by Blue Saffire
Chapter 27
Evenly Matched
Kevin
“That was fun,” Dem says as she finishes a glass of water and places it in the sink.
“Aye, it was. I enjoyed all of our time here.”
She tips her head to the side as she looks back at me. I stand across from her with my butt against the kitchen island and my legs crossed at the ankles. We stare at each other as her thoughts race across her face.
“Yeah, I did too. Thanks. This was what I needed to clear my head.”
She looks down as if thinking over her words. In this moment, the wavy bun she’s stacked up on the top of her head makes her look younger, more vulnerable. I narrow my eyes as something dawns on me.
I know what the background check says, but I also know most of that is bullshit. I have no idea how old Dem truly is. I take a second to decide if I want to push for an answer. I’ve been trying my best not to ask her questions.
Fuck it.
“Can I ask ya a question?”
“Uh-oh, must be a serious one,” she teases. “Okay, shoot.”
“How old are ya, love?”
Her eyes round for only a moment before she recovers. She looks away and chews on her lip. I feel a little uneasy for a moment.
“I’m younger than you,” she replies when she looks back at me. “Is that a problem?”
I fold my arms across my chest. It can’t be that much of an age gap. I’m thirty-four.
“How much younger?”
“Five years.”
My brows shoot up. “You’re twenty-nine? Your background check said thirty-three.”
She comes to stand beside me, mirroring my stance. When she meets my eyes, I see a sadness there. I want to kick myself.
“I’ve told you. There’s a lot you don’t know about me. If it’s a problem, I’ll understand. I’ve always liked older guys, but that may not be your thing.”
“No, it’s not.” I smile at her. “I’ve never been into older guys. See, love, we keep learning new things about each other.”
She laughs and swats at my shoulder. My attention is drawn to how gorgeous she is when she laughs. I can’t take my gaze off her.
“What?” She stares at me with that pretty smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
Pushing off the counter, I move to stand in front of her. I place my hands flat on either side of her on the kitchen countertop. I’m silent as I take her in. Her makeup has placed a glow on her face, highlighting her gorgeous features.
She looks like a precious baby doll. Her amber, almond-shaped eyes pop against her darker skin. It’s a contrast that draws attention to her entire face. Her cute nose, those full lips, the dimple in her right cheek.
“If I hadn’t seen you purchase it, I wouldn’t think you had on any makeup other than the glow it’s placed on your face. You’re already flawless without it.” I reach to run a thumb across her bottom lip.
Twenty-nine. I’m a little blown away. She’s so mature for her age. I would have never pegged her for her twenties. Now, looking at her face, I can see it. Heck, thinking she’s twenty-five is generous to be honest. I don’t know why it never occurred to me to ask.
My gaze dances across her face. “You’re perfect, love. Twenty-nine isn’t as old as I thought you were, but I’m too far gone to care now.”
“So, it would have been an issue before?”
“No. I don’t think there’s anything that can keep me from you.”
I let those words hang between us. She searches my eyes, then drops her head to break the connection. Placing two fingers beneath her chin, I lift her gaze back to mine.
“I just want to look at ya for a bit.”
When she suggested we go to town for her to pick up some things for tonight, I didn’t know this would be the result. I’ve been semi-hard all night. When she slipped off to check her phone—which I know is what she went to do—I had reached my breaking point.
I wasn’t the only one that had their eyes on her all night. She may have been oblivious to the stares, but I wasn’t. She had the attention of everyone, male and female.
This dress. I bite my lip to keep from groaning as I let my gaze pass over her. She reaches to palm my jaw.
“You’re not so bad yourself. I love you in a pair of slacks,” she says with a smile.
I’ve wanted to get her out of this dress since she walked out of the bedroom in it before we left for the bar. I hadn’t seen it when she tried it on in the store. She wanted to surprise me tonight.
Aye, I was surprised. I’d never seen her in a dress before. I love that it falls right below her knees. I never knew a dress that covers so much could be so alluring. Her sexy calves and curvy body beneath the fabric have taunted me all night.
Leaning both hands back on the counter, I place my forehead to hers. I close my eyes as I feel her energy course through the connection. I can’t name a time in my life that I’ve felt this way with anyone else.
A grin comes to my lips when she slides her hands across my stomach to my back. Going lower, she squeezes my ass and draws me closer.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I cover her plush lips with mine. I mimic her gesture, palming her full globes. This woman does my head in.
Everything about her entices me to want more. I have to have her. Without a second thought, I band an arm around her waist and lift her from her feet.
We’re moving for the bedroom still connected as we sip from and consume each other. As I cross the threshold into the bedroom, I slap her ass, causing her to yelp. I release a laugh as I place her down onto her feet and steady her.
With a naughty smile, she reaches for my belt. I shake my head and block her reach as I begin to back her toward the four-poster bed. I stop a few steps away from the foot of it.
“What are you up to?” she coos with an amused smile.
“Turn around for me. You will see.”
Her eyes light with anticipation. I note the heave of her full breasts. Without question, she turns before me.
“Good, baby. I’m going to undress you, but you’re not going to move. Nod if you understand me.”
She nods, much to my pleasure. While eyeing the back of her dress for the hidden zipper, I move close and rest my hands on her hips. I frown when I can’t find the fastening.
“Where’s the zipper?”
She laughs sweetly. “It’s pull-over. There’s no zipper.”
No wonder it fits like a glove. I run my hands down her sides, the soft fabric allowing a smooth passage. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I watch her stand before me waiting.
My first thought tells me to lift her and toss her onto bed before us. Then there’s another voice in my head whispering that this will be the last time I have her like this. Open, ready to give her all to me with no questions.
Once we leave here in the morning, everything changes. I know her guard is going to go back up. So I’m going to take advantage of this time we have and savor every single moment.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say against her neck.
As I place soft kisses across her skin, I reach to release her hair from its bun. The dark waves fall around her shoulders. For the millionth time since I realized this isn’t her natural color, I wonder what she would look like with her birth-given locks.
With a hand splayed against her belly, I bring her flush to my growing erection. The moan that slips from her lips brings a smile to mine. I slide my hand lower, bending my knees to reach for the hem of her dress.
I tug it up to her waist, making sure to thrust into her as I straighten once again. With my free arm, I wrap her waist to keep her from tipping over in her sexy heels. Her gasp fills the air. It’s a sound I plan to hear plenty of tonight.
“Don’t move, I’ve got you,” I whisper in her ear. “That’s my girl.”<
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“Kevin,” she whimpers.
“Aye, love,” I reply as I slip my fingers inside the side of her panties. “Do you want me as bad as I want you?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“No, no, you don’t. Not yet.” I grasp her chin and tilt her head back. My lips are inches from hers as I speak again. “But you will.”
Her next whimper is captured by my lips. I go from circling her clit to slipping my fingers inside her warmth. The feel of her tight sheath around my fingers causes me to ache to be inside her with my cock.
“Please,” she breathes into my mouth.
“Are you going to come for me, baby? You’re soaking my fingers.”
“I’m so close, babe.”
I chuckle. “So soon? I don’t think so.”
Her legs are shaking, but I have no intention of letting her finish. I pull my fingers free and lift them to my mouth. Dem looks up at me in confusion. I kiss her cheek.
“What the hell?”
I laugh, reaching to tug her dress the rest of the way off. She lifts her arms over her head, allowing me to free her. Tossing the dress, I take in her full breasts. I test their weight in my palms, loving the way they feel in my hold.
“I need you to want me as bad as I want you. I don’t think you’re there yet.”
“Um, I think I was almost there before you stopped.”
I shake my head as I knead her mounds. “Too easy. I want ya begging for me. I need ya dripping wet. When I put my cock inside ya, ya’ll be blind with need for me.”
She places a hand behind my neck and tugs me toward her. “You really want to play this game with me? Oh, Kev, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. I haven’t begun to fuck with your head the way I’m capable of.”
Her words set my blood on fire. I take her chin in my grasp and nip her bottom lip, tugging it a bit before setting it free. Holding her gaze, I lick her lips.
“Show me.”
It’s more of a command than a request. I step back and widen my stance while I start to release my cuffs. I hungrily take in the sight of her in her bra, panties, and heels.
I’m ready to burst from my pants. However, I don’t show how unhinged I feel. Instead, I continue to release the buttons of my shirt.
Dem saunters over to me with her hips swaying. Those sexy heels are lethal. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my neck.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” she says with mirth in her voice.
“As long as you know I’ll return whatever you throw my way.” I lift a brow. “If you are ready for me, I’m more than ready for you, love. But…be sure you’re ready.”
She throws her head back and laughs. When she locks her eyes back on me, I shiver for a moment. Perhaps I’m the one that needs the warning. The look she gives me speaks volumes.
“As you wish,” she purrs.
With that same little evil look on her face, she reaches into the pocket of my black slacks. I give her a curious look as she pulls out my phone. She knows my password because she’s been using it to connect to the sound system in the cabin.
I watch as she swipes at the screen and pulls up the song she’s looking for. My lips curl up as she turns on Chris Brown’s “To My Bed.” She’s played this back at her place before.
When she’s done with my phone, she tosses it on the bed and turns back to me. Sticking one hand in my half-buttoned shirt, she uses the other to run the backs of her knuckles against my length. My cock twitches in response to her taunting.
Her seduction continues as she glides her warm hand across my chest and down my ribs. I stand rigid, waiting for her next move. Leaning forward, she places a kiss on my chest. As she starts to circle her tongue against my skin, she works on the rest of the buttons on my white dress shirt.
Unable to help myself, I run my fingertips down her spine. She shivers and looks up at me through her lashes. I give her a crooked grin as I slide my fingers between the crack of her cheeks.
“Careful, papi. Don’t start nothing you don’t intend to finish.”
“I plan to finish everything I start,” I say and dig my fingers into her plump flesh.
She bites her lip as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. The fabric falls to the floor and she moves to work on releasing my belt. I nearly groan when she finally frees me from my confines. My shaft bobs straight at her, thick and heavy with need.
I step out of my pants, grateful I kicked my shoes off when we arrived. One less thing in my way. I bend to take my socks off and straighten to stand before her, naked as the day I was born.
She gives me a cocky smile as she squats before me. From the look in her eyes, you would think this was something new for us. As I take in the look of excitement and pleasure on her face, I think perhaps I don’t give her a turn at fair play enough. I’ll have to keep in mind to let her have this more often. Who am I to be so selfish?
“You ready, big boy?” she says against my tip.
I give a curt nod, not able to answer. The sight of her so hungry for me, with those plump lips so close but not close enough has pre-come dripping. She flicks her tongue at my essence and hums like it’s the greatest things she’s had in her life.
My patience is shot. I reach to grab ahold of her hair and guide her to take me into her mouth. My grip tightens as she takes me and starts to slurp. My flesh glistens as she salivates over me. Using her hands to spread the moisture, she has me gritting my teeth.
I release her hair and push both my hands into mine. That’s when she makes me eat my words. My eyes grow wide as she gives me a blow job worthy of a gold medal. The sound, the sight, the feel, it all drives me insane.
“Dem,” I hiss.
“Mmm,” she moans back.
My toes curl, and I throw my head back. I’ve had women that shy away from my size and cheat the task of sucking me off. Dem holds back from not an inch. Her hands and mouth work me without a break in the dripping wet loving she gives to my cock.
Who is this woman?
Chapter 28
New Trouble
Danita
The last thing I should be doing today is smiling from ear to ear, but I haven’t been able to stop. We returned yesterday morning, but I didn’t have to report for deputy until today. I spent my day on the couch in Kevin’s apartment, in his arms, relishing the last moments of the world we created.
It was nice to feel normal and have a simple chat about nothing. Not to mention, I was grateful for a day to recover from the other night—i.e. the reason I still can’t stop smiling. My sore body has been a reminder of the savage Kevin is in the bed. The man is perfection in every sense of the word.
“Hey, Moralez,” I turn to find Reed moving toward me.
“Hey.”
She looks at me curiously. “You look great for someone who had their place burned down.”
I shrug. “I’m learning not to let the little things get to me. My dog is safe and I’m alive.”
She gives me a grin. “I don’t know. I think a certain ex-detective might have something to do with that smile.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
I think about what Kevin told me about her sleeping with Harris. She’s a pretty woman with her golden-brown hair and tanned complexion. Although I think the tan comes from a bottle. Not for nothing, she has a nice shape too. Being a few inches taller than me, she carries her weight nicely.
She could totally do better than Harris. I decide to keep those snarky thoughts to myself. Besides, I’m not supposed to know about them in the first place.
She laughs and holds her hands up. “Hey, it’s none of my business. I wanted to check in and make sure you were okay. Believe it or not, there were a bunch of us worried about you.”
I tip my head to the side. “Why wouldn’t I believe it?”
“Come on, Moralez. We all know you keep to yourself for the most part. You keep your nose clean and mind your own business. I respect that, but I also see that you’re in your own world.”
I nod. “Thanks for checking in. I’m fine, though. Things can be replaced.”
“Did they find out what started the fire?”
“You mean who? And, no. Not yet.”
She narrows her eyes. “So, it was a who. Again, not to be in your business, but do you think it’s wise to be dating Blackhart? Between you and me, they’re dragging their feet on the Kelley investigation for a reason. Erin and Cal’s shooting should have had some answers by now. I don’t want to see you get caught up in anything.”
I fold my arms over my chest. Instincts. I’ve survived off them. Right now, they’re telling me to take in and take apart every word she says.
“Listen, I’ve been keeping an ear out. I can’t say for sure if that shit was connected to Kelley, but I want you to be careful. Cal didn’t have many friends around here before or after he left. The wrong people are getting curious about your relationship.”
“One has nothing to do with the other. Everyone should keep their noses in their own business, but thanks.”
She places her hands on her hips. “We have to stick together in this place. It will eat you alive if not. You’ve been lucky, Moralez. Know that much. There are a lot of us that wish we still had your freedom,” she says and gives me a tight smile.
She pats me on the shoulder and turns to walk away, leaving me to analyze her words. My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from my musing. I sigh as I read the text. Dawson, Harris’s partner, is waiting on me across town. Graves assigned him to help me on a case.
When I turn for my car, I spot Harris in gym shorts with his workout bag. He’s standing by his Mazda, glaring at me. Ignoring him, I move on about my business.
I’m headed for my unmarked car for the day when out of the corner of my eye something catches my attention on my car’s windshield. My squad car forgotten, I move toward my Nissan. Plucking the paper from the windshield, I unfold it.
“Who has your back? Let’s see what happens now with your protection gone,” I repeat the words on the page.