Chapter Six
Eleven months later
“Open your legs a little more,” Nate said to Lydia. “Now bend your right knee. Just a little higher. Oh yeah, baby. That’s perfect.”
“Do you have any idea how perverted you sound right now?” Lydia asked, glancing around the essentially deserted alley. “I feel like I’ve just dialed a porno hotline.”
“And you look like something I’d hop on in a hot minute.” The sound of his voice in her ear sent a shiver through her. “I have some damn fine memories of that bikini, you know.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“It occurs to me that while I’ve made you scream in the passenger seat, across the gear knob, and laid out in back, I’ve never bent you over the hood of a car before.”
She gave a private smile as she adjusted the Bluetooth headset and shifted the balloons in her hand. “And something tells me you’re already cooking up an evil plan to remedy that oversight.”
“About ten minutes after we’re through here.”
“Rule One, cowboy. Stand down.”
“Too late. I’m definitely standing up.”
She stopped talking and glanced around again. There was no sign of the skip yet, and she was beginning to feel beyond silly splayed out across the hood of the guy’s car. At least the hood was still warm. Even though it was early summer, the weather was a bit on the cool side for lounging around in a bikini. Then again, she wasn’t out here to work on her tan. They were on the job. They guy they were after was worth five grand. He’d skipped out on bail and had been kind enough to celebrate by stopping in at the local watering hole before getting out of town.
“I still can’t believe you’re making me wear that old stripper thong,” Nate said in her headset. “It went straight up my ass as soon as I crouched down in the carport.”
“Welcome to the club,” she replied. “But that was our deal. Whenever I have to wear one on the job, so do you. Just be grateful I’m not wearing nipple clamps.”
There was a pause. “Okay, Benny just radioed. He made the guy ducking out the back door. He’s on your six, headed your way.”
Her attention immediately shifted. “Copy that. Tits up and ready.”
Lydia refined her pose, thrusting out her breasts while she clutched the bouquet of blue and white balloons. A minute later, she saw him. Sagging jeans, a gray t-shirt and a mass of frizzy brown hair that hadn’t met a comb in a couple of days at least. He hadn’t shaved since the mug shot on his file, either. He did look less droopy-eyed, especially once he caught sight of the bikini babe laid out over his hood and smiling at him as though she’d just hit the jackpot.
He froze three feet from his car. “What the hell’s all this?”
Still smiling, she slid off the hood like a slithering cobra. “Chris Chacon?”
His eyes were everywhere on her at once. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Candy from Fantasy Girls Exotic Dance.” She ran a hand over her breasts for effect, and he homed in on her cold-hardened nipples.
“You are one hot bitch. What can I do for you that involves taking my pants down?”
She kept her smile firmly in place. “A friend of yours sent me to help you celebrate your very special day.” She held out the bouquet. “Here. Why don’t you hang onto my balloons while I show you?”
That won a smile, and as he reached over to take them, she saw Nate and Benny slipping into position. “I don’t get it,” Chris said. “It ain’t my birthday. What’s the occasion? Who’s the friend that hired you?”
“That would be me,” Nate said from right behind him. He had his gun trained steadily at the guy’s head. “I’m bond enforcement. And the occasion is me arresting you for violating the terms of your bail. Hands up, Chris.”
Startled, Chris let go of the balloons and they floated skyward.
“Easy, boy,” Benny said, coming up in a smooth, sidestepping motion on the other side of the car. “Don’t move.”
“You missed your court date,” Nate added. “Turn around and put your hands flat on the hood.”
Lydia stepped out of the way while the men restrained the guy and searched him for weapons. She was treated to a nasty look from the guy when they spun him back around, and she just gave him a little shrug and a smile. While the men got him ready and called it in, she went over to Nate’s car, which was tucked away in the deserted carport and grabbed her ski jacket.
“Nice work, Bond Agent Franklin,” Nate said after he helped Benny get the jumper into Benny’s car. It was their partner’s turn to play haul-’em-to-jail.
“Thanks, and same to you. But next time, maybe I’ll try sucking a lollipop instead of holding the balloons. I always feel bad when they end up floating away. I heard it’s bad for the environment. Besides, I get hungry while we’re waiting.”
“I don’t know, the balloons just seem to add that believable touch.” He eyed her with a frown. “By the way, who gave you permission to cover up?”
“I’ll have you know it’s freezing out here,” she said, zipping up the front of her ski jacket.
“I could see you were chilled all the way from my post. It’s not that cold, by the way. It’s a balmy sixty-seven degrees.”
“Says the one of us who is not currently dressed in a string bikini and high heels.”
He smiled. “Some Colorado native. One week as a California beach bunny and you’re still a tenderfoot.”
“Is that so?” She yanked off the jacket with a mock scowl. “Fine. Check me out until I catch cold, then.”
He grabbed her around the waist. “Oh, I intend to warm you up plenty.”
Her hands went straight down his back to cup his ass and squeeze through the deliciously tight jeans. “I see we’ve moved onto Rule Two. But right here in the alley?”
“No one’s around. I warned you before you had exactly ten minutes after the catch before I Rule Two’d you.”
“Yeah? Not if I Rule Two you first.”
With that, she grabbed his arm, bent it at the elbow, and put him in an arm bar maneuver she learned in bond enforcement training. She twisted his body in a smooth motion, controlling him until he was facing the hood of his car with the arm pushed up behind him.
“Very good,” he said over his shoulder. “You’re learning.” In a flash, he reversed out of the hold, whirled on her and restrained her in a similar way, only with her bent in half over the hood and him bent over her. “But I’m still faster,” he whispered teasingly in her ear.
“Then show me how fast you can shut up and fuck me,” she said, spreading her long, high-heeled legs wider apart while her torso was bent over the hood. “You know that alcohol isn’t the only thing that gets me crazy damn horny these days.”
“Tell me about it. You dig the thrill of the hunt as much as I do.”
“Enough that I don’t want to wait one more damn minute to feel your cock inside me.”
The exertion of their maneuvers already had her breathing hard, and she was grinning like a fool. Damn right she dug hunting. The buzz she got off making a successful catch made her invariably and immediately want to climb on Nate and ride hard. Then again, so did a lot of other things. Like watching him read the morning paper.
He was holding her down with one arm while she heard him fumbling with his fly, and after a few moments, she felt his hot, hard shaft pressing into the cleft between her parted ass cheeks.
“You have the right to remain silent,” he said, and he tugged the wet thong of her bathing suit away from her slit. “But I highly recommend that you scream my name instead.”
“Don’t Mirandize me, bounty hunter. Just take me into your custody.”
Without even bothering to take her bottoms off, he slid his cock against her pussy and pushed his way in.
“Oh Nate,” she said, her body stiffening in pleasure as he sank in. “Oh yes.”
She flattened herself against the hood as his wide, welcome hardness penetrated, and she reve
led in the feel of hot metal against her body and his hotter cock inside her. She was warming up, all right, and fast approaching high gear.
“Jesus, you feel so damn good after a day’s work,” he said, shoving himself deeper.
They rode each other wildly, with her pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts and him driving his hips forward to ram against her. Her nipples strained against her bikini top, and she yanked the fabric away so she could feel the bare, hard nubs drag over the car hood.
The fact that neither of them could wait to have each other made the urgency no less sweet for the lack of anticipation. True, the alley was part of an abandoned housing project, and no one was around. But being outside in the cool air while her hot, rugged bounty hunter lover fucked her made her feel so damn wicked, so dirty-good that she moaned and bucked against him. She was so wet for him. In truth, she’d felt the pool of moisture gathering between her legs the moment she’d seen him take command of the fugitive. He looked so damn fine when he was in control of a capture, his biceps flexing while he maneuvered people to his will. Even the way he pointed his gun, which had taken time and convincing to bring him back around to, got her hot.
“I have to confess something,” he said with a desperate strain in his voice. “I think I love you so much now that I can’t fucking stand it.”
“That sounds painful. But I’d say you’re fucking while standing just brilliantly.”
“Actually, this isn’t working for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t see your face while I’m fucking you.”
He pulled out of her and yanked her upright, turning her to face him. His eyes were wild and dark with need, and his jaw was tight with the utmost seriousness while he grabbed her hips and set her up on the hood. It only took a few seconds, and he was blissfully back inside her.
“Much better,” he said, staring down at her. “Your expressions when I’m making you come drive me insane.” Despite the comment, he pulled her close and held her while he pumped his hips.
She smiled. “I love you too.”
Lydia tugged his shirt up high enough to bury her face against the soft hair on his chest and lick his hard, tiny nipple, something she’d learned made him crazy. He arched back and swore, and then fucked her double speed. She held onto his waist and took the ride, feeling the pressure building in her clit. The euphoria of victory and sexual chemistry fused together at the top of that climb and shattered. Nate joined her in climax soon after, and they clutched one another while they finished.
Nate whispered tender, intimate words to her as they came down from orgasm, surprisingly so in light of the rough, graphic way they’d just been possessed to fuck one another. Both of them came to earth pretty suddenly soon after, and when they did, clothes and jackets found their way on just as fast. Lydia’s face felt flushed, in part from the knowledge of how out of control they’d gotten right in an open alley.
“Wow,” Nate said after they were both inside the car, staring out the window in a slight daze. “That was, well, highly intense.”
“It seems we get more driven each time we bag a bad guy together.”
“Yeah.” He glanced at her. “Interesting career perks we’ve got.”
She grinned at him. “What can I say? We love our jobs.”
“And each other, apparently.” He gave her a smoldering look that actually put a new twitch into her still-pulsing pussy. “I’ll admit it’s damn arousing, the way you took to this business. Watching you work is so hot. And seeing your enthusiasm has made me look at the job with fresh, new eyes.”
“Helping the justice system out with Andrew and Asa flipped a pretty wild switch in me, it’s true. The only thing that gets me going better than catching a bond jumper is having you inside me. And we don’t have a way to get paid for that.”
Nate gave her a mischievous look. “Bedroom webcam? You’re forever having to flash your tits around anyway. Might as well earn $5.95 per minute doing it.”
“Ha-ha. I think I’ll stick with this, thanks. Unless you want to wax your chest and get a job as a male stripper.”
“I’d rather save my male stripping for the bedroom.”
She leaned closer. “Or the car, alleyway, motel, bar bathroom, behind the bushes at the park…”
“Point taken.” He put an arm around her and pulled her into him. “I say we take a vacation. Think you can still borrow the Venice apartment?”
“Tiff’s dad was very understanding when I paid the damages. The offer’s still open anytime.”
“Then I say anytime starts now.” He revved the engine.
Lydia laughed. “Right now? What about packing?”
“I took the liberty. Have you not been with me long enough to know I come complete with a fully stocked trunk?”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the sense of boyish fun in his expression. Something was up with him, she could tell. Part of her suspected she knew what, and the thought sped up her heartbeat. But she wasn’t about to spoil the surprise by saying a damn thing.
She gave his arm a squeeze and buckled her seat belt. “Come on, cowboy. Let’s take our bikini and thong and head off the grid. Only this time, it’ll be legal.”
The End
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