Coming Together: At Last, Volume Two

by Alessia Brio, L. A. Banks, Bridget Midway

  He remembered when they were all his, and she'd let him do everything he ever wanted to her body. He'd hoped that had been enough to keep her here, but it wasn't. No matter how many times he could make her come, she still left him.

  "Are your enjoying your time alone with my panties?"

  He dropped his hand to his side and looked in the direction of the sultry voice. “Always have."

  Her hands were on her curvy hips. The red tank top looked stark against her creamy chocolate skin.

  "Do you want to take them home with you?"

  A slow smile formed on his lips. The red tank top was molded to her lush breasts. God, he loved women with a little meat on their bones. And her bones were covered just fine. “I already have a pair of yours."

  Her head tilted to the side and her long braids danced over her shoulder. “Which ones?"

  He'd even taken them to Iraq with him when his guard unit was called up. Those panties kept him alive. She wasn't even supposed to be his date, but at the end of the night he'd ended up with her in his arms and in the back of his mother's Caddy. “White cotton, senior prom."

  "That was a lot of years ago."

  How could he forget that night? That was the first night he got into those pristine panties. “Those underwear are holding up well. Considering."

  Violet grimaced and held up her delicate hands. “Don't share. Please.” Violet's gaze narrowed in on his crotch. “Jesus, Flynn, do you still get a boner at the drop of a hat?"

  "Not for everyone."

  Brushing past him, she headed for the panties. “I'm flattered, but you're late.” She started picking her underwear off the line and throwing them into a wicker basket. “What are you going to do about Tibby picketing my store?"

  Pushing his Stetson back on his head, he took a deep breath. “I'm going to try and handle this the easy way."

  She tossed a lacy black bra in the basket, her black eyes glittering with annoyance. “I think you should arrest her."

  Frankly, he was a bit surprised she didn't want him to shoot her. And, for a second, if he thought it would get her back in his bed, he might consider it. He was a cop. He could probably get away with it. “Why?"

  "Because then she blows a gasket and calls her brother Billy Mac in the state assembly, and he'll alert the media, and we could have a huge censorship protest, and the it will be funny when the rest of the world finds out what every citizen in Kenyon already knows."

  Pain hammered at him, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. Did he really want to know? Oh, what the hell. He had to ask. “Which is?"

  "Tibby and Floyd are stupid."

  A stabbing pain hit again, and he couldn't decide if the ache in his pants was worse than the one in his head. “Did you put a lot of thought into that one?"

  "I didn't have to."

  "Is it such a big deal to keep the porn under the counter?"

  "I don't carry porn. I carry erotica.” She tossed an emerald green thong at him.

  He caught it, and for a second, he contemplated slipping it in his pocket and using it to beat off with tonight when he was alone with his memories. “What's the difference?"

  "Erotica is classy.” She plucked the panties out of his grip and dropped them, missing the basket completely.

  "Is that a legal definition?"

  She bent over to pick up the free range panties. “The Supreme Court hasn't figured out what porn is, why do I have to?"

  Not so discreetly, he checked out her cleavage and the spotted red lace cupping her breasts. He almost groaned. “You're the one selling it."

  She stood. “And according to the First Amendment, I have every right to. And just so you know, I put the ALCU on speed dial."

  The flesh of her breast jiggled again, and he thought his eyes might fall out of his head. “And once Tibby gets a permit, she has every right to peacefully protest in front of your store, as I'm sure the ACLU has already told you."

  She huffed. “How long will it take for her to get a permit?"

  More jiggly flesh happened. Was he starting to sweat? “Normally, a couple of weeks, but since Miss Tibby is connected. I'm going to give her a couple of days. By the way, she already packed up her signs and promised not to come back until she has the proper paperwork."

  "Look, I understand she has every right to be out there on the street, but she's a pain in my ass."

  Flynn held up his hands. “So, whose freedom do I tramp all over?"

  She put her finger on her chin. “Hmm, let me think about it. I'm the victim. Not mine."

  "You look good, Vi."

  Violet had to stop herself from being all tingly. She hadn't expected to get all worked up by him. But there he was, touching her underwear and stirring up way too many memories. “And you want to avoid this whole issue, don't you?"

  His blue eyes trained in on her mouth. “You know what I want?"

  No, no, no, she thought. Don't push. She knew she wasn't strong enough to resist him. Not after today. “You've never been shy about sharing that with me before."

  "I still want you."

  His words worked their way into her brain—deep down in a place she didn't like to visit often. “A lot of water has past under that bridge."

  Flynn shrugged his broad shoulders. “You asked."

  God, why did he have to look so good? No, better. His body filled out, and he'd become a man. His face was leaner, more masculine. His body was tall, muscular, even more so than in his football days. There was a sense of ease about him. He was comfortable about the man he'd become. That was so compelling. Her chin raised more in defense then defiance. “I'm not going to be here much longer."

  "Then that makes it perfect."

  Violet bit her bottom lip. A heat she was trying to control was surging in her belly and in her pussy. “I am tempted."

  He held his big hands out. “Consider me research?"

  What did he mean by that? Had Bree told him? She knew her mother wouldn't. As much as her mother supported her career, she'd been embarrassed that her daughter wrote dirty stories for a living.

  "For what?” There. That sounded so convincing to her. Not.

  "Your book writing."

  "You know? How do you know?"

  His broad shoulders shrugged. “I read one of your emails to Bree."

  Did he just try to look guilty? Nope. That was her imagination. Bree would take her secrets to the grave.

  Flynn filled her in. “She had to take Roy, Jr. to the ER and called me to watch Melissa, and she'd been answering email on her laptop. I saw it while I was feeding Melissa. You were telling her about how much you hate your cover."

  "Bound and Determined."

  He took a step closer to her. “I had no idea that you wanted to take on two guys at once."

  For the first time in his presence, she felt like prey. And he was the big, blond wolf. Okay, Bambi, you are toast. “You read the book?” Did her voice just squeak?

  "I've read all your books.” His full, seductive lips smiled.

  Violet covered her face. A flush burned her fingers. Of course, it was nothing compared to the heat in her belly or the wetness seeping into her panties. She was going to have to change her pants after he left. “This is the first time I've ever been embarrassed someone's read my books."

  "Why?"

  She had a flashback of those beautiful lips and what they had done to her body once upon a time. “Because...” She couldn't finish her sentence.

  "You write about taking it up the ass. How can you just say because?"

  God, the slow sexy voice made sound so naughty, even naughtier than she could write it. She rubbed her forehead, trying to come up with an answer that would get him off her back. “Listen I really have to go.” She picked up her laundry basket and turned to head back into the house.

  Flynn grabbed her upper her arm stopping her. “No, don't avoid this conversation.” He took the basket out of her hands and dropped it on the grass.

  The heat of his
touch made her dizzy. “You're still in uniform. You still have to work?"

  "I'm off the clock and on my way home. I have all the time in the world."

  She was tempted. Really tempted. Her body was screaming, Yes! Yes! Yes! Frankly, her brain was kind of agreeing. She was in trouble. “What are you going to do about Tibby?” Time to get the conversation back to the original topic before she whipped off her jeans and begged him to fuck her.

  He cupped his big bulge. “What are you going to do about this?"

  God, he was a healthy boy. Her mouth went dry. This was so not how this was supposed to go. “Speaking of books, I really have one to finish."

  Those thick blond brows wiggled. “You need a little inspiration?"

  He inspired all of her heroes in one way or another. She just didn't admit it to anyone. “I'm good."

  "You sure?"

  Just standing there in there in that khaki uniform with a big hard on would fuel a hell of a love scene in the next chapter. She wondered if her editor, Kym, would be mad if she changed the hero to a small town sheriff. “Yes. Please go so I can get some work done."

  "Not going to happen that easy. I never thought you left because you didn't want me anymore."

  Now the man was getting all cop on her, trying to confuse her. “I wanted to get out of Kenyon. I don't belong here."

  His head shook. “You belong where you want to belong."

  He was still angry with her. He didn't ask her stay. Why, she didn't know, but maybe if he had she would have. But she was kid. Hell, she barely knew her own mind, certainly not his. “Where do you think you belong?"

  "Inside of you."

  She yanked her arm away from him and dropped the basket of laundry. He had to power to make her stay and forget her dreams. He could make her be happy just being his woman. No, she had things to do with her life. Places to go and things to accomplish. She couldn't stay in a town that called her a smut peddler. “I can't do this Flynn. Not again."

  "I'm only asking for right now."

  He made sound so easy. So right. Damn him and his blue eyes. “No."

  He pulled her into his arms. “Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you're not wet."

  Pressed close to his hard body, Violet couldn't think. Desire flooded her, stopping her brain from intelligent thought. She was seventeen again, and he'd picked her over every girl in the world. His cock throbbed, rubbing into her belly.

  "Doesn't mean I have to do anything about it."

  "We're grownups.” He tilted her chin up until she met his gaze. “You're leaving. Why can't we have some fun?"

  Think, girl. Think. “What about Tibby?"

  He lowered his mouth until their lips almost touched. “You want her to join us?"

  Warm cinnamon breath fanned her cheek. Her hands rested on his lean hips as she tried to find some anger to push him away. “You know what I mean."

  "Yeah, but right now I just want to crawl between those long legs and ride you hard."

  She let out a long breath. “Damn, you have read my books."

  He cocked a blond brow, then he leaned down until his lips touched her ear. “Let me see if I give you something to write about."

  There she was listening to her pussy again. That's what got her trouble in the first place. She was so weak. “I'm going to regret this."

  "Only that you waited so long."

  * * * *

  By the time she got to her bedroom, she was naked. Flynn stalked behind her like a big jungle cat who knew his prey was cornered. Frankly, she liked it. Now if someone would've told her this morning that he'd have her naked by evening, she'd have laughed her ass off. But he was right. Why not play while she was stuck here? They were grown-ups, and they knew the score.

  He caught her around the waist and tossed her on the bed. There was enough light in the room to see him slowly peel off his uniform. The gun belt dropped to the floor followed by the shirt, and she had a wild thought. The house was off the main road, so no one could see the squad car parked in her driveway unless they were coming to the house, and she didn't care.

  After taking off his boots, he started to peel off his pants. His big cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing and just for her. “Mother nature has been good to you."

  "And I'm going to be good to you."

  "God, yes."

  He bent over, grabbed his belt, and took off his handcuffs.

  "Am I under arrest?"

  "Just some inspiration.” He climbed on the bed, then lifted her arms over her and cuffed her wrists to the wrought iron head board. His cock was so close to her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and gave him a little lick.

  He groaned then moved away.

  Violet adjusted herself into a more comfortable spot. Flynn grabbed one of the pillows behind her head and shoved it under the small of her back. Then, he leaned over and took her mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues seemed to war with each other, and Violet thought she was going to explode. He pressed his big body into hers, and she could feel every inch of his rock hard body. His cock was touching her stomach, and her legs just seemed to wrap themselves around his lean hips. He had just enough hair on his golden body to make things interesting. She ground her clit against him, feeling the hot moisture creaming from her body. She was on fire. The only thing she wished was that she could touch him.

  He moved his mouth down her neck.

  "Come on, baby. Fuck me."

  "Not yet, I'm gonna play."

  "Flynn."

  His mouth moved down to her breast, and he grasped one hard nipple with his mouth. Gently, he bit the peak, then pulled with his teeth and ground his hard cock on her labia.

  Violet screamed and vibration shot through her entire body. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard him laugh against her skin. Then again, she just about came all over herself. When he moved his mouth over to her other breast and did the same, she was sure she'd died and gone to orgasm heaven. Her hands fisted, and she tried to escape the handcuffs, but she couldn't. She just wanted to touch him one time.

  Flynn nibbled his way down her stomach until he reached her drenched pussy. Then he swiped the long talented tongue down her slit to the crack of her ass. Violet's eyes rolled back in her head, and this strange needy sound just rushed out of her mouth.

  Then she was sure she heard him laugh.

  "You are way too easy."

  In a bad way? She didn't think so. Doesn't every man want a woman who could come at the drop of a hat?

  Flynn propped her legs on his shoulders and went down again. He sucked on her clit so hard she thought she was going to buck off the bed. But that wasn't all, The long, naughty tongue went to work on her pussy like she had ice cream down there. Almost all coherent thought stopped.

  Then, he inserted a long blunt finger and started massaging her G-spot. She could feel her internal muscles clamp onto him and move inside of her. As his tongue worked her clit, another finger joined the first, and Violet bucked when he coaxed her G-spot into action. Her whole body quaked with the force, and she gripped him so tightly as she rode out the orgasm. “Flynn, damn it. Oh God, that..."

  He didn't answer because he was busy licking up her juices. Slowly, her body came back to itself, and she thought he would let her go. Well, more hoped because she just wanted to roll over and go to sleep.

  "We're not done."

  She opened her eyes and watched him reach into her table and pull out a condom.

  "How did you..."

  "You're a modern woman and from the looks of what's in this drawer, a very horny one."

  "Wait until I get out of these handcuffs.

  He didn't answer. He just put the condom on and got back in between her legs placing his penis at the entrance of her pussy. He massaged the tip of his cock on her clit slowly back and forth, just smacking it hard enough to drive her insane, but not enough to make her come. Bastard, she thought. Violet started wiggling her hips trying to get him inside. Damn, when did he learn to wait
like this? “Flynn."

  "What, Slick?"

  "Fuck me."

  "Ask me nice."

  "Flynn, fuck me, please."

  He pushed the head inside.

  Her pussy was dying here! She tried to scoot down and get him inside her, but he pulled out. “Please."

  He laughed. “Please what?"

  "Please, baby, just fuck me."

  There was a long, drawn out breath. “I'm so weak.” And he plunged inside her to the hilt.

  Violet screamed in sheer pleasure. Her muscle clenched around him, and she felt so full.

  "You are so wet."

  Violet couldn't say anything as he pounded her. She looked up at his face, and the handsome features were twisted with tension. Skin slapped against skin as he pumped. Her juices flowed, and she felt a finger circle her tight asshole and push slowly inside her. She clenched his finger and his dick, letting him ride her both of her holes. Something inside her tripped, and a hard, fast orgasm ripped through her. Her blood rushed from her head and she thought she blacked out for a second. When she caught her breath, she felt his hard cock slip out. She moaned in distress.

  "We ain't done, darling.” He adjusted her body, and she felt the tip of his cock pushing into her anus. Her first reaction was to tense up, but then she realized she wanted him to do this to her. After some gentle persuasion, her tight hole opened, and he pushed inside.

  Violet gritted her teeth as he filled her in an exquisite moment of absolute pleasure. He worked his way in slowly until his entire dick was inside her. Then he began fucking her ass. He braced himself over her, and her head thrashed back and forth as she took him completely. As Flynn increased his pace, Violet ground herself against him, trying to get him in deeper. This did something to him, because he started pounding inside her and rubbing her clit. Then tension built inside her, and she felt herself crashing to the edging. With one hard thrust of his cock, she screamed and came. A second later, she felt his body shake, and he came hard inside her.

  * * * *

  Three days later, Violet stepped into the crowded meeting room at city hall. As she moved through the packed room, the sea of people parted, and a hush fell over the room. Great, she thought. This is going to turn into an event. Spotting Bree near the front, she headed that way.