Lust in the First Degree [The Andersons 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Marie Jermy

  “Where’s Pete going?” his mom casually asked, stepping back so Matt could put his arm around Darcy again.

  “Probably going up to see Mark,” Matt guessed.

  “Oh, he can run…”

  Matt smiled. His mom sounded pissed, probably with Connors, and she wasn’t holding back. Nothing new there then. “What are you two doing here?”

  “Firstly, we brought you a change of clothes, son,” his father answered. “They’re in Darcy’s bag, which we’ve also brought. And secondly, we’ve come to see Jack and Lindsay. Give them our support. In view of what’s happened, I think it’s time Jack and I buried the hatchet.”

  He could empathize with that. He’d made his own amends, albeit in a small way, with reinstating Mark Raven on his Christmas card list. “Good on ya, Dad.”

  Darcy then spoke. “How did you get my bag? I was told it was evidence, the same as my Jeep.”

  Jess smirked. “Oh, I managed to persuade Laurel and Hardy that a vibrator and a box of flavored condoms weren’t exactly evidence in a shooting.”

  Darcy laughed. “Laurel and Hardy? That’s exactly how I described them.”

  At the mention of a vibrator, another shot of heat rushed to Matt’s cock. He should feel some sort of remorse, after all, he had shot and killed a man, but all he could think of was pleasuring Darcy with his own tool. He shook his head. Life goes on. And so does the fucking. “Um, Dad? Darcy and I are still…numb, I think is the word. We just need twenty-four hours. You know, to sort ourselves out. Can you keep Connors and the FBI off our backs?”

  If his father knew the real reason was because he wanted to fuck Darcy from here to Sunday, he didn’t show it. “I can do that.”

  His mom gave him a sly smile when she reached up and tapped the brim of his hat. “See you’re not suspended anymore.”

  “Matt’s really got his job back?” Darcy spoke to Jess. “I wanted to talk to Chief Connors on Matt’s behalf myself, but really, thinking about it, I wouldn’t have known where to start.”

  “Oh, I might be retired, but I still know how to kick Pete’s ass. Ross here does, too. We all used to work together.”

  Matt smiled at the way Darcy’s mouth dropped open slightly. He was hoping those lush lips of hers would be wrapped around his cock in the not-too-distant future. “You were both cops?” she asked.

  “We all are, Darcy. Well, Mom and Dad were. Ross and I are. Sammy and Mona are the exceptions.” Matt squeezed Darcy around the waist. “See, not all cops are bad.” She pinched his ass again. Should he kiss her in front of his parents? Oh, why the hell not. Apparently, Darcy wanted it, too, because her lips eagerly met his. Her velvety tongue slid along his, and his cock pulsed to the same beat as his jackhammering heart.

  She curled her arms around his neck and turned into him, aligning their bodies. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples stabbed against him through their clothes. He placed his hands on her hips to bring her nearer still so they were now cock to pussy.

  Lip locked, bodies melded together, he heard his parents walk away. Matt didn’t have to stop kissing Darcy to know that they probably sported knowing smiles. No doubt, once home, they would cross him off their matchmaking list and place another setting at the table. He would have protested, but Darcy sucked on his tongue like it was his cock, and he lost all train of thought.

  Chapter 9

  Darcy pulled into a parking slot at the Best Western Plus Butte Plaza Inn and switched off the ignition. Unbuckling her belt, she looked across at Matt. Slouched in his seat, his head at an angle against the headrest, his eyes were closed and he looked asleep. He wasn’t. He wore a roguish grin that was wider than the Golden Gate Bridge.

  She leaned over and brushed his hair from his forehead. “What are you thinking?” she asked, then ran one finger over his unshaven chin. Mmm, nice pussy-fucking stubble. Well, actually “nice” was too tame a word. His whiskers chafing her inner thighs while he ate her pussy would feel fucking incredible. She got hot and wet just thinking about it.

  If it were possible, his grin grew wider. “Oh, that you drive like you fuck.”

  “And how is that?”

  His eyes popped open, and she felt all the air whooshing from her lungs at the heat shimmering within the sky-blue depths. “With purpose.” He lifted his hat that lay in his lap, revealing uniform pants tented by a very large, hard cock.

  She fanned herself. “Oh, my.”

  He tossed his hat into the rear. “Fuck me, Darcy. Here and now.”

  All her saliva rushed south to join the juice coating the crotch of her panties. She looked out of the windshield. The parking lot was deserted. Good thing really, she’d never thought much of voyeurism. “Yes. I have condoms in my bag.”

  While Matt removed his seat belt and unzipped his pants, Darcy reached into the backseat for her overnight bag and searched for the condoms. Murphy’s Law, they were right at the bottom. She retrieved one and then straddled Matt, her thighs on either side of his. He shoved her denim skirt up around her waist and dealt with her panties by simply ripping them in two. She was so turned on she didn’t mind in the least. In fact, the tearing of the material juiced her pussy, further ready to receive him.

  “Hurry, Darcy. Put it on me. What the fuck? Yellow?” he asked when she removed the colored latex from its foil packet.

  “Mmm, banana flavor.” His bark of laughter sounded strained as she expertly smoothed the thin rubber down his rigid shaft. “Ready?”

  “Fucking fit to burst ready.”

  Holding the base, she slowly eased herself down, taking about an inch of his prick into her sopping pussy. A wild groan sounded in his throat as he thrust his hips upward, jamming the full length of his cock in deep. She caught her bottom lip, overwhelmed for a moment with the sheer size of him. But then she began to move, using his shoulders to push herself up and down, riding his cock slow yet hard.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. You fuck good.”

  A frown furrowed his brow, and she heard him grind his teeth, as if he were holding onto what control he had. Her pussy swallowed his cock again with one slow and deep push downward. She circled her hips to rub her clit against the fabric of his pants. The air around them was pungent with bananas and sex.

  Her pussy suddenly felt hot, her juice as thick as honey, and Darcy knew from the way her inner muscles tightened and fisted his cock that her orgasm was building. “You fuck good, too, Matt. I’m gonna come all over your cock.”

  Matt seemed to know she wanted some tit play, for he then yanked her tank tops down to reveal her unbound breasts. She arched into him, and his hot mouth found one stiff nipple. He suckled hard, the rasp of his stubble against her skin making her groan and thrash against him.

  Their breathing came out in pants. He freed her nipple from his mouth and lifted his face to stare into her eyes. A smile softened the lines of concentration. “Come, Darcy. Come for me.”

  Following her parents’ death, Darcy vowed never to do what other people wanted her to do. She would do what she wanted. But how could she refuse Matt? One hand on her ass, he squeezed the other down between their bodies and rolled her clit using his thumb and forefinger. She rolled her hips with him and climaxed hard. He followed right behind her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as he jerked and pumped until every last drop of cum had been wrung from him.

  She collapsed against him. Her limbs felt weak, and there was no way she would be moving anytime in the next five minutes. She brushed a kiss to Matt’s roughened neck and sighed. “Oh, Matt, that was…and I’m sorry to repeat myself, but that was good.”

  “Mmm, fuck good. Don’t move. Somebody is just walking past the front of the truck. And they haven’t spotted us yet.” A rumble of laughter sounded in his chest when she tensed. “Sweetheart, I thought I was the one to get stiff.”

  “Ha-ha.” Matt’s “sweetheart” endearments hadn’t gone unnoticed. She was beginning to like them. They gave her a sense of inner peace. “Have they go
ne?”

  “Nope. They’re now gawking at your lush ass.”

  “They’re what?” Darcy twisted around in Matt’s lap, dislodging his now-flaccid cock from her pussy. There was nobody about. More laughter rumbled when she slapped him on the chest.

  He captured her hand and blew a raspberry against her palm. “C’mon, let me just deal with this condom, and then we’ll go and check in.”

  She righted her clothes and pocketed her torn panties then moved back into the driver’s seat, watching as he removed the condom, tied a knot in the end, and placed it on the dash. The large splotches of dried blood staining his shirt made her queasy. It could so easily have been Matt’s blood. No, she wouldn’t think like that. Forrester was dead. Raven was on the road to recovery. And Matt was by her side, in her life and her heart. Still…“Um, Matt, I think it would be wise to change. The hotel staff might take one look at that blood and call the cops. You said you wanted at least twenty-four hours. If you go in there dressed like that, it’ll be more like twenty-four minutes.”

  Matt nodded in complete agreement. “Good point. Pass me the clothes Dad said he brought me, will ya? Oh, and while I remember, can you turn your cell off? I definitely do not want to be disturbed,” he added, taking his own cell from his pants pocket. He pressed the off switch and laid it on the dash.

  “Okay.” She did as requested because she didn’t want to be disturbed either. She then reached across to the backseat and pulled from her bag a pair of black jeans and a maroon Superdry T-shirt. Between the two items of clothing was a folded, large, brown paper bag. “What’s this?”

  Matt rolled his eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and wrestled it down and off his arms. “It’s an evidence bag. Gee, Mom thinks of everything.”

  At the sight of his magnificent bronzed chest, Darcy couldn’t help but lean over and nibble on one of his nipples. She relished the way it beaded between her teeth and the sound of Matt’s sharp hiss.

  “Jeez, Darcy, you don’t stop doing that and we’ll be spending those twenty-four hours in the backseat of this truck.”

  She lifted her head and gave him a sly wink. “It’ll be cheaper. I mean, look at that place. Very fancy-schmancy.”

  “Wait until you see the rooms,” he said, leaning forward to take his boots off.

  “You’ve stayed here before?”

  He straightened. “No. A couple months back, I had cause to come here and attend to a domestic incident between guests that the staff had called in.” He unbuckled his equipment belt and, apart from his service weapon and badge, which he tossed into her bag, stashed the belt under his seat, hidden from view. He then removed his uniform pants and they, too, joined the shirt in the evidence bag. “You see, although I’m permanently stationed in Silver Creek, I do on occasion, like I did last night, swap shifts with an officer from Butte. Policing in Silver Creek can sometimes be boring, other times it’s hectic. It all depends on the season.”

  Matt quickly pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, and Darcy sighed with disappointment. “How so?” she asked, sealing the evidence bag while he put his boots back on.

  “Crooks prefer to commit their crimes during the summer months. Can’t say I blame them, really. It can be colder than a polar bear’s tit in winter. Spring and the fall are nice, but can still be very chilly.”

  “And I s’pose summer has more tourists for the crooks to take advantage of?”

  “Right.” He shoved the evidence bag also under his seat and then pocketed his cell and picked up the used condom. “Ready?”

  Nodding, she alighted from the truck, locked it, and waited while Matt went to find a trash can to dispose of the condom. He joined her, and together they made their way to the white-faced portico of the hotel.

  They checked in and took the stairs to their room. Darcy had wanted to pay half for the king suite but Matt had waved her protests away, telling her that she could pay him back later. What with his sinful grin, she didn’t think payment meant money. More like lots of fucking. She could definitely do that. She wanted to try anal with him. She also wanted to find out if he’d like to play “hunt the male G-spot.”

  Outside the door, he gave her a lingering kiss, which he then spoilt by saying she smelled. He opened the door and was still laughing when he threw himself onto the king-size bed.

  Their room was fancy-schmancy and obviously at the top of the price scale. It was very clean, odor free, and comfortable, and the linens and pillows on the bed were to die for. She’d have to ask what company the hotel used and pass the information on to Harrison for the kindness he’d paid her. However, it was the en suite that gained her full attention. The shower enclosure was standard-sized, but the claw-foot bathtub had been made for two.

  Although there was a nice selection of complimentary toiletries, none were as deluxe as the ones she’d taken—well, they were free—from the Slumberland Hotel. An idea struck. She poked her head around the door. Matt had kicked his boots off and was spread-eagled across the bed. He looked up and crooked his forefinger at her. “What? You expect me to come to you after telling me I stink? No way. And for your information, you smell, too.”

  He rolled to his feet and padded across the carpet toward her, hot intent darkening his sky-blue eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned casually against the jamb. “And what do you suggest we do about that?”

  “Share a bubble bath with me?”

  He looked as if she’d just asked him to walk over lava. “Bubble bath?”

  Smiling, Darcy went over to the sofa chair where her overnight bag was. A quick search and she found the two bottles of bath foam. One was red and was called Oriental Opulence. The other was a gold color and labeled Exotic Retreat. Hmm, decisions, decisions. She opted for Exotic Retreat. “Yes, a bubble bath. It’ll bring out the feminine side in you.”

  Matt snorted but still followed her into the en suite and even ran the bathwater. She handed him the bottle. “Exotic Retreat,” he said, reading the label. “With coconut milk, papaya, and ylang-ylang.” With a sad shake of his head, he added the golden contents to the running water. “Shit, I’m gonna end up smelling like some girly spa!”

  “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. It’ll be relaxing. Just what we need.” She took two large towels from the rack and placed them and a washcloth on the closed toilet seat.

  “How hot do you want it?”

  “Hot-tub hot.” Darcy undressed while Matt added sufficient cold water. Then, after testing the temperature and finding it just right, she stepped in and sunk down into the scented, bubbly froth. She relaxed back against the smooth porcelain surface and toed the faucets.

  Still clothed, Matt stood at the side of the tub, grimacing. “Come on. Get in. The bubbles won’t bite.” His frown still in place, he planted his hands on his hips in defiance. The bracelet of his silver Omega watch glinted in the spotlights above. “Is your watch—”

  “Water-resistant,” he finished. “To a depth of three hundred meters.”

  He was stalling. “Get in,” she ordered.

  With a resigned sigh, he then peeled his clothes off and got in the other end of the bath. The moment he sat down, though, his legs apart and on either side of hers, he breathed out a long, blissful groan, and the frown melted away. “Okay, Darcy, I agree,” he murmured after a moment’s silence. “This is relaxing. But why do I get the plug and tap end?”

  “’Cause I got in first.” She laughed at his snort and reached for the washcloth. She swirled it around in the water and then sat up and applied it to Matt’s chest. The rivulets running down his smooth, tanned flesh were mighty tempting. Just one lick…No! She gathered her resolve. Riding Matt in the bath would be awesome, but not the cleaning of the floor afterward. Her days of mopping floors were well and truly over.

  He looked at her for one long moment, as if contemplating, before a roguish grin lit up his handsome features. “What’s this? You scrub my back and I scrub yours?”

  She loved that he didn’t take her for g
ranted. “Mmm, do you mind?”

  “Nope. Not when it means that I get to wash your sweet tits and juicy pussy.”

  Bolts of heat zapped straight to those specific areas when he leaned in and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. She opened her mouth and his tongue dove in and dueled with hers. His hands went to her hips, and he went to shift her onto his lap, but she drew back, shaking her head. “Uh-huh. It’s wash time, not fuck time. Plenty of time for that later.”

  Almost immediately, he seemed to shrink away from her. He wouldn’t look her in the eye and instead studied his hands. Darcy frowned. Surely Matt wasn’t aggrieved because she’d said no? Yes, neither the relationship word nor even the exclusive “I love you” had been mentioned, but she’d thought what they had together was built on more than just sex. He had put his life on the line to protect her, after all. That action alone showed that he cared. Or did he only care about when their next fuck would be?

  Daniel had told her Matt was supposedly a “fuck-’em-and-forget-’em” type of guy. So, was he getting ready to say good-bye? No, Matt cares, you dumb-butt! She berated herself further and brushed aside the notion he was leaving. Even so, her frown deepened. Still studying his hands, he was now taking a keen interest in his fingernails. “Matt?”

  “Don’t s’pose you’ve got a nail brush?” he mumbled.

  “No. Why?”

  “I swear I’ve got Mark’s blood under my nails. But no matter how many times I wash my hands, I can’t get rid of it.”

  Matt lifted his head and stared unseeing at something over her right shoulder. He didn’t want to show it, but Darcy knew he was hurting. She’d seen the same pain in the restroom on the ICU floor of the hospital. Obviously the events of the day still weighed heavily on his shoulders. But if it was guilt, then it was misplaced. He had nothing to feel guilty for.

  “Matt, don’t feel guilty. You did your job.”

  “I know, but Mark…”

  Raven’s name came out on a choke. She dropped the washcloth. Matt’s expression sobered further as she moved into his lap and circled her arms around his shoulders. His muscles felt tense under her fingertips. His anguish was so tangible she could actually wrap it around her wrists as if it were an iron chain. Her heart cried out for him. He needed comfort, so she pressed and rotated her thumbs over his smooth, bronzed flesh, working his muscles and unknotting the tension.