by Lora Leigh
She sucked harder. His balls tightened.
“Sam … Oh Jesus!” She took him even deeper and swallowed as his climax splintered and his hot seed spurted into her mouth. Her mouth pulled and milked him until he lay still, gasping for breath, his body coated with a sheen of sweat as she took her time licking his cock clean.
He reached for her and pulled her into his arms. “You okay, sugar?” he murmured against her hair. His hand moved over her breast, and she closed her eyes, drinking in the spirals of pleasure.
“Mm-hmm.” She laid her hand over his as it stroked her breast, teasing her nipple.
She loved it when he did that.
He slid one leg between hers, his hands caressing her as he kissed her neck. He knew just how to touch her and just how to kiss her to make her yearn for more. His lips found hers, and she let herself get caught up in the pleasure, the intensity of his kiss. Slowly sliding against him, damp with sweat and arousal, she rode his thigh and enjoyed the way his body felt under her fingertips.
When she felt his hard cock press against her hip, she gasped. “You’re hard? Again? Already?”
He tilted his head, deepening his kiss.
“It seems…” He kissed down her jaw, “… that I can’t…” nibbled her neck, licked her collarbone, “… get enough of you.”
He adjusted his body till he was lying over her, nuzzling his face between her plump breasts, inflaming her skin with each flick of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth. The weight of him only added to her arousal. She raised a leg and thrust her hips forward, pressing against his hard thigh as his lips finally closed over one eager nipple. She cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders.
“Sweet Sam,” he said against her aching flesh.
She arched up, giving him better access. His hand slowly moved down her stomach to comb through the soft curls of her mound. She shuddered as he cupped her and dipped his fingers into the drenched folds.
“Hunter, please.” She moved her body against his hand; the feel of his rough skin against her slick tender flesh almost sent her over.
Suddenly he took her wrists and placed her arms above her head, then kissed her mouth. “Be still or I’ll handcuff you.”
“You wouldn’t…” Her denial was cut off by the dark expression on his face. The air left her lungs and her eyes fluttered closed as his finger slipped inside of her and found her G-spot. She couldn’t help moving against his fingers.
“Oh … I can’t,” she cried out. “I can’t be still.”
“Look at me,” he murmured huskily as he withdrew his hand.
Opening her eyes, she looked up into his stormy eyes. He slid his cock into her as he licked her juices from his fingers. So slowly, making her feel every inch. She arched her back, bringing him deeper inside. She felt so filled, so engulfed, and still she wanted more of him.
“I said, be still.” He let his full weight press her into the mattress.
She was effectively pinned under him, and his mouth took possession of hers as he began to move. Deliberately drawing out every measured thrust, every gradual retreat, making her feel him. Anytime she tried to tilt her hips, he seated himself deep inside her and stopped. The pulse of his thick cock had her flexing the walls of her vagina, gripping him.
“Hunter.” His name was barely a whisper against his lips.
“Fuck.” He rose above her, watching her face as his hands glided over her breasts, her stomach. He grasped her hips. “Hold on to me, baby.”
He fucked her rhythmically, with a slow, burning passion that made her feel like she may burst into flames. It began as soft waves of pleasure pouring over her. She gripped his back as the climax tore through her. Hunter surged in and out of her body relentlessly, pushing her higher.
Her climax exploded with an intensity of ecstasy that took her breath away. Her senses were filled with only Hunter and the pleasure he gave her.
Just as the power of her orgasm decreased to a soft ripple of pleasure, Hunter reached between them, his finger rasped over her clit firmly. “Come with me, Sam.” Hunter groaned. Her nails dug into him as another orgasm crested and surged through her. Sharper this time and just as mind-blowing.
chapter fifteen
The clock radio woke Samantha from a sound sleep. Hunter must have set it for her. It appeared she’d met her match; his stamina and energy seemed limitless. The man had worn her out and that just would not do. Nope. Not at all.
The hot shower did wonders for her sore muscles so she took her time. Keeping it easy and simple would be best for her first day. She applied minimal makeup and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. Jeans and a tank top should be fine. It was gonna be a hot day. Maybe they’d have an extra uniform shirt to borrow until hers came in. If not, oh well. She wasn’t even sure how Hunter planned to assign her work.
The drive to the station gave her time to organize her thoughts. So far she’d been too distracted by Hunter and all the incredible things he could do with his mouth to get any solid work done. That was going to have to change. They had to focus on the investigation and stay alert.
“Hey, Ryder, you’re with me today,” Shane called out as she walked into the building. “On patrol.”
Samantha took off her sunglasses and squinted, waiting for her vision to adjust to the florescent lighting. How in the hell was she going to get anything done riding around the county with Warren? Not like she could stick with Hunter. That would be a red flag to anyone who might be paying attention, and there was a very real probability that someone was paying attention.
She plastered on a grin for Shane. “Cool.” He was really good looking in a sweet, adorable way.
“This here’s the locker room.” He gestured to the room off the hallway. “Just pick out one that doesn’t have a lock on it. I think we have a spare lock, I’ll go check.”
Turning into the locker room, she noticed, judging by the nameplate on his locker, Officer Joe Rodgers. She walked past him and stuffed her purse into an empty locker at the end of the row.
Ignoring the scowl on his face, she held out her hand. “You’re Rodgers, right? I’m Samantha Ryder. Just starting today.”
“Yeah. I know who you are,” Rodgers all but spat and ignored her hand.
“Problem?” Might as well meet the flack head-on and get it out of the way.
“I was just wonderin’ if you was plannin’ on puttin’ on some clothes.”
“Hey, I’d vote for tank tops on a day like today.” Shane returned and handed her the spare lock he’d found. “Anyway, her uniform is on order. So, she’s got a good excuse.”
Rodgers just shook his head with a derisive harrumph. “Yeah, I know what she’s up to.”
Samantha shut her locker and locked it before turning her attention to Rodgers.
“All right, Rodgers, let’s hear it. What am I up to?” She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. She could feel the anger rising, but she kept her expression stoic. This could be a good thing. Give him the rope with which to hang himself.
Too easy.
He jutted out his jaw and glared at her. “All’s you need to know is, I know. Decker knows too. Hell, we all see through you.”
Samantha tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, looking at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Rodgers, have you been drinking? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hell no, I ain’t been drinking. I don’t disrespect my uniform.” His gaze ran the length of her body and he smirked. “You just need to know we ain’t gonna put up with it.”
What exactly was “it”? Come on, Rodgers, get really mad. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, and we ain’t a bunch of idjits you can just come in here and handle with a swing of your ass either.”
Samantha hoped she was pulling off her smile. It felt more like a scowl. “Look, Rodgers, if your libido can’t handle working with a woman, then that’s your problem…”
“My libido ain’t interested in anything a little slut lik
e you has got!”
“Hey! Officer, that was inappropriate—” Shane started forward, but Samantha put up a hand to stop him.
Her smile faded. There were so many things she could say. She wanted to get in his face and cut him to shreds. Instead, she walked away with a wave of her hand.
“Whatever.” She walked out, punching Shane lightly on the arm as she passed him. “You eat breakfast yet?”
“Nope, there’s coffee. Hey, you okay?” he asked as he followed her out, concern filling his voice.
“Warren, it would take more than a crotchety, old, insecure man to ruin my mood today. You want to run by the Sonic when I get done with the sheriff?” she suggested as though the locker room confrontation was forgotten.
“That sounds good, sure.” Shane nodded, gave her a smile then started back to the front.
So Rodgers is a big mouth, Samantha mused. Good to know. His inability to keep his thoughts and temper in check may come in handy. She knocked on Hunter’s office door and waited.
“Come,” he snapped.
Hmm … what happened to that good mood, she thought as she stepped in. “You know I can’t do that on command.”
His expression softened as he lifted his gaze to hers. “You did last night.” He smirked. Well, damn, he had a point. “I have your new badge and a shirt for you.”
“Already?”
“Yep. I’ve got skills.” Hunter winked.
Samantha narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Indeed.”
Hunter chuckled as he handed her a new shirt. “This is a men’s medium. I think it will fit.”
She unwrapped the shirt and put it on. It fit just fine, a little lose around the middle but perfect across her chest. “So, I met Rodgers. He’s a hothead.”
Hunter’s expression was unreadable. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You know, that could be an advantage for us.” She buttoned up and tucked the shirt into her jeans. “He does not like me at all. It’d be easy to get him flustered and shootin’ off about things he doesn’t mean to blurt out.”
“Not a bad tactic,” he mused, though neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her using it.
“He seems to think that I’m up to something. Now that could be very innocuous, or he could be aware that I’m investigating my aunt’s death.”
Hunter rubbed his jaw. “Nah, I got a feelin’ Rodgers just might be in over his head. He’s been jumpier than a rattlesnake in a pickle barrel lately.”
A smile pulled at the corner of Samantha’s mouth at the colloquialism. “Well, I’ll be sure and keep my ears and eyes open around him.”
Without looking at her, Hunter nodded. “Good deal. Let’s just lay low today. You go on ahead and ride with Warren. He’ll get you up to speed pretty quickly.”
“I bet he will.” Samantha resisted smiling.
“Oh yeah?” Hunter met her gaze then and lifted a brow.
“Oh. Yeah. He’s a sweetheart and one hell of a sexy man.” She managed to sound completely serious.
“He’s no man, he’s a boy,” Hunter scoffed.
“But he has dimples, a nice ass and, mmm, so much potential.”
His smile faltered, his voice lowered. “He’s green and too young for you.”
Samantha kept her expression as blank as she could. “I bet he’s willing and eager to learn.” Samantha lowered her lids seductively on the word “eager” and Hunter’s frown deepened.
“Oh, I see.” Hunter narrowed his eyes. “You gonna raise him the way you want him, huh?”
Samantha shrugged. “That’s the best way.” She picked at a nail, trying to hide her smile.
“Problem with that, Sam baby, is you don’t know what you want.” He pushed away from the desk and sauntered to where she stood, looming over her. “So, see, after all that training and raisin’ up, all you’d have is a worn-out, confused, little boy and an unsatisfied Officer Sam.”
Samantha lost her resolve and laughed. “You think so? I don’t know. That’s the thing about getting them young.” She sucked in air through her teeth. “So much stamina. That’s a really good attribute in a man. I think I want stamina, Hunter.”
She knew Hunter was aware she was teasing. It had something to do with that grin that almost curved his lips before he jerked her against his hard body and kissed her breath away.
“I got your stamina, Sam,” he whispered low, his breath warm against her lips as he squeezed her ass. “Get to work,” he grumbled.
She chuckled low and rubbed against him seductively before taking a step away, turning on her heel, and heading for the door.
“And stop looking at Officer Warren’s ass.”
She grinned over her shoulder and waggled her brows at him. It was so much fun seeing him fight with himself.
“I mean it. That’s sexual harassment, Officer Ryder.” He grinned.
She waved a hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll behave.” She laughed.
Hunter … What was she going to do about that man? She loved getting him riled and that was no easy task. She was well aware of the fact that he could easily turn the tables on her. A sly smile flitted across her lips as she rebuckled her belt around her waist.
Everything in her wanted to sink into him and make him her world, but that was so damn dangerous, not to mention stupid. She had to keep her head clear and he fogged it up. The really scary thing about it was that honestly, she wanted more than anything to just surrender and let herself fall in love with him. If she did that, he would consume her. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t give herself over like some wide-eyed, fantasy-driven child.
“Hey.” Warren gave her a questioning glance as she got into the patrol car and sighed with disgust. “You okay?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, fine.” Samantha leaned down and turned the air up. “This heat is oppressive.”
“It’s the humidity. I’m sure being on patrol in Detroit is a lot more exciting than this is gonna be, huh?” he asked.
“I don’t know if I’d call it exciting. It can get boring too, in a different way.” Detroit seemed a world away now. A world she was not missing.
They pulled into Sonic and ordered. Warren filled her in on the day-to-day expectations. He told her all about the usual troublemakers between bites of their Breakfast Toasters.
“I’m sorry about what Rodgers said earlier. He and Decker are hot-headed rednecks.” There was a hint of worry in Shane’s gaze.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I can handle them,” she assured him.
“Yeah, I’m sure you can. They’re in tight with the mayor. They think that gives them some power. I just do my job and ignore ’em as best I can. Let the sheriff handle it. Ya know?”
“That’s the best thing to do,” she agreed.
“Yeah.” He nodded, wiped his mouth, and gathered the empty wrappers. “You want anything else?”
“Nah, I’m good.” There was some shady stuff going on and if it was that obvious that it was going on, then why had it been allowed to go on?
“Hey, you know your way around, don’t you?”
Samantha glanced at him. “Yeah, somewhat.”
“You wanna drive?”
“Sure.”
“Figured you might.” He chuckled. “You don’t seem like the ride-along type.”
That was the sincere truth.
Samantha hated being a passenger. She preferred being behind the wheel, in control. They changed seats, and after tossing their trash in the trashcan, Samantha pulled out.
“Probably gonna be a real slow day. I hope so. Gonna try to get the sheriff to let me off a little early.” He rubbed his hands together.
“Hot date?” She grinned, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Man, I hope so,” he said, smiling back sheepishly.
Samantha laughed, taking the curves smoothly. She missed these backwoods roads. The lush green that framed the two-lane road.
As suspected, the day had been slow. Just a couple of
speeding tickets, lunch at the café on the square, one fender bender, nothing too exciting. Warren was fun to ride with. They talked about his upcoming date and joked around. He really was great as the “good cop” to her “bad cop” thing with some kids that were trespassing at the quarry.
“Hey, turn up here, and we’ll work our way around and back to the station,” Warren suggested.
“All right, that’ll get us back early. I can file the reports if you want to head on home to get ready for your date.”
“Yes! You’re the best, Ryder.”
“Yeah, yeah. You owe me one.” She laughed and then her smile faded as the camper in front of them weaved a bit. “How long have we been following this rickety camper?” she asked, getting frustrated with the ten miles under the speed limit she was forced to drive.
“Not too long. They probably noticed us and they’re bein’ cautious.” He shrugged.
Samantha’s brows knit together. “A bit too cautious,” she murmured and straightened in her seat.
“Aw, you know how people get when a cruiser is behind ’em.” He smirked, cutting his eyes to her.
“Yeah, but I get a bad feeling about this one.” Samantha’s frown deepened.
This was definitely not good.
It wasn’t too much longer before the camper began to weave again. Maybe the driver was just tired, but she had a feeling either they were drunk or worse, nervous.
“I’m gonna pull them over and check them out,” Samantha said, hitting the lights.
“Okay, wouldn’t hurt.” He shrugged again, watching the camper closer.
The driver in the camper seemed to ignore her for a while. She doubted they didn’t see her. She hit the siren in short bursts twice, then again. Finally, they pulled over.
“Now look, don’t go in with a ball-bustin’ attitude. This could be a bona fide redneck. Rednecks tend to rebel for the fun of rebellin’. Hell, maybe I should go deal with it?” He was clearly nervous now.
Samantha gave him a sideways glance. “I’ve been a cop for a while. I’ve dealt with worse.” There was a little bite in her sarcasm.
