Marked

by Kit Rocha

  "Mitch, please." Begging came all too easy at this point. "Give me your cock."

  "Come first. Come on my tongue." He put his lips to her pussy, driving his tongue deep, fucking her with it as he worked her fingers over her clit again and again.

  A long, low cry flowed from her lips, trembling in the air like the nearby leaves as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Hips bucking forward, aching for something to hold, her pussy contracted and she called out his name.

  He was on his feet, zipper down, cock in hand. She stared through sex-hazed eyes at the momentary glint as the ball bearings adorning his cock head shone in the sunlight. He hitched her thigh over his hip, her skirt bunched around her waist.

  "Hold on, this is going to be a wild ride," Mitch promised.

  He put the head of his cock to her pussy and thrust upward. One motion, another. It took three drives for him to work all the way in, her climax still rippling around him.

  Then the fucking began in earnest.

  Mitch leaned over her, holding under her thigh to keep her wide open, his other hand under her ass, protecting her as he pounded in deep. Hard.

  Incredibly intense and vivid, and like always, Anna came alive. This was what she craved--this bright place of indulgence and passion. Every nerve on high alert, every motion a spark leading to the next level of pleasure.

  "God, so tight around my cock. You're squeezing me like a vise. You like fucking out here, don't you? My cock drilling you in two."

  "Oh, yes."

  Mitch growled again and thrust harder. "Dirty girl. Bare-ass-naked under your skirt. Sun shining down on us--hell, anyone could drive up right now, couldn't they?"

  Anna shuddered.

  "Hmm, yeah. They'd see you, legs open wide, pussy wet for my cock." Mitch caught her by the chin and kissed her like a mad man as he fucked hard for another dozen strokes.

  Sensory overload was setting in. It wasn't just his cock. Or his touch, or his teeth digging into her neck. It was the words and the place and the...

  "Oh God, oh..."

  His piercing got her again, a cascade breaking from deep within where he'd been stroking her unmercifully with the damn thing. She had no chance of stopping a second climax from ripping free, especially with a thick, satisfying length of cock to squeeze around this time.

  "Fuck yes, come on my cock, babe. That's it. Fuck me hard," Mitch ordered.

  He shoved his hand between them and caught her clit. Anna screamed, all restraint vanishing as she came, liquid shooting from her pussy to coat his hand, his legs. Pressure escaped in spurts, her spine melted, and pleasure turned her limbs molten.

  Numbing pleasure, incredibly intense. "Oh my God, oh my God."

  She'd breathe later, she decided. Right now there was too much happening between her legs to bother with incidentals like air to her lungs and blood to her brain.

  "Jesus fuck, yeah. Damn." Mitch buried himself deep and came, his body crushing her to the car as his hips pulsed helplessly, face contorted with extreme pleasure. Anna watched as long as she could, but white spots hung before her eyes and it was so much simpler to close them and let Mitch support her.

  A breeze surrounded them, cooling air pushed over heated limbs. Her heart rate slowed enough that the buzz of tiny insects in the trees and the distant motors of farm equipment became audible again. Mitch held her in place, both feet off the ground with her bare ass pressed against the car window, and in the middle of the languid sensation controlling her body, the image struck her as hilariously funny.

  Mitch breathed slowly before finding his voice. "What's making you laugh?"

  Her world was still spinning. "I think I just left an ass print on my window."

  Mitch pulled his brain back from the faraway place sex had sent it and let an evil chuckle free at her wry comment. "Good thing this isn't your cruiser. I'd like to see you explain questionable prints to Nick."

  "Oh man, that would not go over well." Anna ran her fingers through Mitch's hair, pushing the short length upright over his forehead. "My partner would make me fill out cleaning and sterilization forms in triplicate."

  Mitch leaned in to kiss her tenderly while she remained in the soft and lazy post-sex mood. She wouldn't allow him to pet her for long, so he took every chance he could to savour the bits of time he did get.

  Anna sighed happily as he nuzzled her neck. His cock was still in her pussy--he'd be happy to stay there for the rest of the day, but if this was like any previous time, in a couple of minutes Anna would start the process of withdrawing from him. Withdrawing from who she was when she was with him.

  He'd bite his tongue like usual and let her. This time. But the day was coming when he wasn't going to let it slide. A day really soon.

  "You're a dangerous man, Mitch Thompson," Anna muttered. "It's a good thing I have a change of clothes in the trunk. Sorry about your leathers."

  "As if I'm going to complain I made you come so hard you got me wet." He couldn't hide the gloating in his voice.

  "It's your piercing. Hits me just right, and you know it." Anna wriggled, and he reluctantly lowered her thigh, slowly separating them. A rush of semen and lingering moisture from her explosive orgasm ran down her leg. "God, I need not only a change of clothes, but a shower."

  Mitch grinned harder, pushing her against the car before she could run away and clean up the signs of their wild debauchery. He pinned her in place, his hands pushing her wrists to the roof as he slid one leg between her thighs and held her bare ass to the car door. Her dark brown hair was a mess tumbled about her shoulders, her pupils still full and dark against her pale blue irises. The flush on her cheeks from the wild sex, not some maidenly blush. "I like you dirty," he admitted.

  Her eyes flashed brightly for a second before she pulled on her cop uniform. Not the navy slacks and powder-blue shirt, but the mental shield she wore. As real as a tangible piece of fabric, Anna transformed before his eyes from his sexy, uninhibited lover to the woman who wrote up tickets and toed the line.

  All the lines. All the time.

  "I need to go, Mitch. My parents are having the family over for dinner, and since I'm not on duty, I'm heading over early."

  Mitch paused before doing the only thing he could--he let her free.

  He put his cock back in his pants, adjusting carefully before zipping. Anna moved to her trunk, intensely focused on anything but him, it seemed. She used a bunch of wet wipes to clean up. Pulled on a pair of plain, serviceable panties and covered them with faded jeans. Her footwear was switched for practical runners.

  She scooped up her fuck-me high heels by the leather straps and let them dangle in the air, staring at them with a tortured expression.

  Did she know how easily he read her at these moments?

  "Anytime you want to wear those shoes, I'm down with it," he teased softly.

  She jerked upright, shaking her head briskly. "It's a good thing I don't really have anywhere to go while wearing them. Doubt I could walk more than three feet without falling on my ass."

  She shoved them into a grey duffle bag, along with the miniskirt. Hiding away all signs of who she was. What she liked. A wave of frustration rolled through him, and Mitch opened his mouth...

  And just as quickly closed it again.

  Not the time. Not the place, but soon.

  Damn soon if he had his way.

  She finally made eye contact as she opened her car door. Quiet, impersonal, with a faint smile like you'd give to an acquaintance you spotted at the supermarket. "Talk to you later?"

  "No problem. You know where to find me." He eased back, arms crossed over his chest as she got in and drove away.

  Drove away, and took his fucking heart with her.

  In one way it was hilarious. Mitch Thompson had fallen hopelessly in love with the worst possible woman in town--one fighting tooth and nail against letting her real nature free.

  He stared after her polite, serviceable car as she headed home to her traditional family dinner. S
he'd peel the potatoes and set the table, and afterward, she'd help her mother wash the dishes while her brothers and father talked about the ranch chores and fields and crops.

  The contrast between what she'd be doing in an hour and what they'd just done haunted Mitch. Not the actual sex, but her attitude. There was nothing wrong with an old-fashioned family gathering, but the Anna he'd been savouring wasn't someone she showed to anyone else.

  For the past two months, since Anna had given in to the heat between them, they'd been meeting on the sly. Playing games and finding pleasure in trying every sexual thing she suggested. Mitch had reached the point where sex was no longer enough.

  That fire he'd witnessed all too often in her eyes? Her evil sense of humour and dirty imagination? He longed to have those things turned on him all the time, not only during clandestine moments. He wanted to stop seeing her shove her real needs into a damn duffle bag as she hid her sexy self away. His frustrations boiled as he stared after her.

  One of her taillights blinked red.

  For fuck's sake--she'd used her turn signal at the first intersection. Two gravel roads leading from nowhere to nowhere, not a soul around for miles, and she still flipped on the damn indicator.

  And there it was. The perfect example of what was wrong, and what needed to change. She was so used to following rules for the sake of following rules she'd forgotten to choose what was going to make her really happy.

  The woman had a respectable career and an orderly life, and boned him on the side as long as no one knew. How long did she think that would be enough for either of them?

  Mitch pulled on his helmet and settled onto his bike, ready to burn off his anger on the highway before heading home.

  They weren't that much different, Anna Coleman and himself. His days of being someone's dirty little secret were over. Her days of hiding her real self away were drawing to an end as well.

  Now he had to find a way to make that happen.

  Chapter Two

  If endless tedium was the nearest thing to hell on earth, Nick Dowes seemed determined to hasten its arrival. Around the table at RCMP headquarters, the staff were trapped in their seats as Anna's partner headed into his third page of suggestions to streamline operations.

  The concepts were good, the delivery mind-numbing. Anna's phone vibrated, and she lowered her gaze to the screen hidden in her lap.

  What U doing?

  Being bored silly, but she couldn't text that to Mitch. She wouldn't text that--frustrations with her job in general and her coworker in particular were not something she would share with anyone. Not only would it be unprofessional, there was not much use in sharing when she couldn't change things.

  "I'm sure we can all see why this would create an increase in efficiency..."

  One ear on Nick, Anna texted back. In meeting

  Boring

  Anna suppressed a snort. What's up?

  This was about the time he'd usually contact her to arrange their next get-together, and good grief, did she need it.

  Have an idea. Call when you're done work

  Oh, she liked where this was going. Secrets?

  Nice secrets, he texted. Later

  The thrill of the unknown shouldn't have made her entire body come alive. A simple text message, and she was ready to track down Mitch Thompson and crawl all over him.

  She didn't want to analyze the desire. Didn't want to justify it, but she'd willingly admit her obsession with the man was real.

  "Anna."

  A deep voice broke through her distraction, and she whipped her head up to spot her commanding officer staring. Damn. Had she been caught? She slipped her phone into her pocket, adrenaline blasting through her veins and helping her focus.

  "Yes, sir?"

  He'd moved to the head of the table, taking over for Nick--thank God--and resumed control of the meeting. "I've gotten a request from the high school for an officer liaison, and I'd like to put you down for the duty."

  Her stomach fell. "Me, sir?"

  "I'd love to take that role," Nick cut in. "With the extra training I did this summer, I'm up to date on youth issues."

  Staff Sergeant Max paused then shook his head. "Your training is good, but I think Anna is a better match for the school. It would do all the students good to see a woman in a position of authority. No, unless you have any serious concerns about the posting, Constable Coleman, I'll get you the contact information for the school. You can arrange with the guidance counselor for the best way to work this task into your shifts."

  No serious concerns other than she didn't want the job, but she wasn't about to admit that. "If you feel it's in the best interest of the department, of course. I'll take the position."

  Nick settled in the chair across from her, lining up his file folders with deliberate care as he avoided meeting her gaze.

  Great. Not only did she have a work-enforced mandate to go hang out with teens--her second least-favorite population group after babies and toddlers--her partner was acting as if she'd kicked a kitten. Maybe her being away at times was going to mess with "efficiency" or something.

  She left the room as soon as they were dismissed, grabbing her gear and heading for the cruiser. She had highway patrol for the rest of the afternoon. With the mood she was in? God help her brothers if she caught one of them speeding.

  "Anna, wait up," Nick called after her.

  She paused with a hand on her car door, a deepening sense of guilt rolling through her. They'd been partnered together for nearly a year, and she still didn't feel much of a connection with him. In their area, partners didn't mean 24/7 working together, but most times when they were assigned two-man duties she was hooked up with Nick.

  What was wrong with her that she couldn't make that deep association with him that others talked about having with their partners? The two of them worked together fine, only...beyond the job? Nothing. Less than nothing.

  Nick ran up, his blond hair neatly tucked under his hat. Every button and bow in place. "I need a minute of your time."

  She pasted on her friendliest smile. "You need a hand with something?"

  He waved off her offer. "Just wanted to make sure you know, if down the road you decide to drop the liaison position, I'd appreciate you putting forward my name as a replacement."

  His attitude was all sunshine and roses now, instead of the annoyance she spotted earlier. "I'll keep that in mind," she promised.

  He was gone before she could make any small talk, which only added to her frustration. Partner. Ha. More like person she worked with whom she still knew zero about.

  She hit the highway, heading north. She loved her job and all the things it stood for, but at times the grating parts were extraordinarily annoying.

  The lone female in a family with three brothers, moving off the ranch and onto the RCMP force had meant a lot in terms of gaining respect. The work was usually emotionally fulfilling. After the hours of training she'd completed to reach this point, she was certain this was where she was supposed to be, high school liaison assignments notwithstanding.

  But today time dragged, the only high point to look forward to the moment she could put her phone on speaker and call Mitch. Between crap assignments and her crappy partner situation, she needed something to anticipate to give her the strength to last the shift.

  Home from work at the garage, showered and scrubbed, Mitch relaxed on his couch and waited eagerly for Anna's call.

  Only it wasn't her number that lit the screen.

  Damn. He stabbed the phone on. "Go away."

  Len's laugh echoed over the line. "Ass. The correct response is 'what can I do for you, master of the universe?'"

  "No, the correct response is 'go away, annoying little brother'." Although said little brother was the size of a brick shithouse. "I already spent all day with you and the rest of our crazy kin at the shop."

  "So here's your chance for some quality time with your favorite brother. I found out there's racing down in Blackst
one's fields tonight."

  Okay, that caught Mitch's attention. "Really? I thought he'd outlawed their use."

  If Len so much as hesitated, Mitch would turn the adventure down. The risk wasn't worth it. Not with him intent on sweet-talking Anna Coleman to the dark side. Getting arrested wouldn't help his cause.

  "It's not the same as before," Len insisted. "Gary Blackstone will be there. He's bringing a bunch of friends from out of town, and he invited us specifically. His dad just wants assurances we keep the bikes out of the canola."

  "So old man Blackstone won't call the cops when he hears a bunch of motors tearing it up in the distance?"

  "Gary says we're good." Len turned on the charm. "You've been dying to try out the rebuild. Come on. You know you want to."

  Hmm. A change of plans might actually work to his advantage. "You bringing a date?"

  Len laughed. "No. I'm going biking. I hadn't made plans to bring anyone along."

  Mitch grinned, flicking on the TV in the background as he considered. His little brother had one woman in his life who was as good as stalking him. "I bet Janey would go with you last-minute."

  "Fuck you," Len shot back.

  "Just saying. The girl's got your number. Don't know why you're fighting her off so hard."

  "Maybe the chase is part of the fun," Len drawled.

  Oh hell, yeah. Mitch understood that one and relented on the baiting. Flash-decision time. "I'll meet you at the garage at six thirty, and we'll pick up the bikes."

  Anna's call came through right after he'd hung up on Len.

  "Tell me you've got something wicked planned," she begged. "I just spent the last hour of my shift rounding up cows with the Laings."

  "Come on over, and I'll show you," Mitch teased.

  "Deal. Warm up the shower, though, 'cause I stink."

  Mitch eyed his watch. He figured that gave him fifteen minutes to get ready before she arrived at his place. He tossed supper together, thankful again he'd found a place deep in the woods to rent. Privacy he had by the bucket-load. It was the only reason he knew Anna would show up.