“It’s fine. I’m actually having fun just driving around with you, if that’s okay?” she says shyly. “Besides, the bride wasn’t exactly into the night.”
I shrug, because it’s more than fine with me if she hangs out in my car all night. I shake my head again, still in shock. I don’t think I’ll ever get past the fact that it’s Kayla Devlin.
“I can’t believe it’s you,” I murmur.
“I know, crazy huh?” she says with a giggle. She winces and glances at me. “I haven’t even said sorry about the whole handcuffing you and mistaking you for a stripper thing, yet, have I? I’m so embarrassed. How could I think that? Not that you wouldn’t make a good stripper,” she adds, her cheeks coloring.
“Really, because I’m pretty sure you told me I needed more practice,” I remind her, laughing. She bites her lip and winces again. “But I must admit, I kinda like hearing you say that, so it’s all good,” I say.
“You’re welcome,” she replies, smiling.
“So, why were you in Dublin tonight?” I ask her. “I think I heard a rumor somewhere down the line that you’d moved over to the States?” I have no idea where or how I’d even picked up that bit of information.
“I did. I mean, I have,” she replies. “I’m only back for the week to go to a wedding,” she explains.
“Oh, whose wedding?” I ask with interest.
“Rory Maguire?”
“Ah, right. From what I’ve heard, he’s done well for himself,” I muse.
“He sure has,” she says with a nod.
“So, what do you do over in the US?” I ask her.
“I’m studying,” she says. Her demeanor has changed again as she closes herself off. “Fashion design,” she reluctantly adds. She glances over at me. “So, why did you become a cop?” she asks.
I shrug. “I’m not sure, actually. I kind of fell into it.”
It’s the truth, but I really do love it. My uncle was a cop and at the time, I’d just finished secondary school and didn’t know what I wanted to do. He suggested trying out for the force. I figured that it would do me for a year or two, until I worked out what I really wanted to do with my life, but now I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
I glance at her. “Hey, are you hungry?”
She nods enthusiastically. “I’m starving.”
We stop and get some fries from a late-night truck, then we park down by the lake to eat them. We sit on the bonnet of the car. I have one ear on her and the other listening for a call out. I’ve been lucky tonight with the lack of action. Which is good, because there’s plenty of that happening right in front of me. And if I play my cards right, who knows? There might be more.
I glance at her as she eats, still shocked that this is the same girl who used to boss me around when I was ten years old. She had such an attitude back then and from what I can gather now, not much has changed.
“So, you kind of disappeared after we all left primary school,” she says with a frown.
I nod, trying to get the timeline right in my mind.
“Right. Dad moved over to London after he and Mum split up and he took me with him. It all happened so quick, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to any of my friends.”
“So, how long have you been back?” she asks.
“A long time,” I say. “Mum moved me back half way through secondary school. She lived in the middle of Dublin, though, so she could be close to work.” I glance at her. “You know, I was smitten with you all the way through primary school,” I say with a grin. She giggles, and although the light is dim, I swear I see her cheeks flushing.
I can’t believe I just admitted that to her.
“Really?” she asks, her eyes sparkling as she smiles at me.
I nod. “I’m pretty sure I wrote you a few love letters and all, and I so wanted to kiss you,” I add, staring at her. Not much has changed, either. That desire is still strong. Hell, maybe it’s even stronger. She stares at me, her eyes piercing mine. My heart pounds as she presses her lips together and smiles at me.
“So, what’s stopping you now?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Nothing, I guess.”
Although I’m still on duty, I can’t resist the invitation and lean in closer, pressing my lips against hers. She sighs as we kiss, her mouth pressing urgently against mine as I curve my hand around the back of her neck. I love the feel of her soft skin against my fingers and shift closer to her. As my lips roam over hers, I feel my cock straining in my pants.
And then a call comes in over the radio. I groan in disappointment and gently break the kiss, cursing as I reach for my radio and acknowledge I’ve received the message. Kayla struggles to smother her giggles while I’m talking.
“Looks like we’ll have to continue this later,” I say with a smile.
“Oh really?” she says, grinning.
I nod. “I have a fight to break up.”
Chapter Four
Kayla
It’s almost dawn and I can’t stop thinking about that kiss.
I’m still sitting in the front seat of his patrol car, where I’ve been all night. After Conor broke up the fight, we were immediately called to handle a domestic disturbance, and then an attempted burglary. While I imagined that kiss had probably been pushed into the background for Conor while he did his job, it was still very front and center in my mind.
Was he thinking about it too?
I stifle a yawn and glance up at the sky, where the sun is just starting to break through the clouds. It’s impressive to witness, but I’m so tired I can barely focus on it. On one hand, I have no idea how I’m still awake, and on the other, I’m enjoying his company so much that I’m not ready for this to end.
“So…it’s just about my knock off time,” he says. He glances at me, a small smile on his lips. “How about we grab some breakfast?” he suggests.
I smile. “Sure. They do a nice breakfast where I’m staying, back at the hotel?” I squeak. I didn’t know that was true—or if they offer breakfast at all, I just wanted to get him back there. I’m not sure if he reads the intentions behind my suggestion or not, but my heart pounds all the same. Something flashes in his eyes, but I’m not sure how to read it.
“Sure,” he grins. “That sounds good.”
He drives me back to the hotel to drop me off, before going back to the station to sign off his shift, take a shower and change. When I see the hotel not only offers breakfast, but they also claim it to be the best in Dublin, my stomach rumbles and I rush up to my room, relieved I can take a shower too. With my hair dry and fresh makeup applied, I walk into the restaurant to organize us a table and sit down to wait for him. My appetite has gone since suggesting we come here. Right now, all I want to do is run and hide. What if I’m reading this all wrong? I squeeze my eyes shut.
Stop overthinking things.
“Is everything okay?” I look up and see him standing there. I smile as he sits down.
“Yes, of course. It’s fine,” I say. My heart races as I form the question on my lips and try and force it out. “Do you want to come back up to my room?” I feel sick, waiting for his answer and then he smiles.
“Sure,” he murmurs. “I wasn’t all that hungry anyway.”
The elevator opens on my floor. My heart thumps in my chest as I take his hand and walk out, leading him down to my room. I reach into the pocket of my dress for my key, my hands shaking so much that I nearly drop it. Conor chuckles and leans against the wall, watching me fumbling nervously with it as I swipe it across the lock. I give him a playful scowl as it unlocks, then take his hand and lead him inside.
He closes the door behind him, then wraps his arms around my waist from behind and softly kisses my shoulder, trailing his lips along to my neck. I close my eyes in pleasure as goosebumps pop up all over my body, and a delicious warmth stirs in my panties.
He moves his hands to my back, slowly lowering the zipper on my dress. I shiver as he slides it down, sensuo
usly, over my hips and it pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in just my underwear. I’m so turned on by his touch, I can feel my pussy is already wet, and my heart races when he smiles at me, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. He snakes one arm over my hip, grabbing my arse with that hand as he leans forward and kisses my neck. He traces the fingers of his other hand up my back and fumbles with my bra for what seems like minutes.
“Having a little trouble there, Conor?” I eventually ask, trying not to giggle at the situation. It’s our first time together. Heck, it’s our first anything together, not counting when we played as kids, and maybe he’s as nervous as I am. I don’t want to make the poor guy feel inadequate, and when he bursts out laughing, I’m thankful he’s taken my comment as a joke, and not a slight on his lover skills.
“Um, yeah. Seem to be,” he says. “I think I must be a little out of practice. It’s been a while, so it has, but I’ve always prided myself on being able to unclasp a woman’s bra with one hand. Hope I haven’t ruined the moment?” he asks, sheepishly.
I giggle, then gently push him away. I look up at him and our eyes meet. His are sparkling down at me in the light of the room and his cheeks are flushed. God, he looks so cute when he’s embarrassed.
Our eyes never leave each other’s as, slowly, I raise my hands to my breasts. I beam a big smile at him as, in two seconds flat, I undo the front clasp of my bra and just stand there, holding each end of the strap together at my cleavage for maximum tease effect.
“Oh, jeez, Kayla!” he exclaims, laughing, and running one hand nervously through his hair. He looks around the room, anywhere but me, shuffling from one foot to the other like a little boy. “Why didn’t you tell me, lass, instead of leaving me fumbling like a teenager on his first date? I feel like such an eejit.”
“What?” I ask, incredulously. “Why would I do that, and spoil my fun? No way, boy. That was just hilarious watching you struggle and get all flustered.”
“You’re the devil in disguise, so you are, Kayla Devlin,” he says, looking back at me and chuckling as he shakes his head.
“Maybe I am,” I reply, cocking my head to one side. Fluttering my eyelashes at him, I open my hands, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He looks down at them, his eyes widening as I slide my bra over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes roam from my bare breasts to my soaking panties.
“You want to fuck this she-devil?” I ask, grabbing both his hands and placing them on my breasts. He stares down at me and growls like a wild animal. He sweeps his thumbs gently back and forth over my erect nipples, sending electric shivers through my body. Now, my pussy aches for attention.
While cupping my breast and stroking my nipple with one hand, his fingers on the other trail down over my stomach. I moan and pant as they brush delicately over my wet panties and past by entrance. I close my eyes, reveling in the pleasure as he tenderly teases me. Then he stops and moves his hand under my chin. Gently, he tilts my face up to his and presses his lips against mine. Our kisses become more urgent.
I grab at his belt, unbuckling it, then unzip his pants and yank them, and his shorts, over his hips. Finally, I wrap my fingers around his stiff cock. It feels so big in my hand as I rub the sticky pre-cum with my palm slowly along the length of his shaft. It makes him groan and kiss me even harder.
He moves his hands, one grabbing my arse, roughly pulling me to him, while the other snakes back down and strokes my pussy through my panties again. His fingers expertly pulse pressure against my clit, making me moan, and my knees weak each time. Fuck, he knows how to please a woman. I want him inside me so bad, I could scream.
I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers into his dark hair as he continues to tease me. I part my legs a little more, thrusting against his hand as he runs his fingers over the outside of my panties. The dragging of his nails is almost enough to make me come. I’m gasping, my knees buckling as I struggle to stand upright. If it wasn’t for his strong hand grabbing my arse, I would have fallen.
He senses it and nudges me back onto the bed before yanking off the rest of his clothes. The sound of his shoes hitting the furniture makes me giggle as he throws them off without taking his hungry eyes off me. That look makes me want this, want him, even more.
Masterfully, he spreads my legs and kneels on the floor in front of me. I feel so exposed to his gaze, but also, so excited at what’s to come. I don’t have to wait long. I gasp and roll my eyes as he slides my panties aside and runs the flat of his tongue over my lips. I moan, my body stiffening then going limp again.
“God, you taste so good. Do you like that?” he asks, with a knowing smile, looking me in the eye.
I can only nod. No words, I’m incapable of speaking. He tucks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and rolls them down my thighs, tossing them nonchalantly, high over his shoulder when he gets them past my feet. I laugh out loud, my body shaking uncontrollably when they land, draping themselves unceremoniously onto a lampshade behind him.
He turns to look at what I’m laughing at, then shrugs his shoulders and says, “Ah, well. I knew I shouldn’t have given up basketball. Harlem Globetrotters, eat your heart out.”
Before I’ve even stopped giggling, he presses his face against my pussy. He sucks my lips, then slides his hot tongue inside me, making me gasp and arch my back off the bed with every stroke. I whimper, and nearly lose it when he sucks my clit.
“Oh God!” I manage to pant out. Then he circles and flicks it with the tip of his tongue, over and over. I grab the sheets beneath me, a warmth growing inside me with every movement.
“Fuck,” I groan in pleasure. Breathing heavily, I lift my arse off the bed as I thrust my pussy hard against his face. I stroke my breasts and pull at my stiff nipples as he continues to suck and lick me. When I feel a thick finger slide inside me, curling upward and stroking my G-spot, I know I am gone.
I grab his head, pulling him hard against my wet pussy as my climax builds to a crescendo. Gasping, trembling, I let out a scream as I come hard. My fingers grab handfuls of his hair as I buck against his face. My orgasm rushes through me like electricity. I’ve never felt it so strong with any man before. It feels like sparks are shooting out of my fingers and toes. It’s beyond wonderful.
“Holy shite, that was amazing,” I murmur, unable to move as my climax slowly subsides and my trembling muscles start to relax. I open my eyes, my head still swimming with endorphins, and just stare at the ceiling for a few seconds. I’m reveling in the ecstasy of it all, when I notice a hand waving at me out of the corner of my eye. I look down at Conor and suddenly realize I still have my fists balled in his hair. I was still holding him tight against my throbbing, wet pussy. I still had his head clamped in a vice-like grip between my thighs from when I came on him.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Conor! Are you ok?” I say, bursting out into a fit of giggles as I open my legs, and release my death grip on his hair.
“Can’t…breathe…” he gasps, pretending he’s been suffocating, which makes me laugh even harder. Even more so when he oscillates his jaw. Then he puts his hands on either side of his face and tilts his head from side to side, as if he’s checking for broken bones. My stomach is actually starting to ache from laughing so much.
“Yeah, hilarious,” he says as I sit up and shuffle to the edge of the bed. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing his neck while he catches his breath.
“I really am sorry,” I say, still giggling uncontrollably. “It’s just that, what you were doing was so wonderful. I got totally lost in the moment.”
“Jesus Christ, Kayla,” he says. “Some orgasm, huh? I thought you were going to crack my head like a walnut between those sweet thighs of yours, so I did. But I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says, with a smug smile.
“Oh, I did,” I reply. “Could you tell?”
“Oh yeah. I could tell…and probably everyone else in this hotel, too.” He grins.
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br /> “What?” I say, confused.
“Yeah, quite the screamer, so you are,” he says. “I’m going to be fierce proud when people see me walk out of here, lass, I can tell you. Only, would you mind mentioning my name next time? It’ll be good for my ego.”
Suddenly, I feel my face burning like a furnace at the thought of other people in the hotel hearing me come. My eyes widen, and I slap him hard on his arm, then cover my face with my hands at the embarrassment of it all.
“Ah, I’m only jesting with you,” he says, gently peeling my hands away and holding them in his. “It was probably only the rooms either side of us that heard you,” he continues, chuckling to himself.
We look at each other and laugh. After what I’ve been through back in L.A., it’s so good to laugh. Right now, I actually feel happy, and I haven’t felt happy in a long time. I’m so glad he’s here with me. I take his face in my hands and kiss him softly on the lips, our tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I can taste myself on him and it’s so amazingly sexy. I want more of him.
I feel him moving, and without breaking the kiss, I open one eye and watch. He fumbles around on the floor beside him for his pants. He dives his hand into a pocket when he finds them and pulls out a condom. I’m so excited at the thought of, finally, having him inside me, feeling his skin against mine. I kiss him harder as he tears open the foil behind my back.
“Let me,” I whisper, looking into his eyes as he brings it around between us. He just smiles as I take it from between his fingers. As he stands, my eyes widen as his thick cock comes closer into view. It’s glistening with pre-cum and I want to taste him. I open my mouth, sliding my lips slowly over the bulbous tip, then lick. He groans, and his legs almost buckle under him.
“Jesus,” he growls, panting as I continue to suck him, feeling his cock pulsing in my mouth.
With one final lick of my tongue around the tip, I lean back and say with a smile, “He’s not going to help you now.” I roll the condom along his length, smoothing it to the base of his cock. Perhaps, taking a little longer than necessary with both hands.
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