He moved then, placing himself in front of me.
The condom covering his cock dragging deliciously across my skin.
“I can’t believe you had a latex-free condom,” I breathed.
“Like I said,” he growled. “This is a long time coming.”
I looked at the non-latex condom that was covering his cock and felt my heart skip a beat.
He’d prepared for this inevitability.
He knew that one day this would come to pass.
And he’d prepared by going out and buying condoms that didn’t have latex in them.
Holy. Shit.
“Ford,” I breathed.
He slammed his mouth down onto mine, causing me to wobble on my feet, then sat back down on the chair again, gesturing me forward.
I didn’t waste time.
Didn’t stop to think.
Didn’t even breathe.
I just ran to him, straddled his lap, and then slammed my mouth onto his.
He growled and cupped my ass, his hands squeezing so tight that it hurt.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You taste and feel so good.”
He tasted like everything.
Everything I never knew that I wanted.
Thank God Ford and I hadn’t realized what we were missing when we were younger, or we’d have done a whole lot less fighting, and a lot more fucking.
He groaned when I ground my pussy down onto his cock, his hands going to my hips and pushing me down even harder.
I clenched one hand into his hair and yanked him toward me, practically pressing my breast into his mouth and forcing him to taste me.
His mouth found my nipple with laughable ease, his tongue circling the tiny nub a few times before sucking the entire nipple into his mouth.
I gasped, my hips lifting up as if to follow his mouth as he pulled away slightly, and he took advantage of my hips being raised and positioned his cock at my entrance.
He let my nipple go, then looked up into my eyes as he said, “Sit down on my cock.”
I shivered at his words, but ultimately followed directions. Much better than I would’ve done had he ordered me around like this any other time.
“You’re following directions, I like it,” he teased, an evil glint in his eye.
I stopped with the head of his cock firmly lodged inside of me.
He laughed, his mouth going to my other breast as his hand cupped it.
“Don’t be petty, Soot,” he ordered. “You know you’re gagging for it just like me.”
I was.
But I felt like I had to hold off just on general principle now.
I might very well die with his cock barely inside of me before I moved.
When I still didn’t take more of him inside of me, despite the way his attentions were starting to feel, he grinned and stood up.
I gasped, surprised by the move.
Then I was filled with him.
His entire cock was sheathed deeply inside of me.
“Ford,” I breathed, squirming on his cock as I tried to adjust to the fullness.
But it was useless. I didn’t think that I could’ve ever prepared for the storm that was Ford Spurlock.
Just like always, I knew that it was either ride or die with him.
Take it, or leave it.
And oh, baby. Did I take it.
I gasped when he leaned me back onto my desk, shivering slightly when the cool wood pressed against my overheated ass cheeks.
“This is better for me anyway,” he growled, his eyes on my tits as he wasted no time in fucking me.
He pulled back, eyes on my pussy and where we were connected, only to slam back inside again.
He did this, over and over and over again, until at one point it went from overwhelming to unstoppable.
Literally, if he stopped, I might very well die.
I knew this to be a fact without him having to stop to prove it.
“Ford,” I whispered, lifting my hips to urge him on.
He caught my hips in his hand and started to fuck me even harder. Faster. Rougher.
The sound of our slapping skin filled the room, followed shortly by the short jerks of the desk’s wooden feet across the tiled floor.
I wasn’t moaning, thank God, because I knew if I had been it’d be more than obvious what we were doing in here.
At least now, with us in the back of a deserted hallway, for people to have absolutely no reason to be back here? It was hidden.
Hopefully.
Yet, I found that I didn’t care.
I only cared about the way that Ford was making me feel. The way that things inside me were lighting up like a freakin’ Christmas tree on steroids.
“Ford,” I whispered again.
His eyes met mine, and I knew the reason he hadn’t been looking into my eyes, but at where we were connected, was because he didn’t want to go too fast.
I saw the moment that he went from holding onto that control, to giving up.
His entire body went stiff. His hands on my hips, holding me close tightened, and his eyes flared.
It was right then, in that second, that I blew apart.
Like a wine glass hitting a concrete floor.
One second, I was whole, and the next, I would never be the same again.
My orgasm slammed into me like a two-ton brick. Not there one second, and just there in the next.
Ford climbed on top of me then, his body coming down hard onto mine, his mouth searching for mine in the blindness that our orgasms forced upon us.
I felt his body tense as his orgasm took him over, too.
But that was the last and only thought I had concerning him.
My fingernails raked down his back as I tried to find purchase where there wasn’t any.
My mind went totally blank as I tried to make sense of all the feelings that were coursing through me.
And when we were done, when my soul found my body once again, I opened my eyes to stare at the dirty ceiling tiles of my office.
“That was…” I couldn’t find words.
Everything. Perfect. Amazing. Life changing. Soul shattering.
All of those words and more.
“The only time,” he finished for me, biting the side of my neck and pulling the skin between his teeth.
I slammed my hand down onto his forehead, pushing him away.
He laughed and moved off of me, his cock leaving me feeling like he’d taken a piece of me with him that I would never get back.
Then I stared at his cock.
His bare cock.
His very hot, very bare, no longer sheathed in a condom bare cock.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Chapter 6
The year isn’t even halfway over and all I gotta say is ‘what the fuck?’
-Ford’s secret thoughts
Ford
My phone went off, the emergency app we used for our SWAT calls sounding like a bullhorn in the very silent office before I could address what had just happened.
What could happen.
“Shit,” I breathed, reaching for my clothes.
I had them on just as fast as she did, but I didn’t miss her discreetly pulling the condom from her body and wrapping it up in a loose piece of paper before tossing it into the trash can beside her desk.
“You’re staying here. You’re not moving to Dallas,” I said as I pulled my boots on carelessly.
She looked at me over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
“Keep dreaming, GMC,” she snarked.
I gritted my teeth, unable to come up with the right words to keep her here.
I wasn’t sure why, but this was important.
Her staying was important.
“Nobody will take care of you better than right here,” I said. “Dallas is big. It has a lot of people. And there are weirdos there.”
She gave me a droll look as s
he too pulled on her shoes.
“There are plenty of weirdos here,” she countered. “In fact, I’m looking right at one.”
I finished dressing and crowded her.
“You’re not leaving. You’re staying here.”
She swallowed hard.
“People hate me here,” she said.
I pulled her ponytail and forced her to look at me.
“Nobody hates you,” I said. “And if they do, they’ll answer to me.”
With that, I left the room, hoping what I said was enough to get her to stay.
Because I needed her to.
And not just because of what had just happened in there.
Because every time I thought about her leaving, moving somewhere where I would never see her, it made my heart feel like it’d taken a punch.
I made it into the SWAT locker room and immediately started to strip out of my clothes.
I was just going for my pants, thankful that my cock had gone mostly down, when there was a hushed silence that finally resonated with me.
“Whoa,” Louis said, eyes on me. “What the fuck happened to your shoulders?”
I looked down to see four angry lines starting at my shoulders and moving down toward my chest.
There were more on my back.
I could feel those there, too.
“Those are fresh,” Hayes said. “You were in the office today, weren’t you?”
Meaning I was stuck filling out all the reports that I’d gotten delinquent on. Or Bennett thought that I’d gotten lazy on and wanted more information.
“What’s it to you?” I asked, shrugging on my black SWAT shirt that covered almost every single part of me from the neck down.
“It’s just that the only person I saw you with in the last hour was… oh holy shit,” Louis breathed. “Ford, you didn’t.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You owe me ten bucks,” Hayes laughed.
My brows rose at that.
Louis scowled and pulled out his wallet, tossing a wadded up ten at Hayes’ face.
Hayes saw my confusion and explained.
“I bet ol’ Louis here that you and Ashe had a thing. Louis swore it was a mutual hatred. Had nothing to do with lust. I told him he was wrong, so he decided to bet me. I was honestly beginning to think that you would be making me a liar,” Hayes explained.
I rolled my eyes.
“Well shit,” I said. “Does everyone think this?”
“I’m sure they assume just like me,” Hayes said as he finished tucking his pants over the tops of his boots and stood. “I mean, when you lose your shit on someone for saying she’s hot and he’d fuck her, then turn around and give her shit, it makes it more than obvious to us. She’s yours. Only you’re allowed to treat her like that.”
He was talking about yesterday during the SWAT tryouts.
By law, we were supposed to allow everyone to try out. Even if we thought that they weren’t SWAT material.
Ashe had been with her cousin Rowen, who was Dax’s wife, as they watched the tryouts.
I kept waiting for her to come down, to do what she’d bet me she could do, but she’d never come.
She’d been sitting there BS-ing with Luke and Rowen when Jerry Too Wary, better known as Jerry Bergonson, a three-year veteran of the KPD, and definitely not SWAT team material, had made a comment to Saint about how hot Ashe was. How he loved her hair, and he could play naughty school teacher with her later while he held onto that hair and made her do unmentionable things to him.
I’d, of course, done what I do best.
I’d walked up to him, informed him he needed to stop, or else.
He hadn’t. And when Nico paired me up with him, going one on one? Yeah, I hadn’t shown him any mercy.
We were supposed to pull our punches and not draw blood, but I’d granted myself one really good, solid hit before I started pulling my punches. Then the little fucker had tried to taunt me about my ‘girlfriend’ to psych me out. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know that the more pissed I became, the better I was at focusing.
Poor little Jerry had gotten his ass kicked. Then he’d had to run the obstacle course.
Needless to say, he hadn’t made the SWAT team. He’d also gone out of his way to give me shit every time he saw me ever since.
“Fucking right,” I said. “Can’t fucking stand Jerry.”
Louis chuckled.
I finished getting dressed and headed out to the armored vehicle.
I was one of the first ones there, which was why I got in the front seat and started it up.
“You driving?” Nathan asked as he took the passenger seat.
“Yes,” I said as I hit the button that would tell us where the call was located. “Think we can just leave without them?”
“Not sure I want to go on a SWAT call to Eleventh Street with just two of us,” he joked.
“A-fucking-men,” I muttered. “Can’t even patrol that street without getting shit thrown at my cruiser.”
“I had a dead cat thrown at me yesterday,” Sammy said as he got into the seat closest to the cab of the rig. “It was still bloated, too. Exploded all over my windshield. Was the most disgusting thing that I’ve ever experienced.”
We all had a good laugh as the rest of the crew loaded in. I pulled behind the other vehicle and followed them to the call.
“So about those marks…” Sammy said as he tried to continue talking about what we’d dropped the moment I’d walked away.
“I know that I’ll kick your ass if you give her a hard time,” I said. “And I know that I don’t want to talk about it.”
Chuckles filled the truck.
They didn’t press the topic anymore, but I knew without a doubt that there’d be more questioning later.
Right then, they were just trying to focus on the SWAT call we were about to run.
Or, as we got closer, the SWAT training exercise that we were going to run.
At the elementary school.
I felt sick to my stomach when we rolled up to the address and found what we found.
When we got out, it was Bennett and Foster who met us at the door.
“Today,” he said, “we’re going to work on school lockdown situations. What to do if we ever run a call on the elementary school—or the other two campuses for that matter,” Foster pointed at the doors behind him. “Right now, these doors are locked, as per protocol. The children are off today, so don’t worry. But… we’re going to act like they’re all there. Like, per school policy, all those little babies are locked in their rooms, and a shooter is on the loose.”
The feeling didn’t go away.
Not for hours.
Not until I got home and found Ashe on my front porch, staring at me warily.
“What happened?” Ashe asked. “When I went by Luke’s office, he told me y’all were about to have a rough day.”
She had no idea just how right he was.
“We trained on what to do if there was an active shooter in the elementary school,” I murmured, unlocking my door and walking into my half of the duplex.
Derek, who was my next-door neighbor, waved at us as he got out of his truck.
Instead of going into his own place, he walked over to mine.
“I ordered pizza,” Ashe said as she walked in the door behind me. “I ordered enough to feed half of the gated community.”
“It’s not a gated community.” Derek chuckled as he fell onto my couch.
I continued walking to the kitchen and pulled out three beers.
I handed one to Ashe as she stopped at the bar and then tossed the other to Derek, who caught it easily from his prone position.
“Actually,” Ashe corrected Derek. “It’s going to be. The owners were really worried about everything that’s happened lately, so they’re installing iron fencing and gates around the front half. The back will have ten-foot privacy fence
s that encompass the entire two-acre tract. But until they can afford the rest, it’ll all be one big open space.”
Derek’s brows rose. “When’s that going to go down?”
“They’re not quite sure.” Ashe took a healthy swallow of beer. “The fencing around the back is first. The gate’s going to come likely last. With it being the rainy season, they’re worried that with all the rain it’ll make the big poles sag for the massive gate. Or, at least, that was what was discussed while I was in the office.”
“Why were you in the office?” I questioned.
Ashe lived at the end of the duplex row, closest to the offices. It also happened to be one of the smallest ones because it was only a single unit and not a full duplex. It was supposed to be a maintenance worker’s building, but they’d ended up leasing it out to Ashe upon her uncle’s ‘talk’ with the owners.
“Well,” she said as she looked at her phone. She frowned and walked to the door, opening it with a small smile on her face. “Hello!” She took the eight pizzas in her hands and smiled at the pimply-faced teen that smiled back at her. Once the door was closed behind her, she placed the pizzas on the counter and walked back outside, closing the door softly behind her.
“What do you think she’s doing?” Derek asked, getting up and walking to the pizza boxes.
I took a slice out of the box myself and bit into it.
“Going to find the rest of us,” I admitted.
She appeared moments later with more stragglers.
Hayes, Saint, and Louis.
Samuel, Malachi, Nathan, Booth, and Bourne had gone to a bar. Dax had gone home to his wife—Rowen.
“Because I saw a potential new tenant that I most certainly didn’t like,” she replied to the question that I’d asked earlier before the pizza was delivered.
“What kind of tenant?” Saint questioned.
“The kind where he looked shady as fuck, kept making creepy eyes around the parking lot, and ultimately looked like he was on some sort of stimulant that wouldn’t let him keep still.” Ashe pushed between Derek and me, coming out with a piece of pizza that was twice as big as her face.
She took a bite and moaned, causing my dick to stir.
Today definitely hadn’t started how I wanted it.
But I knew how I wanted to end it.
The only problem was, I promised myself only once.
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