Rank & File (Anchor Point Book 4)

by L. A. Witt

  That hit somewhere under my heavy police belt. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

  “Right? And the thing is, I’m a million miles from everyone I know. I’m fucking miserable at my job.” He locked eyes with me and swallowed hard. “Regs be damned—I want to feel that good again.”

  The raw need in his eyes did me in. Not only because I felt for him—I’d sure as fuck been there in the early days of my career—but because now that he’d put it into words, I felt the same way. I’d been treading water emotionally for way too long. Everything had been stagnant and cold since I’d caught my ex cheating. I was hardly in love with Brent, but damn if there wasn’t something between us that I needed right now, even if it was nothing more than physical.

  I reached for his waist, and he stiffened when my fingers brushed his blouse. “You’re not sure about this, are you?”

  “I’m . . .” Avoiding my gaze, he exhaled. “I am. Kind of. I mean . . .” He shifted his weight, then blurted out, “I don’t know what this is, and I don’t know you, but it doesn’t feel like something I want to walk away from.”

  I blinked. Now that he’d said it, I couldn’t argue. We were strangers for all intents and purposes, but there was some chemistry here that I’d never experienced with anyone. Alone in my office, I could tell myself all day long that I needed to ignore this and move on, but now that I had him here—now that I was touching him—that internal lecture was long gone.

  “Yeah, I don’t want to walk away from it either.” I glanced down at my hand on his waist and didn’t pull it back. “But there’s a lot on the line. If we do this and get caught, we’re both done. You know that, right? They’ll dismiss you and force-retire me.”

  Brent nodded. “I know.” He looked in my eyes again. “No one has to know but us.”

  “No one can know but us.”

  “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

  “Good.” And against my better judgment, I pulled him to me and kissed him.

  Fuck, yeah, this was a good idea. Keep it a secret? Fine, as long as this kept coming.

  I cradled the back of his head, and he opened to my kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, and damn that police belt for getting between us. I had no way of feeling if he was hard or well on his way there, but if his ragged breathing and needy kiss were any indication, his uniform was getting as snug as mine was.

  He touched his forehead to mine, breathing hard against my lips. “So, I’m going to take that to mean you’re in?”

  “Yeah. I’m in.” I stroked his face and stole another brief kiss. “I know what you mean about needing to feel good for once. After my breakup . . .” Fuck, I was not going there. Not now. So I reeled him back in and kissed him harder, and that soft whimper almost sent me up in flames.

  I was the one to break away this time, and panted, “You busy tonight?”

  “You better believe it.”

  I chuckled. “One thing, though.”

  “Hmm?”

  Letting our lips brush, I murmured, “Don’t expect me to call you ‘sir’ in bed.”

  Brent pulled back, and he grinned so wickedly, my pulse went haywire. “I don’t know.” He slid a hand up the middle of my chest. “Might be kind of hot if you do it while you’re fucking me into the mattress.”

  “Oh . . . God.”

  The grin got impossibly more evil, and he let his fingertip drift along my collar. “So, I’ll see you tonight.”

  I gulped. “Yes, sir.”

  Our eyes locked, and we both shivered. Much more of this, and I was going to take him right over my desk.

  I cleared my throat and let him go. “I should get back to work.”

  “Yeah.” He glanced at his watch. “Shit. Me too. But we’re really on for tonight?” He lifted his eyebrows.

  I nodded. “Definitely. I’ll, um, text you when I leave.”

  “Might need my number first.”

  “Good point.”

  We took out our phones and quickly exchanged numbers. He also put in his address, which was good because I doubted I could remember how to get to his place. I gave him mine too.

  Then he headed for the door. For the hallway full of people who worked with me and for me. People who, so far, had no idea I’d slept with—and was going to sleep with—an officer.

  Panic knotted in my gut. “Brent.”

  Hand on the doorknob, he turned around.

  “I’m dead serious—no one can know about this.”

  He nodded. “I know. I’ve got as much to lose as you do.”

  We held each other’s gazes for a moment, and then he was gone, leaving my door open the way it had been when he’d come in.

  I sank into my chair and stared at the open doorway, absently tracing my fingers along my lower lip. God help me if there were any major calls or incidents today.

  Because my brain was already where my body needed to be—in Brent’s bed.

  As it always did, my day ended at five o’clock sharp. Being an MA and a senior chief, Will’s shift apparently ended whenever he’d put out whatever fires had started throughout the day.

  At seven thirty, the text finally came through: On my way.

  If I’d been restless before, I was this close to losing my mind now. I paced by the door, listening for footsteps. He was probably fifteen minutes away, depending on how thick the bottleneck was at the gate. In theory, I could use this time to get dressed—I’d showered, but hadn’t bothered to put on more than a pair of jeans—but what was the point? He’d probably have me naked before we made it to the bedroom anyway.

  I did try to keep my mind off him, though. It didn’t really help, but being this painfully hard wasn’t doing anything to make the time go by faster.

  I adjusted the front of my jeans. How I’d made it through the day without wedging a chair under my “office” door and jerking off at my desk, I’d never know, but I was kind of regretting it now. Turned on as I was, it wouldn’t take him more than a lick or a couple of strokes to set me off.

  Then again, the sooner he got me off, the sooner I’d recover so we could start all over again. I shivered at the thought, and instead of adjusting myself this time, I gave my dick a slow knead through my jeans. Not much longer. I could wait. Hell, maybe I should strip off my jeans while I was at it so he could get right to getting me off. Maybe—

  The door at the end of the hall opened, and I froze.

  Is that him?

  There were footsteps in the hall. Approaching fast. Boots. Were those boots?

  My apartment had an interior entrance, so at least that gave us a little bit of cover. Someone might see him coming into the hallway, but they wouldn’t necessarily see that he was on his way into my apartment. There were civilians and enlisted guys on my floor, so his destination would be anyone’s guess. We were good as long as we didn’t linger in the hallway, and I doubted that would be an issue.

  It wasn’t.

  Within seconds of him knocking, he was in my apartment with the door shut behind us, and . . . ahh. Finally.

  “Do you have any idea,” he murmured between kisses, “how hard it’s been to concentrate since you came into my office?”

  “Mmm, I think I can guess.” I teased the corner of his mouth with my tongue. “I didn’t get a damn thing done after I left.”

  “Neither did I.” Using my hair, he pulled my head back and started kissing my neck. “Oh God, I want you.”

  I couldn’t speak. I was too busy breaking out in goose bumps and trying to stay on my feet as his five-o’clock shadow burned all the places his soft lips had brushed.

  He’d ditched his uniform in favor of jeans and a T-shirt, though he still had on boots. Changing clothes had probably cost him five minutes or so that he could’ve been here and kissing my neck like this, but it was prudent. Showing up at my door in his uniform would be a hell of a lot more conspicuous than civvies. Irony that camouflage would make him stand out more than not.

  And, dear God, what I wouldn’t ha
ve given to rip that uniform off him, even if it and all its insignia were blatant reminders of why he shouldn’t be here at all.

  I tugged at his T-shirt. “The fact that we’re not supposed to do this, and we could be in seriously deep shit if we got caught . . .” I licked my lips. “Is it just me, or is that kind of hot?”

  Will’s grin turned me inside out. Or maybe that was his hands sliding up my bare back.

  “No,” he whispered, brushing his lips across mine, “it’s definitely not just you.” Then he pushed me up against the wall and went to his knees. It took him a few seconds of fumbling to undo my jeans, but his fingers touching me through denim sent heat rushing through my whole body, curled my toes into the carpet, made my breath catch like I was already fucking his hot, talented mouth.

  And then I was. He groaned as the head of my cock slipped past his lips. When I started rocking my hips, he encouraged me with his hands on my ass, and I stared down at the most gorgeous man I’d ever touched swallowing me and moaning with pleasure.

  He paused to lick the head and looked up at me. “I’ve been dying for this all day.”

  “M-me too. Can’t stop . . . thinking about you fucking me.”

  Will shuddered, his ragged breath rushing past the wet skin of my cock, and I damn near melted to my knees too.

  He stood, and as he kissed me, he started stroking me. “You know how tempting it was to just push you over my desk and do you right there?”

  Oh. God.

  “Don’t know. But I think you need to take me in the bedroom and—”

  “Good idea. Now.”

  My legs weren’t quite cooperating, and my head was so fucked that I had to actually think about where my bedroom was, but I stayed upright and didn’t take him into the kitchen or something stupid like that.

  As soon as we were in my bedroom, I kicked off my jeans and helped him out of his clothes—not that I was very helpful when I was kissing and groping him the whole time. Somehow, though, he went from dressed to naked, and the heat of his skin against mine was mind-blowing.

  I dragged him down onto my bed. He settled between my legs as his lips skated all over my neck.

  “Swear to God,” he breathed against my throat, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move tomorrow.”

  A long moan escaped my lips as I arched under him. “Yeah. Please.”

  He growled something and kissed my neck again.

  From where I was happily pinned beneath him, I reached for the nightstand drawer, but it was too far away. Damn it.

  He lifted himself up, and his gaze followed my arm. Grinning, he said, “Need something out of there?”

  “You think?”

  Will chuckled. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across the inside of my elbow. That should not have been hot. It had no right to be. How the— Oh fuck, it was.

  I shivered under him. “Condoms. C’mon.”

  He gave that spot another lick, grinned when I moaned, and then reached for the drawer.

  Just like when he was getting undressed, I was probably more hindrance than help. He didn’t seem to mind, though—as he fumbled with putting on the condom, he didn’t object at all to my kisses, or my hands all over him, or me teasing his balls. His breathing was more rapid now, and I swore his skin was getting hotter, but he made no move to stop me.

  Not until—

  “Turn over,” he ordered, and lifted himself up to give me room. “Now.”

  My bones had turned to something a lot less sturdy, but somehow, I managed to get onto my elbows, then my side, and—

  And Will shoved me the rest of the way onto my stomach. I landed with a grunt. His knee roughly pushed my thighs apart. I grabbed the sheets. Oh yeah. Yeah, this was what I’d been fantasizing about.

  C’mon, c’mon, more . . .

  His weight wasn’t on me, but it was over me. I could feel him—the warmth of his skin, the sheer presence of him—and it was hot and addictive and not nearly enough. Not even when he slid his thick lubricated cock between my ass cheeks.

  I spread my legs farther, willing myself to be patient as he eased himself in. He teased a little until I was taking the head without resistance, and then he slowly slid his entire length inside me. Holy fuck. No wonder I couldn’t leave well enough alone. As if everything he did wasn’t already mind-blowing, his cock was the perfect fit for me. Big enough to feel it, without being so big that he had to be extra careful not to bruise something vital. He was thick enough to take my breath away without feeling like he might split me in half. He could thrust all the way in, slam that thing home, and it would hurt, but not hurt. Exactly the way I liked it.

  Then, once I was taking him easily, he used his weight to encourage me down onto my stomach. My favorite position. I loved this. Loved nothing more than a man stretched out over me, as much skin touching skin as possible, while he fucked me.

  He found a slow, smooth pace, not pulling out more than an inch or two before pushing back in, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. And the way he kissed my neck and shoulder? How his strokes made my dick rub against the mattress? The hot huffs of breath across my skin? There was apparently some reason we shouldn’t have been doing this, but hell if I could put my finger on it right then.

  “God, yeah,” I breathed. “M-more.”

  A soft growl vibrated against the back of my neck, and then he thrust hard, knocking the breath out of me. “Like that?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Another deep thrust. I braced for more, but he stopped. All the way inside me, hips planted firmly against my ass, he whispered, “Beg for it.”

  “Will . . .” I tried to rock my hips, but couldn’t go anywhere. “Ungh . . .”

  His lips and breath brushed my ear. “Beg for it, sir.”

  A strangled moan slipped past my lips. When I’d joked about that earlier, it had sounded kinda hot, but now that he actually did it—now that he’d called me sir in bed while he was making me beg for his dick—my brain went haywire.

  “C’mon, sir,” he purred, letting his stubbled chin graze my neck. “You want it or not?”

  I managed to untie my tongue enough to speak, but before I could, he withdrew a little and thrust in again. Everything blurred. Holy hell, I was going to come if one of us so much as breathed the wrong way. Right way? Whatever. I let go of another choked sound—something between a whimper and what might’ve been a curse if I’d still been able to form words—and clawed at the sheets.

  He laughed and pressed a long kiss to my neck. “Tell me you want it or I’ll stop.” As if to prove his point, he started slowly pulling out.

  “No, don’t stop!” The words tumbled off my tongue. “Please don’t stop.”

  He eased back inside. “Then tell me what you want.” He flicked his tongue against my earlobe. “If you want it, sir, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

  “Can’t . . . talk.”

  Another laugh, one I felt more than heard. “Can’t talk?” He moved his hips just enough to draw my attention to the thick cock buried in my ass. “Why not?”

  “Feels . . . too good.”

  “Oh, that’s what I like to hear.” The husky voice gave me goose bumps. His hips started rocking a little more, keeping all those nerve endings stimulated and me frustrated. “But I really want to hear you—”

  “Please,” I whined. “Fuck me.”

  “How do you want me to fuck you?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. “Hard. Please, fuck me hard.”

  He took his sweet time pulling out, and panic shot through me.

  “Don’t pull out,” I pleaded. “C’mon, please, I want—”

  He forced himself back in, sending a shockwave of pure bliss right through me, and before I could reclaim the breath I’d lost, he did it again. And again. And again.

  Every thrust knocked another single word out of me. “Please. Yeah. More. Fuck.”

  “Oh God,” he breathed. “You like that?”

  “F
uck yeah.”

  “You like it, sir?”

  The sound that escaped my throat was barely human, but he must’ve understood the emphatic yes it had tried to be, because he kept right on fucking me while I gripped the bed for dear life.

  “Look at yourself,” he purred, pulling my head back. “In the mirror.”

  I forced my eyes open. I’d all but forgotten the closet doors in here were mirrored, but damn, there we were. And, holy shit, he was beyond sexy like this.

  He was so collected and professional in uniform. Hell, his soothing demeanor had calmed me down when I’d thought Jenna’s husband might try to smash in my skull. Like this, though? When lust took over and he was riding my ass? He turned into a wild animal. One whose single-minded goal was to fuck, deep and hard, until he came. Until we both did.

  I could seriously get hooked on that.

  Fuck, who was I kidding? I was seriously hooked on it.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Yeah, you are.” Eyes locked on mine in the mirror, he kissed the side of my neck, and my vision blurred. I shuddered. Whimpered. Tried to breathe if only because I didn’t want to pass out. And—

  Came.

  Hard.

  My eyes rolled back, my body tensed and released at the same time, and Will groaned in my ear as he pounded me until he shuddered too. That groan became a strangled “Fuck” before a hot huff of breath rushed past my neck, and he relaxed.

  When the dust finally settled, we were sprawled next to each other. I didn’t know when he’d gotten rid of the condom, or when I’d wiped the cum off myself and the bed, but somehow, here we were.

  My whole body throbbed, and the epicenter of that throbbing was my ass. I would feel this tomorrow. Absolutely. Just like I had the first time.

  Will panted beside me, sweat dripping down his face. His chest hair was plastered to his flushed skin, and his lips were a little swollen. With the way we’d been kissing earlier, mine probably were too. And, dear God, he was gorgeous.

  “I’m pretty sure they don’t know who I am,” he slurred after a while, “but it’s a safe bet your neighbors know someone’s doing you.”