by Elle Aycart
Mike harrumphed but couldn’t hide his amusement. He lifted his small grandma in his arms. “The luggage?”
“In the hallway. I’ll bring it to your truck,” Rachel offered.
In five minutes, they had the two grannies and their bags loaded. She waved goodbye to Mike and went back to sit with Wilma, who poured shots for both of them.
“Did you see Mike off?” At Rachel’s nod, Wilma continued, “What about the sheriff? Did you send him off too?”
Rachel choked on the liqueur, spitting it all over herself. “You saw him?”
“Dear, we’re a bit blind, not senile. The light in the kitchen was on, someone’s shirt was on the kitchen floor, and there’s no happy pill in the world that can imitate the aroma of Bolognese sauce. Did you manage to pull the stick out of his ass?”
Rachel choked again. “Grandma!”
“What? Just asking.”
“Hmm… Since when do you know about… the sheriff and me?” Thank God it was darkish, because she was frigging hot. Her face was probably beaming red.
“You were spending too much time together. And when you were drunk and he gave you a piggyback ride home, the way he looked at you…”
“What way?” They hadn’t been together then.
“Something in his eyes told me. Do you like him?”
Rachel didn’t hesitate. “I do. He’s so fun to be around.” And sexy. So damn sexy. And she loved the woman she was when he was around. Sex had never worked this well for her, but with Adrian, she felt wanton and free.
Yesterday, after the first bout of debauchery, she’d woken up on the couch after dark. She’d wrapped herself in the quilt and sneaked up the stairs to get dressed. She’d searched for lingerie, but she had none, so she’d put on cotton panties, a T-shirt, and shorts, and gone back down.
The first thing he’d said when he’d opened his eyes had been “Who gave you permission to get dressed?” Man, just remembering the predatory look in his eyes made her break into shivers. He’d stripped her of the shorts and panties, murmuring how sexy those were, and had fucked her sitting on the couch.
After that, she’d been ravenous. On wobbly legs, she’d gone into the kitchen to grab cold cuts and a baguette and then had coerced him to eat. Big mistake, because he’d replenished his strength. After eating her out, he’d flipped her over and she’d ended up on all fours on the couch while he stood and fucked her from behind. She’d never come in that position before. Not once, much less twice. She couldn’t say that anymore. She’d forgotten to check, but she was pretty sure her teeth marks might still be in the upholstery.
By the time they’d made it to bed, she’d been dead on her feet, so well-fucked she could have died happy and without a single complaint.
And today, in the kitchen, if the OGs hadn’t appeared… She got flustered just thinking about it.
“You remembering the sex?” Wilma whispered, leaning into her.
“Grandma!” she yelled.
Th old lady jumped, startled, her hand on her heart. “Jesus, Rachel. You scared the willies out of me. It’s been a while, like last century, but I have had sex.”
“I’m not going to discuss sex with you.”
Her grandmother shrugged, sipping more liqueur. “Is he the reason you refused to go on any more dates this past week?”
“Yes.” She’d tried bargaining with Adrian. After all, checking off LOLO list items in return for measly dates that meant nothing had been a great deal. He hadn’t seen it that way. Fuck the list, he’d said. We’ll manage. “You can’t tell Rebecca or Greta about me and Adrian. Not yet.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I could spill the beans to them today and by tomorrow we’d all have forgotten already. One thing I will tell you: it’s going to be great to have an officer of the law in the family,” Wilma mused. “He’ll have to be on our side. Family can’t testify against family.”
Rachel was pretty sure it didn’t work that way, but that was a battle for another day. “We haven’t made it that far yet. We might never make it. He doesn’t know much about me or my past.” Actually, he didn’t know much about her present either. About her relationship with Josh, her studies, and her dealings in Boston. She couldn’t come clean about one of those without uncovering the rest, and she still hadn’t mustered the courage to open that can of worms.
After making sure all her schoolbooks were safely put away, she’d forgotten about her notes on basic anatomy and first aid in the kitchen. Thank God he hadn’t seemed that interested.
Wilma patted her on the back. “That’s in the past. Everyone has the right to make mistakes.”
Maybe, but she’d made more than one. “I don’t know, Grandma. He’s… prejudiced.”
“Rachel, you’re the best grandchild anyone could dare ask for. You’re pretty, funny, compassionate. Independent. A great professional. There’s nothing you’re lacking, baby. He’ll never find a better woman. If he can’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”
She hugged her grandmother. “Thank you.” The old lady meant it, Rachel knew, but it was exactly that unconditional love that blinded Wilma from seeing her granddaughter for what she was. Or had been.
Rachel doubted Adrian’s love would be that blind.
Chapter Eleven
Adrian got out of his patrol car and walked toward Rachel’s garage. He’d been back on duty for a couple of days, walking boot included. He wasn’t yet at 100 percent, but he needed something to do, because being on sick leave and waiting for Rachel to be free was damn hard on his nerves. They’d been sneaking out to Boston whenever they could for some alone time, but those dates weren’t as satisfying as having her at his place or him at hers, wearing only underwear and throwing popcorn at the TV. They’d tried that once or twice since the OGs’ return, but they’d ended up hiding from their three punks and Sara, who loved his PlayStation too much. At Wilma’s, it was even more difficult to spend quality time together because the OGs were totally unpredictable, changing their plans at the drop of a hat. He and Rachel always had to be ready to duck and hide. And he was sick of hiding, so sick he didn’t even remember why they’d settled on hiding in the first place. They were both adults, right?
XL, Ash, and Monti were already in the shop. Aside from the afternoons when they had combat training with Mike, they were with Rachel every day, fixing cars and working on their project.
XL nodded at him. “Looking for Grease Barbie? She’s in the back. Either in her office or in the storage room.”
“Got it.” He passed by the office. Empty. The storage room—closet, really—was at the far end of the garage.
“Back in uniform?” Julian asked, lifting his head from under the hood of a car.
“Yep.”
“Rachel’s back there.”
Maybe Adrian was dropping by too often if they didn’t ask why he’d come.
Entering the room, he saw her up on a stool, inspecting some black pieces from a basket on top of a metal shelf. She was wearing a skin-tight black T-shirt and blue coveralls, arms knotted at the waist.
He approached her from the back, realizing they were the same height now that she was standing on the stool. While he nuzzled her neck, he reached for her hands, ready to stop her from elbowing him. Startling Rachel was always risky business.
She didn’t, though. Softly laughing, she turned around. “You smell too fancy, Sheriff. You stand any place in my garage and everyone can sniff you from afar.”
He wouldn’t know. He didn’t notice the scent of grease or oil anymore. God, for someone who’d always sworn by Hugo Boss, this state of affairs was pretty disturbing. “Were you waiting for me in here?”
She encircled his neck with her hands and kissed him. “I’d love to say yes, but I came for some bolts.” Kissing her, as always, got out of hand fast. “Give me a second and I’ll be done, baby.” She turned around and continued rummaging in the basket.
Fuck, she was sexy. He took a step forward, pressing his body agai
nst hers, blowing at the strands of hair tickling his face. He slipped his hands under her T-shirt and cupped both breasts, his growing erection wedged between her ass cheeks.
She didn’t take offense. She flung her head back onto his shoulder. “Horny, huh?” By the sound of her voice and the way she was undulating against his cock, he wasn’t the only one.
He missed fucking her, true, but that wasn’t all. He missed spending time with her as a couple. This shit about keeping it secret wasn’t working for him anymore. He didn’t care who knew. And all the men around her, joking and being friendly, bugged the living shit out of him. He needed them to know she was his woman, before he ended up in jail for murder.
Rachel reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands, and Adrian lost his train of thought. He undid the knot at her waist and pulled the coveralls down to her ankles, all the time kissing and nipping the skin on her neck. Her shorts and undies went down next, and he groaned in agony when he found her wet and swollen.
“Fuck, this is crazy,” he muttered, barring the door with some pipe. But that thought didn’t have any real executive power behind it. As soon as he blocked the door, he unzipped, got himself in hand, and positioned his cock at her entrance.
The glide in went slowly. Her legs couldn’t spread much with the clothes pooled at her feet, and she was wet, but not as drenched as he needed to slide right in. The roughness, though, had its appeal. “More,” she said with a gasp. Her legs trembled, but she pushed back.
“I got you, babe. Don’t worry.” He reached over and rubbed her clit until her behind was flush against his groin and he was fully seated in her. “God, you feel good. So fucking hot, you’re burning my cock alive.” And then it dawned on him: he’d forgotten protection. He froze in shock but couldn’t slid out; his body wouldn’t let him. “Rachel, we forgot the latex.”
She stilled too. Pressed her legs together. Fuck, not helping. “Are you fucking me bareback?”
“Sorry,” he whispered against her neck. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I totally forgot.” Which had never happened to him before. He slid a bit out but then slid back in. Moaning, she grabbed his behind, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Put one on,” she said after a long second. “Pronto.”
“I don’t have condoms, Grease Barbie. Believe it or not, I didn’t come here to fuck you,” he muttered. “And there’s no pocket in the standard uniform for contraception.”
“No condom? You kidding me?” she whispered. They continued moving slowly, her hands on his ass, his on her nipples.
“Dead serious.”
“Are you clean, Boomer?” she asked, her head again resting on his shoulder.
“Yes, baby. You?” He punctuated the last word by ramming in a bit harder.
“Clean too.” She dug her nails into his ass, her pussy gripping him. “You can’t come inside me—you know that, right?”
“Yes. I know.”
“Then fuck me.” She finished in a purr as he pinched her nipples. He steeled himself. Not coming inside her was going to be pure torture.
He wanted to make it last, but her legs were almost pressed together around his cock. With every outstroke, her pussy clenched as if refusing to let go of him, and thrusting back in was torturously slow, with her core refusing to yield to his invasion. So fucking hot.
In no time, though, he was holding her by her waist and pistoning inside her, while her hands were on the shelf, holding on for dear life. Suddenly she went rigid and came on his cock, squeezing him in wrenching pulses. He gritted his teeth and covered her mouth while she orgasmed, muffling her scream. When she regained her bearings, she tried to move, but he stopped her.
“Don’t. Give me a second. I’m holding on by the thinnest of threads.”
Rachel leaned her head back, and he kissed her on the cheek. “That was spectacular.”
“It’s all you, baby,” he admitted. “You do this to me.”
She chuckled and he grimaced at the movement. “Sorry, Sheriff.”
It took a second, but with a groan of pain, he managed to slide out without coming.
She pulled her pants up and her shirt down. Turning to face him, she kissed him passionately. “Best surprise sex ever.”
Right. He grabbed her hair and took command of the kiss, which she accepted, melting into it.
If they continued kissing and touching, his cock was never going to go down enough for it to be caged in his pants, so he stepped away from her.
“You need help?” she whispered, reaching for it.
“Nah. I’ll survive.”
But she didn’t listen to him. She pushed him against the door, went on her knees, and took his cock in her mouth, as deep as it could go, and, sucking, pulled back. Then in again, her sweet hand holding the base of his shaft. Shit. Gritting his teeth wasn’t going to help.
His radio going off almost gave him a heart attack. They both stilled. “Sheriff. You’re needed in the office.”
He remained immobile, but Rachel didn’t, continuing to give him head. Grimacing, he pressed the talk button and cleared his throat. “I’m at the garage. Send Jensen.”
“You getting your car serviced, Chief?”
Rachel literally chuckled against his cock. “What?” she mouthed at his stern look.
“You okay?” Holly asked. “Your voice sounds strained. Foot hurting?”
“Foot’s fine.”
“He’s a bit indisposed at the moment.” Rachel spoke loud enough for Holly to hear. “He’s overdoing it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Don’t let him spend too much time standing, okay?” Holly said.
“Will do,” Rachel answered.
“Copy and out.” Adrian turned off the radio. Rachel smiled at him and then swallowed his cock to the base, sucking and licking again and again, until he was out of his mind and couldn’t hold out any longer. He wasn’t sure what the options were, so he pulled her hair and when he got her attention, he fought to get the words out. “Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have a second to move away.”
With her gaze fixed on his, she worked his cock even harder, and that did it. Holding her head against him, he went over, shuddering at the intense pleasure and filling her mouth with cum. Without breaking eye contact, she swallowed every single drop. Then she licked her lips and stood up. Fuck. Shit. If it were possible for a man to orgasm twice, he would have. His legs buckled. Thank God for the door.
He hugged her. “You just killed me.” For some reason, she found that statement amusing. “How long do you reckon we’ve been in here?”
“Don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. No one knocked on the door, and your thugs are always so enthralled by the cars that they spend literally hours not noticing the world around them.”
This cramped closet of a room was as good a place as any. “We need to talk, Rachel.”
“What’s up, Sheriff?”
He rested his chin on her head and spoke, “This isn’t really working for me.”
She tried to untangle herself from his arms. “Are you dumping me? After sex?”
“What? No, of course not,” he said, holding her by her upper arms. By the look on her face, she was about to bolt. He kissed her lips. “I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I don’t want to keep our relationship a secret.”
She blinked a couple of times, startled. “This was a ‘for the time being’ hookup. If people know we have a thing, breaking up is going to be more complicated. More for you than for me. The second the OGs find out about us, they’ll have big plans for you. Ask Kyra and Mike. Those three grannies meddle like you wouldn’t believe. Whatever happens between us, we’ll have to give explanations.”
For some reason, hearing her talk about their relationship as a ‘“for the time being’ hookup” and “a thing” instead of acknowledging there was something more between them rubbed him the wrong way.
And he could deal with the OGs and all the stuff
that came along with them. They already looked funny at him, though that could be his imagination.
“And sex won’t be easier to have in Alden,” she continued. “We’d have to sneak around for that too. Even more than now, because we’ll be watched 24/7.”
“This isn’t about being able to have more sex. This is about being able to be seen together and date publicly, without having to hide.” Of course, he wouldn’t turn down having more sex, but that was secondary.
She frowned. “You were the one who clearly stipulated the limits, Boomer. Only sex, remember?”
Yeah, he remembered. That he wanted more than fucking surprised him as much as anybody else. “Sex is not enough. Why? Is it enough for you?”
It took centuries for her to answer, or so it seemed to him. She shook her head. “I do like spending time with you. The drawbacks are too big, though.”
“I don’t think so, Grease Barbie.”
She patted his chest, very much unconvinced. “Let’s discuss it tonight, okay?”
Fine by him. “I’ll come pick you up when you close the shop.” And he’d bring along a list of irrefutable points why they should no longer date in secret.
They sneaked out of the storage room. As luck would have it, Julian wasn’t around and Rico was in the office. So far so good. When they reached XL and the other two, Adrian asked them how they were doing and chitchatted with them. By the time he said his goodbyes, Julian was back and Rico had left the office. And Josh, the opportunistic asshole, had parked his ride in front of the building and was walking toward Rachel.
He’d better leave now. Nodding in farewell, Adrian walked several steps toward his car when a loud whistle stopped him. He turned around. It was XL, motioning for Adrian to check the back of his pants. He couldn’t see anything, but Ash pointed toward the big mirror in the wall of the garage. Holy fuck, on the back of his light gray pants, he was sporting two handprints, one on each ass cheek.
His kids were laughing their butts off. Julian and Rico too. Even Josh looked amused.
Fine. He walked back in and went to Rachel. Cupping her neck, he kissed her deep and hard in front of everyone. “Sorry, baby. The cat is out of the bag. The proof is on my ass. Deal with it.” Then he turned to Josh. “My woman. Stop finding any excuse to touch her.”
