He was fast. He stepped back and undid his cuffs, yanked the shirt over his head. Had the equipment belt unbuckled and on the counter. His vest and T-shirt followed. His pants and briefs he pushed down his legs as he towed off his boots. Then he was there, standing before her, naked. One very well-endowed naked male. One very highly excited male. His shaft was long and thick and ready.
She nearly fainted.
Instead, she reached out to him, and watched this Adonis walk into her arms. He pushed the robe off her shoulders, then tugged the loose, soft tank top over her head, pushed down the oversized PJ pants and the panties she had on underneath. She stepped out of the slip-ons. Now she was naked, too.
She was warm. Pressed into him shoulder to heel. His erection rested on her soft abdomen. Hard. Beautiful. She could stay in his embrace forever. Well, no. She wanted more than just his embrace. The sight of his cock had her thighs trembling.
His lips took hers again and this time she could reach up and put her arms around him. Suck his tongue. Promise what she’d do to his glorious cock. Rub her nipples across that hairy chest. She loved a man with chest hair.
He stopped the kiss, lifted her up in his arms, and carried her back upstairs.
She hung on. Nibbled on his neck and ear lobe. He reached the bedroom and set her down. Activated the security alarm. Dragged her over to the bed and pushed her down on it.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
She did. He pulled her around until her head hung off the edge of the bed. Firm and gentle. He acted like she would never resist. Like he could do anything with her. To her.
He was right.
He could.
His cock was above her. She felt herself gush with excitement. Reached up, guided the head of his cock to her mouth. Licked the moisture from the tip, felt him press forward just a little. She tugged him closer as she opened her mouth, took the crown inside, and sucked gently. She’d never used this position. It was interesting.
Annie was fully exposed. He could see and touch her anyway he wanted. Nothing held back. Trust. She realized that she had given him her trust.
Annie hadn’t given her trust to anyone since her first attempt at marriage to a man who had been incompetent in the bedroom. Violent. Uncaring. She hadn’t rushed into marriage. She had married after a four-year engagement. Looking back, she had seen signs that as a young woman she had not understood. She never let go again. Not until now. This moment. This beautiful cock in her mouth. This beautiful man moaning to her rhythm.
She heard his inhale when she gently sucked on him, felt his hands hit the mattress as he leaned over her. He was letting her set the pace. Trust. He let her see that he trusted her.
No longer perfect strangers.
Annie let her head fall back so there was a straight path down her throat, let her throat relax, and sucked him in deeper. Licking him. Teasing him. Sucking him. Listening to the moans. Feeling the vibrations as he began to tremble.
Beautiful. He was simply beautiful. He began moving, just a little, in rhythm to his moans, in and out, in deeper and then out a little. He was moving as deep as she would let him. She was trying to take him in farther than she had ever done with anyone, not that she had much experience. Head back. That was new. She had read that somewhere.
She was reveling in the power she had. So she sucked him harder and heard his cry.
“That’s it. Deeper. Take me deeper. Oh Lord. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
His legs were shaking. She pushed him back out. Heard his gasp as she pulled his balls closer and sucked one into her mouth. She did the same to the other one and held them both in her hand, rolling them about while she took hold of his cock and drew it back deep into her mouth.
He flinched, gasped, and moaned again. “Oh God, you are good.”
This time, she sucked him in deep and maintained the suction. Let go of his balls, and began fisting his cock at the root.
He came, hard and fast, and she swallowed him, licking him between bursts.
Finished, he stepped back from her. Without a word. He was breathing hard. Looking at her, splayed across the bed. Flushed. She could feel the heat. Felt how open and needy she was. Her legs were open, spread apart, literally issuing an invitation.
She was panting as hard as he was.
She wanted him inside her.
Now!
Chapter Eight
Ivan looked at the woman who had just given him one helluva blowjob, the best he’d ever had. Who the hell knew?
He knew what she wanted. He walked around the bed, grasped her ankles, pulled her up so her head was on the mattress, held her legs open and feasted on the sight of her glistening folds. He could feel his cocky, satisfied grin nearly crack his face.
She had a beautiful smile on her flushed face. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked it. Nearly made him let go again. She was teasing him. And she wasn’t. Her body said it all. She wanted him. All of him.
He wasn’t ready to do what she brazenly wanted at the moment. He had something else in mind.
Ivan slid his hands up her legs to her knees, pushed them up and wide open. He wanted everything she was offering. Everything. She rolled her stomach belly-dancer style. He was going to have a heart attack. He just knew it. She put her wet finger on her clit. Rubbed it.
Oh Hell, yes.
He kneeled down on the floor, put his lips on her, right above her swollen clit. He lifted the hood back and exposed his target, and set about sucking her to orgasm. One hand was busy fingering her, spreading her open. She kept her legs spread as he had placed them. Let him do whatever he wanted.
Trust.
She was giving him her trust. It was a precious gesture. They were strangers. And not.
He was honored by that simple gesture.
He was incredibly turned on by that gesture.
He listened to her reactions, increased his tempo, and soon had her thrashing under his lips and his hands. She was gushing. Panting. Fisting the sheets. She was a hard come but he kept upping the tempo, slowly, until at last she was trying to pull away. She was fearful of the intensity he knew was about to hit. He didn’t let her try to stop what was going to happen. She was coming. He insisted.
Sure enough, she screamed, as her body exploded and clamped down hard on his fingers. A steady, hard pulsing. Beautiful. He wanted that muscle wrapped around his cock.
He kept up the in and out slide with his fingers, three of them now, drew that orgasm out as long as possible until she lay there, gasping, no further ripples.
He pushed her back up on the mattress and leaned forward, placing his cock at her entrance. She was drenched. He could slide right in. He waited. Gave her a moment to see what he was doing.
Annie reached up and grabbed his hips, pulled him in, all the way to his balls. Wrapped her legs around him, tipping her hips up, more accessible, allowing him to make it in a little bit more. He could feel the remnants of her orgasm clutching faintly at his shaft.
Her hands tugged at his head, pulling him down for her kiss, his mouth covered in her fluids, her mouth tasting of his. He let his tongue sink in, felt her suck on it, and he teased her, sliding his tongue in and out, as if he was fucking her. Soon enough, he was copying the movement of his tongue with the in and out plunge of his cock. Almost all the way out, then deep in. He had her panting again. He was panting again. She responded to everything he did. Every touch. It excited him even more.
He kept thrusting faster until he knew he was about to come, his body taking control, responding when she squeezed those inner muscles as he pulled out. She released as he stroked inside her, and clamped him again.
He caught on to what she was doing. She was controlling her inner muscles. Enhancing his pleasure. Incredible. He let go of all control, unable to stop exploding into her, and she responded by coming herself, bucking off the mattresses and groaning.
He held still as long as he could, letting her rhythmically pulse and squeeze him, wringing him dry until his f
laccid cock could not stand against the pulsing of the last of her orgasm.
Exhausted, he finally rolled to the side and cuddled her into him.
There were no words.
He had found a woman he had no intension of ever letting go. He was at peace. He had found home.
Holy moly, Superman.
He had found his kryptonite.
Chapter Nine
They couldn’t stay there, basking in the afterglow. Annie knew that she had to go in and make a statement. Crap! But first, she wanted a hot shower. Needed to carefully pick out her wardrobe. Needed to find out if an attorney was required. What did Ivan mean earlier when he said he had contacted someone?
She slithered off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wrapped up in it. It was one of her many super-sized beach towels. She liked a lot of towel.
“I need a shower,” she said.
“You need the bandage wrapped in plastic. It needs to be changed. You did this?” He scowled at her pathetic bandage.
“I need coffee. And food. Protein. Eggs. Meat. Cheese.” She was starving.
“Sounds like Mickey D to me. Breakfast all day.”
“That’s a long ride. Well, not too long.”
“Halfway to the 805.”
She stomped toward the master bath. “Are we talking food?”
“You are.” His voice was closer. He was right behind her.
She dropped the towel. “Enjoying the view?” Cellulite and all? She mentally added the last part. She didn’t feel the need to point that problem out.
While turning on the shower, and waiting for the hot water to find its way from the tankless unit two levels down and out in the garage, she was not too surprised that he had showed up in the tiny bathroom with her. His warm hands cupped her backside. She shivered. He was a damn mind reader.
She stepped into the warm water, and he climbed in behind her.
“There isn’t room,” she sputtered.
“There isn’t time,” he answered. “We can do this faster together.”
He held a washcloth and had found her stash of soap bars. Every scent she had was in a dish, and a few had cream in them. “We can skip the candles, and the Jacuzzi tub. Nice shower head.”
“I insist on a nice shower,” she muttered. “A nice, hot shower. Six minutes. Every other day.” There was logic in there somewhere. The drought affected so many things.
He handed her another washcloth from the pile that was on the sink, located in the bedroom proper. She gave in and soaped it up. Then she started in on him, neck and chest before he could get the jump on her. Before they were done, they were each covered head to toe in lather, giggling like a pair of two year olds in a wading pool.
Rinsing off was easy since the shower had a big rain head and a switch for a hand-held unit. Stepping out, Annie grabbed her towel and wrapped up to her nose.
“I’m cold. I need coffee,” she said and turned to fetch her bra and panties, and for once didn’t have to spend twenty minutes searching.
He had dried off, which she had avidly watched especially when he took such care to be dry in that area in which she had decided she now had so much interest. He wrapped up and headed downstairs to find his clothing, leaving her free to drop her towel and make whatever ablutions necessary.
Considerate. He must have guessed she was out of practice getting dressed in front of anyone. She had never been comfortable. When she was married, she had taken great pains to get dressed in the bathroom with the door shut. Trust. It and issue of trust. She thought about it for a moment and realized that she trusted Ivan. It wasn’t the uniform that made her comfortable. It was the man.
Annie made it into the bra and panties, found her trouser socks, stepped into a pair of dark gray leggings, and a tunic top in the same color layered over two tank tops, white and black, the black with a shark bite hem, the white with the reverse. The tank tops played peekaboo with the tunic hem.
Annie added light make up, and brushed, blew out, and sprayed her dampened hair into submission. Stepping into black slip-ons, her current footwear fashion, she added earrings and some chains. Slipped a fancy ruffled vest over the top of the tanks. Grabbed the jacket to go over everything.
Camo in place. Done.
She hurried downstairs. Coffee. Food. A high-fat high-sugar snack had calories but no sustenance. She wanted eggs, plural, with cheese, and a bit of sausage or something on the side. Who knew when she’d have a chance to eat. Would she be interrogated? For how long?
She smelled coffee again. How? Her coffee pot was put away.
“Troy,” she said as soon as she saw him. There he was, carrying three coffees, one loudly proclaimed to be decaf, and six Mickey D Egg McMuffins with sausage and their version of cheese. Junk food with a capital J, and she loved it.
Troy sputtered into his coffee. “Damn. How do you do that? Tell us apart, I mean.”
Annie looked around for Ivan.
“He’s checking on his cruiser. A couple cars on the street had their windows broken.”
“And, you just magically appear?”
“He texted me. I assume you were hungry.”
“Actually, I need to put on a new bandage.” She held up her arm. “The hospital sent me home with supplies.” She’d have to slip off the vest and tunic. Not a problem. Just not yet.
“I am trained. Almost as good as an EMT. I can handle a bandage.” Tory informed her.
“Should I make book that Ivan is also almost as good as an EMT?” She found herself amused at the interagency rivalry.
“Of course. We have special training for casualty, for cases when the real medicos can’t get to an injured officer. Cuts the casualty rate. He may be good, but I am better.” He looked so much like Ivan that she was swayed to believe him. Not quite. She let her face register her response and went to open the garage door roll-up and check on the front of her house. Egging houses was a pastime with the children in the neighborhood who were going through their stupid years.
Ivan was out there, checking on his ride as Troy had said. It appeared to be untouched.
“They would have come out at midnight. Early morning hours. Your car is safe in the daytime. Did you really need to text him?” she asked.
“He texted me. He came of his own free will.”
“Did you guys swap out on dates? I mean, play that game with girls?” She trailed her fingers over the hood of the cruiser in an effort to be nonchalant about her question, when in fact she was dying to know.
“Yes. When we were young idiots,” he replied, being equally casual.
“And, did it turn out well?” she asked, drawling that sentence out. She sounded like a mother interrogating a naughty child. Well, he deserved it.
“Not usually. For a time yes, but then she’d suss it out and all hell would break loose.”
“I’m sure.” She was trying not to overreact. Really trying.
“We never, ever do it when on the job. We are in cruisers and in uniform, so...” He shrugged. “Besides, you can tell us apart. Somehow.”
“Just remember that little fact. So I don’t need to break out the rusty knife and castrate you sometime in the future.” She added a grin for effect.
“That’s a threat. Against a police officer, too. I may have to put you in cuffs for that.” His words did not go with the wicked grin that was plastered on his handsome face. Or with the laugh lines crinkled at the sides of his beautiful eyes.
“No. Not a threat. That’s a promise. I would be delighted to put you in cuffs. I have my own.”
“Harsh,” he replied, unfazed.
“Damn straight.” She stomped back into the house before the pollen could make her sneeze. She hadn’t taken her allergy meds yet. She also wanted to hide her reaction to the wild idea of handcuffing all that male testosterone and having her wicked way with him. She sought distraction before she embarrassed herself. And there was Troy. Her stomach flipped over.
“Okay, Troy, how do I take my coffee?” sh
e asked, hoping her current state of arousal was hidden.
“Decaf and with sweetener. I brought some with me. Not sure how many packets.”
“Very good.” She also didn’t tell him how many. Ivan knew. She fetched her vitamin bin, a custard cup, counted out all the pills including the other half of the pain pill. Her arm was killing her. Small wonder. Look at what she had just done for heaven’s sakes! Gymnastics with a stranger.
Good grief, girl. What were you thinking? More important, what will you do next?
Because the sexual tension in the room was as amped up as it had been with Ivan. Oh crackers. It had to be the pain pills. She snuck another peek at Troy. Same broad shoulders. Same beautiful ass. Same handsome face. Same blue eyes. She would bet his cock matched his twin’s as well and all of a sudden she felt the gush into her panties. Thank the Lord for panty liners.
Disgruntled, she gulped the pills down, drank half of the cooling decaf and reached for an egg sandwich.
“Your bandage is leaking,” Ivan said, stepping into the kitchen. He went to the sideboard, lifted her purse, and presented the bandage package as untouched as he evidently suspected. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. Well, she had her own bandages. She had changed it every day. Just not today. Besides, she didn’t normally have a man in the shower getting it wet when she showered.
“You as good as Troy here says he is?” she asked.
“Better,” Ivan answered, with a scowl for Troy who had turned away and started on his own egg sandwich. Acting all innocent. Oh Lord, have mercy.
She took off the vest and pulled the tunic over her head. The tank tops could stay in place. Troy watched her from across the room.
In a motion that proclaimed he had done this sort of thing many times before, Ivan had cut the wet bandage off. Used a gauze pad, he patted the stitches dry, making her wince. Checked that they were still in place. They would dissolve and some looked to be moving nicely in that direction.
He had to check. She knew that. Look what they had been doing. Who else but he knew? She snuck a peek back at Troy. She would bet bottom dollar that Troy knew perfectly well what the hell they had been doing upstairs. Now why did that make her feel all hot and sexy?
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