by T. R. Cupak
“Do it, come on my cock,” he encouraged as he continued pumping into her. He moved his hand down to her clit and circled it with two fingers. It was too much to handle at once. Lauren exploded. She threw her head back into the pillows and closed her eyes. She saw more than stars. She saw galaxies.
Dillon stilled while Lauren’s orgasm rolled through her body.
“Jesus, baby. Your pussy has a vice grip on my dick,” he said, clearly having issues with holding his own orgasm at bay. She opened her eyes and smiled and gave him another squeeze, this one not of the involuntary nature. “Fuckkkkkkkk,” he groaned before he abruptly pulled out.
“What?” she asked, but before he could answer, she was being flipped onto her stomach, her hips hauled up, and Dillon was pushing back inside of her from behind.
“Holy shit,” she gasped in surprise.
Whack! Dillon pulled out and then smacked her ass hard before plunging back in.
“Oh my god!” Lauren shouted, probably too loud. But at this very moment, she didn’t give a fuck if Cole had come back home. He spanked her other cheek and continued to pummel her pussy from the back, his hips ramming into hers, his balls slapping between her legs.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful and perfect and…oh fuck, baby. Can you come again?” he asked. He didn’t need to ask because Lauren was already there. She’d never had a problem having multiple orgasms, but she couldn’t remember ever having three—or was it four?—in one sex session. Fuck.
“Already coming,” she said, through gritted teeth, her face in the pillows.
“Yes, fuck yes. I’m gonna come,” he said as he pulled out of her. She heard a snap of the condom and the tell-tale sound of a man jerking off and then she heard his groan. It was animalistic and sexy and she closed her eyes and absorbed the single most erotic moment of her life.
And then she felt it. Warm fluid spattered her ass cheeks.
She heard another grunt behind her as Dillon pushed through his orgasm. Her only regret with having sex this way was that she hadn’t seen his face when he came. Maybe next time.
No. There wouldn’t be a next time. There couldn’t be a next time. Lauren needed to wash her ass off and get the fuck out of there and back to fire camp. Shit. She was grateful her face was in a pile of pillows, because the lump in her throat at the thought of never seeing Dillon again was killing her.
Chapter Seven
Sex with Lauren was unlike any sex he’d ever had. And Dillon was not a stranger to sex. He was well – very well – acquainted. But that right there? That was amazing. He stared at the red hand prints on her ass that were splattered with his seed. He had a strange need to swipe through his come with his fingers and push it up inside of her.
Where the fuck is this coming from?
Dillon didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he was starting to believe there could be something more than just a one night stand here.
He hoped there was something more than a one night stand.
“How about we get in the shower and clean you up, baby,” he suggested, before snagging his t-shirt off the floor and wiping her down. She rolled over and gave him a satisfied smile.
“That was…” she started, her voice trailing off, clearly unable to finish her sentence.
“Yeah. It was fucking amazing,” he agreed, knowing exactly what she was trying to say. “Best sex of my life, honey,” he said as he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a sweet, chaste kiss. It was almost humorous, given how very unchaste they’d been for the past thirty minutes.
“Really?” she asked. “Best of your life?” She sounded like she didn’t believe him and he was worried that maybe it had been the best of his, but not the best of hers.
“Not lying, babe. Don’t tell me if it wasn’t the best of yours. I can’t handle knowing that it wasn’t.”
She giggled. Dillon loved that sound. “It was definitely the best of mine. You don’t have to worry about that.” She gave him a coy smile and his dick stirred. She was going to be the death of him.
“Burned him out of your brain, did I?” he asked.
“Who?” she asked, a smile on her face.
Dillon grinned. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucker doesn’t deserve any of your headspace.”
He paused for a moment and stared into her eyes. He decided he would say exactly what he was thinking. “I wish I could keep you,” he whispered.
Lauren’s eyes went wide in panic and Dillon instantly regretted saying what was on his mind.
“Dillon, I have to go.”
“No. No, you do not. Forget I said that.”
“I can’t forget you said that,” she said, her voice raised. “I have to go before this becomes something other than exactly what it is.”
“Oh yeah? What is this, Lauren?” he asked, raising his voice to match hers, becoming defiant.
“A one night stand.”
Dillon laughed. “That’s all this can be to you? After everything tonight? After that?” He sounded like he couldn’t possibly believe her. And maybe she shouldn’t believe herself either. But this couldn’t be anything more.
“Yes. And that’s all it can be to you, too,” she said. “I have to get back to my team and out to the fire and my head has to be in the game and not caught up pining over a cop in a small town in Montana that I’ll probably never see again.”
Fuck. She was right. This would never be anything more than the best night of sex he’d ever have. And he’d probably spend the rest of his life trying for a repeat. But he knew in his gut that he’d never find this again.
“If one night is all I get, get your ass in the shower. We have a lot more fucking to do.”
“Dillon,” she sighed, “it’s probably better if I just go back to camp. Can you take me or call me a cab?”
“Lauren, no. Don’t worry. We’ll keep this light. I won’t say anything stupid for the rest of the night. Just let me make you feel good. We’ll say goodbye in the morning and you’ll never have to see my ugly mug again.”
He could see the war happening behind her eyes. Instead of letting her think, he pulled her out of bed and into his bathroom, slapping her sticky ass as he pushed her toward the shower. She squealed in response.
“Fine, but you’re washing my ass, Cowboy.”
Dillon smacked her ass again. “That’s a given, whether you asked or not.”
Dillon decided to make the most of it. If one night was all he was going to get with this sexy hotshot, he was going to make it count. Even if it meant his heart would probably break for the first time in the morning.
Chapter Eight
Light streamed into the room and hit Lauren square on the face, causing her to stir. She slowly opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room. It took a second for visions of last night to come flooding back into her memory.
God, last night had been amazing. They’d showered and fucked again. She’d given him a blowjob he’d declared the best head of his life. He’d gone down on her again, probing her ass with his fingers, which was a new experience for Lauren and not at all unwelcome like she’d thought it would be. And then they’d had sex again. She was going to keep calling it that to guard her heart. No, Dillon had not made love to her. It was just fucking. That’s all it was.
Yeah, right, Lauren. He made love to you.
She wasn’t supposed to fall asleep here. Dillon wasn’t supposed to let her fall asleep. But judging from the hard, warm body wrapped around hers and the light snoring she heard in her ear, he’d also fallen asleep.
Lauren looked at her watch. Nine o’clock. Dammit. She needed to get back to fire camp. There was a team meeting right after lunch and if she missed it, everyone would know what she’d been up to last night. Not that she cared what Garrett thought. His pencil dick didn’t hold a candle to Dillon. Now that she’d had sex with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing, Lauren would be forever changed. She would never settle for a man who didn’t take care of her first, who wasn’t absolutel
y concerned with her pleasure in every moment. Dillon taught her that.
Fuck.
She was never going to find a man like him. Last night was the best sex of her life and she’d spend the rest of her life trying to find it again. She knew in her gut she never would.
But she might as well rip off the Band-Aid and move on now. Before the ache in her gut became an ache in her heart and she could never recover.
She pried herself out of Dillon’s grasp and rolled off the bed, examining the carnage of their clothing from last night. Where the fuck did he throw my underwear? She was still searching for her pants when she heard his voice.
“You sneaking out on me, hotshot?”
She smiled. “No. I’d appreciate a ride back to fire camp if you have time for me.”
“All the time in the world wouldn’t be enough for you,” he said.
Shit. “Dillon…” She sighed. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Say you’ll give me your number and we can stay in touch after you leave this fire.” God, he looked so gorgeous laying there in bed, covers to his waist revealing his defined chest. She had the sudden urge to crawl back in bed with him and give his nipples a tongue lashing. Bad idea, Lauren.
“Is that a good idea?” she asked. “We live in different states, Dillon. Even during the off season, how would this work?”
Dillon shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to say goodbye just yet. We’ll just play it by ear. Be friends. Talk like friends talk on the phone. Text like friends text. I don’t know. We don’t have to go full blown relationship, Lauren, geez. Why are you so obsessed with me?” he asked, teasing in a Mean Girls voice.
That made Lauren smile. “Shut up, you’re the one saying shit like you wish you could keep me. You’re obsessed with me.”
Dillon reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into bed. “I might be a little bit obsessed, but I’ll take anything I can get with you at this point, hotshot,” he said on a breath before taking her mouth with his and making Lauren forget that this was just supposed to be a one night stand.
Maybe they could make this into something after all. Someday.
Chapter Nine
The drive back to fire camp was way too short. Dillon wanted another day with Lauren. Another night. She didn’t leave for the Dumpster Fire until tomorrow morning, but apparently she had meetings and other shit to do today. Dillon was on call today, anyway, so it was probably good that he had to drop her off. If he got called in, he’d hate to have to say goodbye so quickly.
He pulled up to the camp, as close as he could anyway, and put his truck in park. He reached over and grabbed Lauren’s hand, pulling her across the bench seat and into his lap.
“Dillon,” she said, her eyes telling him that she was just as inexplicably upset about saying goodbye as he was.
“Shhhh, I know. Text me when you can. We’ll figure it out.”
She nodded in response as Dillon kissed her cheek and ran his nose along the side of hers.
Fuck, how was this happening? Dillon Yates, the Bounty County ladies’ man, was completely smitten by one woman after one night. Not even twenty-four hours after meeting and he only wanted Lauren. But he couldn’t have her. At least not right now.
“Please be careful out there,” he asked of her. He couldn’t bear the thought of her out there with that asshole who had fucked her over in such a dangerous job.
“You’re one to talk. Your job is dangerous, too,” she replied. It was, but he didn’t need to worry her.
“Nah, it’s not so bad. This county is pretty tame.” He winked. But then his phone rang, reminding him that he was on call and Bounty County wasn’t always so tame. “Sorry, babe. I’m on call today. I have to take this,” he explained. She nodded. He continued holding her hand and answered the phone.
“Yates.”
“You asked me to call you if I ever needed your help,” Detective Wesson Campbell’s voice came through the receiver. “Got a dead body, Cowboy. 1515 Jump Creek Road. Meet me there in ten minutes.”
Wesson hung up instead of waiting for Dillon’s response.
He exhaled, feeling the heavy weight of Wesson’s request. This was the moment he’d been waiting for since he first became a cop. Why now, dammit?
“You gotta go?” Lauren asked.
“Yeah. Sorry. Got called in. Big deal. One of the detectives wants my help and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. So as much as I’d rather sit here and snuggle with you until you absolutely have to go, hotshot, I have to say goodbye to you.”
Lauren nodded. Her eyes looked a little glassy. Dillon felt it right in his heart. He could love this girl.
“You’ll text me when you can?” he asked.
She nodded again and threw her arms around his neck.
“I don’t know how this happened, Dillon,” she whispered. “How do I already feel so connected to you?”
“I don’t know, hotshot, but we’re gonna keep riding this until we find out.”
She smiled. He opened his truck door and she slid out.
“Be careful out there, cowboy.”
“You do the same, hotshot.”
Dillon watched Lauren walk away, hoping it wasn’t the last time.
Epilogue
Two Weeks Later...
Two weeks and 250,000 acres later and the South Twenty Dump Fire was out. A few crews were left controlling the hotspots and making sure nothing else sparked and got out of control. But the road blocks were done. No evacuations had been required. Dillon had gotten plenty of overtime and he’d already gotten a fat paycheck. But he wasn’t really excited by the prospect anymore. He certainly wasn’t going to be heading to Billings to find another woman.
Not now.
Not after Lauren.
But Lauren was gone and he hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye again before she hopped back on her crew rig and headed to the next fire. California was burning. It was bad. Homes were lost. People were dying. And Lauren was headed there. They’d been texting every moment she’d been near her cell phone. For a few days her phone had been dead and he’d been worried about her.
When she finally got power and service again, her response to his many, many texts had simply been, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” Dillon had laughed. He knew the answer to that question, but he’d kept his response light. Friendly.
LD: Just got to Mendocino.
DY: Been watching it. It’s getting pretty fucking big.
LD: Dropping in tomorrow. It’s anyone’s guess when I’ll be back at main camp or near my phone. Probably be at a spike camp with no service at all.
Dillon knew that. He couldn’t wait for fire season to be done. But there was still another couple of months before he’d see Lauren again.
DY: Be careful.
LD: Always.
DY: You’re such a badass.
LD: I know.
LD: Dillon?
DY: Lauren?
LD: Nevermind.
DY: Don’t nevermind me.
LD: We aren’t in a relationship, so I have no right to ask you this.
Dillon did not want to have this conversation via text. So he hit dial and called her.
“Oh hey, Dillon,” she said when she answered, her voice a bit shaky, as if she was too shy to speak to him. They’d only been texting since she left Imminence. She likely wasn’t expecting to hear his voice again for a while.
“No.” His preemptive answer was unwavering and final.
“What? What do you mean, no?” she asked, seeking clarification.
“You were gonna ask me question. The answer is no.”
“No?”
“No, I’m not fucking anyone else. I’m waiting for you.”
She paused. For a second Dillon wondered if maybe he’d judged the moment incorrectly. Maybe that wasn’t what she was going to ask.
Way to go, dipshit.
“Okay. Good. Me neither,” she responded and Di
llon pumped his fist. He hadn’t smiled this big in two weeks. He wasn’t in a relationship with her, but they were exclusive. Yeah, it was a weird thing to be excited about, but it seemed like a foundation on which they could build something.
“I could love you, you know,” he said.
Jesus, dude. What do you think you’re doing?
“Dillon,” she whispered. He could hear she was unsure of how to respond and he didn’t want to give her a chance to get skittish and run. So he decided to end the conversation.
“Be safe, hotshot.”
He heard her inhale deeply and exhale sharply. “I always am, cowboy.”
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Maren Lee is a former bartender, current mountain woman, and contemporary romance author. She lives in the tiny mountain town of Atlanta, Idaho with her husband, two dog children, and two weird-ass cats. She loves all things outdoors, reading romance novels, and drinking wine (not necessarily in that order).
Maren began writing on a dare after a bunch of asshole friends told her she couldn’t write a book about hot cops, and thus, the Bounty County Series was born.
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SMALL TOWN BLUE | Kathleen Kelly
Chapter One
The temperature is blistering today, it has been for over a week and a dust storm has put a haze over the whole town. My hay fever is in full swing, complete with scratchy eyes and a nose I can’t breathe through and it’s only nine o’clock in the morning. I’m sitting outside the station in my police car with the air conditioning on, wishing I didn’t have to go to work today.