And not even the good gun.
The solid metal one that was cold and had a really scratchy barrel.
“I’m not saying no,” he said, sounding tortured as he stood up and divested himself of his gun belt. “I’m saying yes. Goddamn me, I’m saying yes.”
I watched, enraptured, as he slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt. When he got to the bottom, he shrugged out of it, the fabric carelessly falling to the floor as he kept his eyes on me.
I swallowed thickly when he left the vest in place and started to unbutton his pants.
I moaned in the back of my throat and started to twitch and writhe on the bed, my eyes going positively molten as the thin black cloth of his boxer briefs came into view.
His grin was wicked when he pushed his underwear low enough for his cock to pop through.
My thighs slapped shut as I once again got a good look at his cock.
Jesus. Christ.
He was so big that I already knew I’d be feeling him tomorrow morning.
Thank God I didn’t have to work. Because I could already tell that I’d be deliciously sore.
“Those eyes.” He grinned. “They tell me exactly what you’re thinking.”
My brows rose as I stared at him.
“Yeah?” I asked. “What are they saying?”
“They’re saying that you want me. And you don’t care if you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow because of it.” He hit the nail on the head.
“Jesus,” I snorted. “You’re full of yourself.”
He yanked the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest to his chest, then quickly divested himself of it.
It hit the floor with a solid clunk, and my heart lurched at the sight of his cock jolting from the movement.
I spread my legs back open, beckoning him without words.
He didn’t disappoint, shucking his shirt and lowering his boxer briefs all the while climbing up between my thighs.
Just as he got where he wanted to be, he yanked my leg up and out, pushing it wide so that I was splayed to his gaze.
He lowered his hips, dragging his hefty cock against my wet slit.
I watched him watch me, so entranced that I hadn’t realized that he’d stopped until his eyes once again met my own.
“Watch us,” he ordered.
I did, allowing my eyes to sink down his body to focus on where we were touching.
“The condom,” I breathed. “Don’t forget the condom.”
He cursed and let my leg go, reaching over me to the nightstand beyond my head.
I watched as he pulled out the box of condoms, the ones clearly marked ‘non-latex,’ and ripped a packet free.
He didn’t toss the box back into the drawer, though. No, he threw them down beside my head and said, “I’ll just leave those there. There’s no telling how many more we’ll need tonight.”
I would’ve laughed had he not been one hundred percent serious.
In the blink of an eye, he had the condom opened and rolled down the length of his cock, with the tip lodged at my entrance.
“Shit,” I breathed when he yanked my legs back into position.
Then, slowly, he eased his way inside.
When he got about an inch in, my eyes widened at the slight burn of his cock spreading me wide, and he pulled back.
I began to frown, wanting him inside of me despite the pain, but just as I was about to scold him, he reversed his retreat and once again started to push his way in.
He repeated this, over and over, until I was once again full to the brim.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, his eyes hot and on me. “You feel so good.”
Did I?
Because I was fairly convinced that I was about to burst at the seams.
“You’re big,” I blurted. “And Jesus, I feel like you’ve forced an arm in there, not your penis.”
He laughed, causing his cock to jerk in place, and I felt a jolt of pure electric need course through me.
“Feel good now?” he asked, pulling back slightly.
I closed my eyes, getting lost in the sensations that he was invoking in me.
Also, I might’ve lost the ability to talk as he slowly swirled his hips, causing his cock not to move, per se, but to rock in place.
It was the single best feeling I’d ever felt in my life.
“I think,” I breathed through the feeling. “That this is what I want you to continue to do.”
“Not this?” he asked, pulling back slightly, changing the angle of his hips, and slowly sliding back inside.
I. Saw. Stars.
Whatever he’d done, it was the exact thing that I’d needed.
I hadn’t realized what it was, exactly, that I’d needed until that moment in time.
“That,” I said. “That.”
His grin was positively wicked as he gave me more of ‘that.’
Over and over again, in fact.
He moved with such languid grace that at first I wasn’t sure what, exactly, he was doing to me.
But then, as my orgasm started to slowly build, I realized that he knew exactly what he was doing.
He was playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. Using it as he pleased and taking me along for the ride.
I watched as his abdominals undulated with each twisting thrust of his hips.
Watched as his concentration on my body, on the things he was making it do for him, twisted and moved.
“Does this feel like you’re not mine?” he asked. “Does this feel like I’m yours?”
“It feels like you need to move faster.” I gasped out a laugh. “Please.”
He leaned forward onto his elbows, his face only inches from mine, and laughed.
In my face.
His cock jerked inside of me, but that was the only sign that he gave to moving faster.
In fact, his eyes locked to mine, he moved even slower.
I wanted to scream and moan. I wanted to force him to go fast, but also keep him moving exactly the same.
Then he did something else incredible.
He sat back up, then moved my legs until they were pressed together before bracketing them with his own.
The new position, with my legs so tightly closed, had me confused.
But then he went back down into position with his arms bracketing my face and started to move his hips all over again.
And I saw stars again.
Each thrust of his long, thick cock inside of me had the entire length sliding past my clit on the way inside me, drawing an unconscious moan from my lips in reaction.
“Feel good?” he asked, breathing against my neck.
“Feels… holy shit.” I didn’t even have words.
He chuckled against my ears, causing goosebumps to shiver down my spine.
His lightly bearded jaw drug deliciously against my collarbone, drawing even more goosebumps.
My orgasm was slow to build, and each time that I thought it couldn’t get more intense, it would just continue to build.
I was feeling things that I’d never experienced before.
Things that made me realize that the reason it felt so good with Ford wasn’t because he was good at what he was doing—he was—but because it was Ford that I was doing it with.
Ford was making me feel like a queen.
“You’re thinking too much,” he growled, pressing his lips to the pulse point on my neck.
I licked my lips and closed my eyes, letting my body feel him and not ‘think’ as he was saying.
“I’m only thinking of the way this feels,” I admitted. “How fucking good…”
Just when I thought that it couldn’t feel any better, he pulled out further than he had previously.
Then slammed back inside.
Only once.
Just one time, and I…died.
That was the only thing I could explain it as—the out-of-body experience.
There I was, building up to something big, and he had to go and do that.
Seconds later I was falling over the edge.
Each drag of his cock against my clit had it building higher and higher until I shattered.
My orgasm slammed into me so hard that the buck of my hips caused him to momentarily lose his way.
When he sensed this, he moved fast, kicking my legs back open and slamming back home with such abruptness that I screamed.
He didn’t stop.
Not when he leaned back down and I bit him.
Not when my fingernails dug into his back.
And definitely not when I screamed in his ear.
No. He rode me hard until the only thing I had left to do was fall bonelessly to the bed and watch as he finished himself off in the condom that was covering his cock.
“God, that was beautiful.”
I blinked, staring at him in surprise, my eyes a bit blurry.
“And I’d kill to come inside of you,” he said, pulling out slowly, being sure to hold onto the base of the condom as he did. “Fill you up to the brim and watch as my seed slid out of you when I pulled away.”
The image he described was definitely hot as fuck.
I wanted that, too.
So bad that I was almost willing to try it, fuck the consequences.
He saw the willingness in my eyes and laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to my mouth, and letting his slick cock drag along my belly.
I leaned back and looked down, allowing my finger to drag along the length of his cock.
He grinned and pulled the condom off with a rough yank, causing the condom to break in his haste.
He didn’t let that stop him, though.
He tossed it to the ground beside the bed, and my brows rose.
“I’ll clean it up… later.”
Then he reached for another condom.
It was only after my fifth orgasm and his third that he stopped.
Honestly, I was kind of glad.
I couldn’t take any more.
He was amazing and all, but things were starting to get kind of sore down there, and I needed to be able to sit in a classroom tomorrow for a couple of hours.
Already, I knew that I was going to find it uncomfortable.
But at least it’d be bearable.
Anything would be bearable if Ford giving me orgasms was the payoff.
But still… I needed a break.
At least for an hour.
Which he must’ve sensed because he got up, cleaned the pile of condoms up, and came back with a couple of baby wipes.
I took the one he handed me and cleaned myself. Then went to the bathroom while he was cleaning up the floor, only to return to him sprawled out on the bed half-asleep.
I crawled onto the bed and picked up the comforter that’d been thrown to the floor in our lovemaking session earlier, tossing it over our naked bodies as I moved into the curve of his body.
The moment that I was settled, he started talking.
“I’ve been thinking about the disappearing cats.”
I sat up, using an arm planted on his chest to prop me up into place so that I could look into his eyes.
“What about them?” I asked curiously, my eyelids feeling heavy, but my curiosity definitely piqued.
“I…” I slowly stopped talking as there was a distinctive knock on the door.
“Somebody’s pounding on the door,” I muttered.
Ford practically peeled himself away from me, grinning at my protest.
“I’ll go see who it is.”
He was gone for about five minutes, and in that time, I used it to sink deeper into the bed. To meld myself with the sheets and get into the cozy spot that Ford had just vacated.
When he came back into the room, I was on the verge of sleep, body hovering in that space between awake and asleep.
I shivered as he slid into the bed next to me, curling his rather cold body around my warm one.
I was no longer on the verge of sleep anymore.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, trying to pull myself away.
But he wouldn’t let me go.
He stayed there and kept me pinned to him, using my body to warm his.
“S’cold,” he murmured, burying his face into my hair. “Somebody’s missing their cat and was asking to see if we’d seen it.”
I closed my eyes, once again relaxing, and found myself quickly warm and right back on the verge of sleep.
“About those missing cats.”
“Hmmm,” I said against his throat, my hot breath playing along his Adam’s apple. “What about them?”
I never found out, because the next thing I knew, I was dead asleep.
Chapter 13
I don’t ride on the crazy train. I conduct it.
-Ashe’s secret thoughts
Ashe
After class, I texted Ford to find out where he was, curious to hear about the cats that he’d been trying to tell me about last night before I’d fallen asleep.
But when I’d gotten up, he’d been dead to the world, and I hadn’t wanted to wake him.
After making a pit stop at my house for my keys that Uncle Luke had dropped off, I hailed Rowen down and got a lift to the station for my car.
Class hadn’t been anything special. The announcement of a guest speaker coming to the school next week had me enthralled, but ultimately my mind stayed on the man in the bed that I’d left this morning, and definitely not on my school work where it should be.
Luckily with next week being a guest speaker, and the week after that being an off week due to a holiday, we didn’t have much going on that I needed to pay attention to.
And when I got out of class hours later, I only had one thing on my mind.
Ford.
Pulling out my phone, I shot him a text and walked to my car, my eyes taking in the crowd that was gathered around my car.
Or, more importantly, the storm drain next to my car.
“What’s going on?” I asked curiously to the man who was closest to my car door.
“There’s a kitten in the drain.” He gestured to the manhole they had uncovered. “But nobody will go down there.”
I sighed and stowed my shit in my car before walking over to the drain.
“Anybody have a flashlight?” I asked.
“I have a penlight,” one girl said, dressed in the school’s nursing uniform that indicated she was part of the nursing program there.
“Great,” I said, walking over to the opened manhole.
Jumping down, I used the light to scan the area, easily spotting the kitten in the corner.
It was making enough racket to let everyone on earth know where it was.
Grinning, I looked up at the man who’d originally told me about the kitten in the drain.
“I have a towel in my back seat. Will you get it for me?” I asked.
Seconds later the towel appeared, and I carefully draped it over the kitten, then walked over to the manhole and handed the toweled kitten up.
Then I realized that there was no way in hell that I was getting out of the hole without help.
“Umm,” I called out. “I’m gonna need help out!”
“Give me your hands.”
I didn’t know who the hell had said that, but I wasn’t going to complain or ask questions seeing as being in the hole was kind of creepy.
I held up my hands and went flying, surprised to see a familiar face on the other end.
“Dax.” I smiled at him when I was on firm ground. “What are you doing here?”
“PD was called,” he answered, letting me go. “You shouldn’t have gone down there.”
I rolled my eyes and nearly stepped back straight into the hole.
He caught me before I could make myself look bad and then guided me to open ground before bending over to replace the manhole cover.
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p; “Thanks,” I said, dusting my pants off. “Why was the police department called?”
He stood back up and wiped his hands on his pants like I’d just done before answering.
“It seems to be an epidemic,” he answered. “This is the eighth call today about kittens being tossed in storm drains.”
My brows flew up. “Really?”
He nodded. “Always near a place where people will care enough to do something about it, though.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Like people are purposefully putting the kittens down there around a populated area,” he answered. “Two were in a storm drain near the high school. Five were in a storm drain next to the elementary. Six next to a coffee shop where people sit outside.”
He named off five more storm drains, for a total of twenty-nine kittens.
“What the hell?” I asked curiously.
“I’m going to go back and look at the feed for the school,” he said. “This is the first place that might actually have eyes on the area that they were abandoned.”
“Wow.” I shook my head. “Let me know if anything comes up.” I paused. “I’m not sure if this is related at all, but there’s been an influx in cat thefts lately, too. I have a list of them all at my house. If you think that’s at all relevant.”
He shrugged. “No idea. But definitely something to think about.”
I got a text, and I walked to my car and picked up my phone to see that it was Ford.
“Y’all are training today?” I asked Dax when I read the text.
“Was supposed to before this came up,” Dax admitted. “I volunteered since I already had enough training hours logged for this week.” His eyes came to me. “So, you and Ford, huh?”
I blinked in surprise.
“Umm, what?” I hedged.
Dax’s grin was swift.
“I heard through the grapevine that you and a certain someone kissed the hell out of each other at a scene.” He laughed. “What do you have to say to that?”
I didn’t.
Because I wasn’t sure that Ford wanted it out.
So I kept my mouth closed.
Once I talked to him, then I would go about confirming rumors.
For now, though? Deny. Deny. Deny.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.
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