for shorts on a woman. As he hiked up his jean shorts, he realized he’d gotten himself a girlfriend.

  Don’t fuck this up.

  Chapter 7

  Exotic, wild sex, no matter how good or empowering, doesn’t mean Brooke should have said yes to dating Tristan. They fucked. Kinky, dirty, fucking. Letting off some steam, dealing with the incredible sexual tension between them, topped off with a good dose of grief, brought them to bed. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything, much less end up with her dating the sexy Trooper, who’d essentially been a stranger to her a week ago when she’d asked for his help.

  She snagged her dress from his bedroom closet and made her way to the kitchen, wearing a pair of his boxers and T-Shirt.

  “I hope you’re hungry.” Tristan stood in front of the stove. The crisp smell of bacon and…she sniffed again, catching a whiff of cinnamon and coffee.

  “French Toast and bacon,” he said.

  “I could eat that.” She plopped her dress on the recliner before maneuvering around Tristan, who smacked her ass while she poured herself a cup of coffee. Leaning against the counter, she blew into her mug and admired the fine specimen of a man flipping some bread. She’d always enjoyed sex, when she had it. Though the last year of her relationship with Larry, she could count on one hand their sexual encounters, and they hadn’t been good ones. More like hurried, let’s get the obligatory screw out of the way.

  Her and Tristan had sex, made love, screwed, whatever you want to call it, three times. She squeezed her legs together, the soreness of having him inside her so many times, for so long, and occasionally being rough felt so good she blushed. She liked to express herself during sex and generally that came in the form of colorful language, only Larry didn’t think a lady should be saying things like, ‘oh yes, there, fuck me there’. Not that she said that often, but sometimes, when the sex was raw, it was necessary.

  “You’re deep in thought.” Tristan kissed her temple before putting two plates on the kitchen table.

  He did say some things that some women could take the wrong way, but nothing so horrible it warranted breaking up with him over, especially considering how attentive he’d been with her all night. Holding her in his arms. Gently caressing her. Giving her something to wear before she had to ask for it. She really wanted to meet some of these idiotic women he’d been dating because the man was a sweetheart who knew every erogenous zone on a woman’s body and how to make her scream in delight. Who wouldn’t want a man like that?

  And by the smell of things, he could cook too.

  She sat down next to him, slicing into a thick piece of French toast drizzled in syrup, cinnamon, and a bit of powdered sugar. “Any ex-girlfriends you can introduce me to?”

  “Why the hell would I do that?” he stuffed an entire piece of bacon in his mouth.

  “I want to see the kind of women who would turn down someone as good in bed as you and who can cook too.” She held her fork up before shoving a large piece of toast in her mouth. “Oh, my, God. That is soooooo good.”

  “I’m hurt. I’m more than a sex slave who can prepare a decent meal.”

  She laughed, tossing a napkin at him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  He arched a brow.

  She rolled her eyes. “Seriously. Now that we are sort of dating.”

  He kicked her under the table. “We’re dating. Not sort of.

  “Fine.” She took a couple more bites of her food, contemplating how she landed in Oz, because there is no way in hell she should be doing anything with Tristan, other than saying thank you. “I want to meet just one. You make it sound like all of them but Brenda ran for the hills the moment you opened your mouth.”

  “Come with me to Delaney and Josh’s wedding. My last girlfriend will be there.”

  “Delaney already invited me.”

  He laughed. “So, that means I’m still going stag.”

  “You’re a pain in the ass,” she muttered.

  They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence, passing the newspaper back and forth.

  “I’ve got a busy week coming up.” Tristan stood, taking the plates in his hands.

  “I’ll do the dishes. Least I can do since you cooked.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got it,” he said. “Anyway, I work today at nine, so should be home by six. Then the rest of the week I’ve got SCUBA recertification. Generally runs eight to seven ish.”

  “Sounds grueling.”

  “It is.”

  She leaned back, watching as he did the dishes. His biceps flexing as he scrubbed a pan. Most men…most people, she could peg quickly, but she had to admit, she’d had him pegged all wrong. She thought his awkwardness with women came from some insecurity or feelings of inadequacy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If her theory was correct, his problem with women began the day his sister died.

  Brooke understood deep seat
ed connections. She had that with her grandmother. Sure, her mother was fantastic. Her father, spectacular. Her grandfather, her biggest cheerleader. But out of everyone in the family, it had been her grandmother she’d felt the deepest connection to and when she died, Brooke felt more lost than she did when her parents had passed.

  If she were being totally honest, the day her grandmother died was the day Brooke changed, and not necessarily for the better.

  “I can feel you watching me.” Tristan turned to face her as he towel dried a pan. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

  She fingered her necklace. “I’m honestly worried about what will happen when Jillian talks with the DA this morning, looking for a plea bargain, and then what might happen next with the civil case.” Not a down right lie, but she didn’t want to get into her thoughts too deeply, not yet anyway.

  “Didn’t you tell me she already spoke to the DA’s office and they seemed agreeable to dropping the charges after some community service?”

  Brooke nodded. “But she also said she couldn’t be sure and to brace myself for the worst.”

  “Come here.” He waggled his finger.

  She didn’t hesitate. Being in his strong arms gave her courage, even when her confusion was over him and this connection she wanted to fight, but couldn’t.

  “There’s nothing you can do about it right now, so let Jillian take care of things. She’s good at her job.” He cupped her chin, pressing his lips against hers in a wet entanglement, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth.

  Her body soaked up his energy, consuming it for herself, making her stronger. Making her want things she thought she should run from.

  And run fast.

  He squeezed her ass with one hand, while the other managed to unhook her bra. Even if she wanted to resist him, she couldn’t. No, she wouldn’t. For the first time in a long while, she felt like a whole woman. One that could be desired and worshiped like a temple at the same time being treated like an equal and with respect.

  He spun her around, shoving her stomach against the counter, ripping her shorts and panties to the floor.

  She gasped, gripping the counter, kicking the boxers to the side. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her body melted at his tender touch. His arm around her body, fingers sliding between her legs, teasing with feather-like circular motion.