Men In Uniform Anthology

by Delilah Devlin

  “Have a thing for law enforcement, Faith?” The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk.

  “Seems I have a thing for you.” She lifted her lids higher, like she was amused. “The uniform doesn’t hurt.”

  He threw his head back, laughing. Had sex ever been joyful before? She didn’t know. Faith finished stripping him down, taking her time to really touch him every second of the experience. He didn’t rush her, hardly made a sound at all, but she knew she had his total attention. His gaze never left her.

  Finally, she reached out to stroke his cock. It was hard and if possible bigger than she’d remembered it to be even overnight. In any case, she hadn’t exaggerated how big he was in her mind. She moved to cup him, one last stroke before she took him in her mouth. Oral sex had never been her favorite thing to do, but then she’d never been with anyone like Wyatt before. This was going to be a pleasure.

  He grabbed on to her arm. “Take your pants off first, will you?”

  “This is about me putting my mouth on you. You pleasured me yesterday. My turn.”

  He nodded. “Oh, believe me, honey, I’m not saying no. I just…I’d love to see you do it naked. Only if you want to.”

  He wanted to see her naked? Yes, she could do that. Happily. Easily. She finished undressing, finally sliding her undies off her legs. He put one hand on her thigh, squeezing her slightly. The gentle touch did nothing to soothe the molten heat inside her, instead spurring her forward.

  She moved back to where she’d been. His cock stood erect, almost like it called out for her attention. She stroked him once more to feel his heat in her hands. Starting at his balls, she ran her hand the length of him. His neck arched against the bed. Yes, he’d liked that. Wyatt made her feel powerful. She was going to revel in the sensation.

  She took him in her mouth. In the books she sometimes read, the women could do this all at once. Deep-throating, they called it. Well, maybe she wasn’t experienced enough at this, but she couldn’t manage it. Or maybe Wyatt was just that big. In any case, she could only manage to take him down her throat a little bit at a time. It didn’t matter. His hips surged off the bed, spurring her on. She ran her hand the rest of the way she couldn’t fit.

  It must have felt good, because his moans got louder. She lost track of time. Making him feel good? She loved it. She lost herself to the act of fucking him. Minutes passed, maybe. The more she went on, the hotter she got inside. Sweat broke out on her body.

  She loved this

  Wyatt sat up, touching the top of her head. “Faith. Please. Inside you. That was…”

  She let go of him. Sometime she’d get to do that again and finish him off. She was sure of it. There would be another time. This was only the beginning. They still had to have dinner. But for now she’d gotten to feast on him, and she’d never forget it.

  “Condom.” He pointed toward his pants. “In my wallet.”

  “I have some.” On a fluke when she got divorced she’d bought some at the grocery store. She reached over to the drawer next to her bed and pulled one out. She handed it to him, and while she readjusted herself, he sheathed himself in it using his shaking hands.

  She took those hands in hers and brought them to her mouth. “I love that I have this effect on you.”

  He flipped her under him. Apparently the let Faith play with him as she saw fit portion of this was over. Wyatt stared down at her. “You’re so beautiful.”

  She felt that way when he looked at her. Faith had heard that expression before but never really understood it until then. He slipped a finger inside her. “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. You’re wet. I want it this way.”

  This time when he flipped her over it was so she could face the bedpost. “You’re going to make me dizzy with all this flopping around.”

  He nuzzled her neck for a second. “I love this spot on you. Sorry, you’ve made me half crazed, woman.”

  There was that word again. “I thought I was the crazy one.”

  “No, that’s me when I can’t be around you.”

  He pushed himself inside her and as her body stretched to accommodate him, she leaned her head back around his shoulder. His hands came around, stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples. Every squeeze sent jolts of electricity through her.

  She cried out, his cock stroking against her clit while he moved. In this position, he could go deep inside her. She almost couldn’t stand the pleasure. It bordered on too much.

  He whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you, Faith.”

  And she knew that he did. It didn’t take long. She exploded around him. As he followed her into the bliss, peace filled her soul. Everything was going to be all right.

  She just knew it.

  …

  Faith lay against Wyatt’s side, just breathing.

  He moved slightly, his eyes opening. She’d thought he’d fallen asleep, but maybe he was just resting. Wyatt smiled at her. “Hey there, beautiful.”

  “Hey there, handsome.” She wrapped her arms around his side. “I may have to get a sitter when we finally get to go to dinner.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Or I could come over and cook you all dinner. I’ll even keep my hands to myself, somehow, with the girls around.”

  “You cook?” She hated thinking of him keeping his hands to himself. If teenagers could hide from their parents for quickies their parents didn’t know about, could single moms of twelve-year-old girls? She was going to have to figure this out.

  He nodded. “I do. In a million years, I wouldn’t have imagined this, Faith.”

  “What? That you’d end up in bed with me? A woman whose ex-husband devoted an inordinate amount of time to constructing a scheme to make her think she was nuts?”

  He leaned up on his elbow, running his finger over the bottom of her lip. “That I’d be here with you. A girl I couldn’t have imagined even talking to me when we were in high school.”

  She loved the sound of his voice. Slow, deep, thoughtful. “You weren’t talking to me, either, Wyatt. I wouldn’t have not spoken back to you. I was shy.”

  He shook his head. “Is that so?”

  “That’s so.”

  He rolled her underneath him. “Let’s see about shy.”

  She grinned. Faith hadn’t had to kill any aliens, and now she had the hot sheriff in her bed. It was a pretty fabulous end to a weird week.

  …

  Two years later

  The sound of hammers whacking wood greeted Wyatt as he got out of his truck and made his way up to the house. There was never a time he didn’t stop to appreciate that he actually lived there and had a family waiting for him on the other side of the doors. Even when there was also a construction crew greeting him at the end of the day.

  House renovations took time and sucked up income, but at the end of them the house would finally look the way he and Faith wanted it to. It would signal to the world that Faith’s troubles were over. There was a new sheriff in town. He shook his head at his own ridiculous internal monologue going on.

  The door swung open, and the girls rushed out. Kelly-Jo and Kaci yapped at each other.

  “Hi, Wyatt,” Kelly-Jo called out to him. She was the chattier of the two. Kaci waved her hand in the air.

  “Where are you two going?”

  A car pulled up. Aimee Monroe gave him a thumbs-up that he promptly returned even though doing so felt sort of ridiculous, and the girls climbed into the car with her daughter. The woman had a tendency to speed. As his stepdaughters rode off, he sighed. He knew too much about his neighbors. It was amazing he didn’t lock Faith and the girls in the house just to demand they stay safe.

  “Hey, hot stuff.” Faith leaned against the house, her stomach starting to show the little one inside her. Neither one of them had really believed she would get pregnant, since they were both older. But the baby was on the way.

  He grinned at her. “Hi, love. How was your day?”

  He’d wanted peace, and he’d found it. And it was sw
eeter than he ever could have imagined.

  Acknowledgments

  Nothing gets written in a vacuum. My deepest thanks to Carmen for asking me to part of this project, Alethea for saying yes, and everyone at Entangled for making this such a wonderful time. As always, an incredible shout out to Ripley Proserpina for being the best critique partner in the universe. My love to my readers who have given me ten years of all my dreams coming true.

  About the Author

  As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework.

  I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

  I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

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  TWO FOR THE ROAD

  BISOU DEVIE

  Chapter One

  As an on-set paramedic, Ion Kontis had been in some pretty crazy situations.

  The sex club last week where a few scenes of a new Liam Fergusson movie were being shot definitely ranked up there as a top-ten favorite to date. That guy could act no matter what he had to do…and man, did he do some remarkable things with whipped cream and rope.

  Ion drove to Barron Canyon Trail; the sight was nothing short of spectacular. It was where he’d lost his virginity when he was fifteen, on a camping trip put on by his church, of all things.

  The parking area was full, the movie crew having been there a few hours already to set up so they could start shooting at first light. Ion parked on a tiny patch of dirt near the edge of the lot next to a Jeep that had the license plate BEAUTYQN on it and hopped out.

  Taking in a deep breath, he let the scent of moss and rich, peaty dirt fill his lungs. This was home, where he loved being over anywhere else. Nature. It never lied and made no promises.

  Slamming the door to the medi-van, Ion had the strongest urge to take a leak. It had been three hours and two large Timmies coffees since he’d last gone. He was due.

  Taking a quick look around, Ion walked up to the dirt mound by the van and moved in closer to the bush to avoid being seen. Not that he cared, really. But there could be kids running around, though he highly doubted it at this early hour.

  “Hello? Can someone help me, please? I’m being attacked by…furry creatures!”

  Furry creatures? This sounded like bad B movie-type script writing.

  A few long strides in and Ion laid eyes on what had to be a movie extra. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she wore a denim skirt, tank top, and heels that were too high for navigating the backwoods of Ontario.

  That the woman could walk on the forest ground without sinking in and tripping face-first was a miracle in itself.

  Extra. Definitely an extra.

  “Those things are blocking my way to the restroom,” she said, pointing at Ion from behind the tree she was currently holding on to for dear life. Maybe this was a scene in the movie.

  “You mean the raccoons?” Ion asked, taking a few steps toward her.

  “The what? Is that what they look like? Never seen one in person before. Jesus, don’t those things have rabies? I cannot get rabies. Are you the park warden? If so, I want to lodge a complaint. These things shouldn’t be let to run free like this. What if somebody gets hurt?”

  Oh God, this was definitely a setup or a scene he’d just walked in on. Jimmy was behind this, wasn’t he? He’d worked with Jimmy on a few movies now, and he’d become known as the movie-set prankster. He’d have to buy him a beer later tonight for this one, and maybe some nachos from that little place by the lights in town, because this was too fucking funny.

  “Did you hear me? You over there, hello. My last name is Atwood. In case you need it for my death certificate.”

  “Atwood? Are you related to Margaret, by chance?”

  “How do you know about Margaret?”

  “Well, I mean, most Canadians who can read do know about Margaret.”

  “I know that woman has a name for herself, but all of Canada? Could this day get any worse?” She slumped down along the length of the tree and sat in a squat-like position with her head against the bark. “It’s official. I hate Canada.”

  “I’m going to ignore you saying that,” said Ion with a tsk tsk and playful shake of his head. “Margaret’s one of our most beloved writers, so of course we know about her.” He reached out a hand around the tree Jill was still clinging to. “Come on, the raccoons are gone now. You scared them away. I can wait here for you while you…do your business.”

  “Ohhhh, hold on, you mean Margaret Atwood, as in the writer, Handmaid’s Tale and all that. Love that show. Not sure I can watch season two. Never read the book, though.”

  Somehow that didn’t surprise Ion, based on the ten minutes he’d already spent with the woman. Sexy as she was, she wasn’t that bright, or so it seemed. “Figures,” he said, eyeing her up and down, taking in the tight denim skirt that hugged her curvy ass, and two-inch heels. He’d bet money she was American. California specifically. Los Angeles, even more precisely. He had a knack for this. She was probably an extra on the movie. Thank God he was just filling in for his buddy.

  Today was his last day, then it was back to his regular gigs in the city.

  Jill had no idea what a Canadian “forest” was really like, did she? Women like that were not his taste, not at all, no way. Not even for a quick fuck, good as it might be to have those silky, smooth legs wrapped around his head while he… If she couldn’t get dirty and handle nature, then she was probably going to be all tightly wound in the sack and unwilling to experiment. Double no thanks.

  “I was talking about my Aunt Margaret, who runs a pot commune in California. Where I’m from.”

  Bingo. Right country, right state. Wrong Margaret.

  “I’m not even going to ask, though I’m sure it’s a helluva story. Listen, I have to get up to the canyon for this shoot I’m on. Are you wanting me to wait for you or not, Jill Atwood from California who is not related to Margaret Atwood, great Canadian writer?”

  Jill lifted herself up and wiped away the dirt that had clung to her forehead.

  “My name’s Ion Kontis, and I have to get to work.” With that, he walke
d on ahead to the top of the canyon, leaving Jill alone in the “wilds” of Algonquin Park to figure shit out for herself in her heels and city sensibility.

  It was going to be a long day. Staying out of her way was all he had to do.

  Simple enough, right?

  Chapter Two

  Hate it here. Canada sucks.

  And the guys are assholes, though pretty fucking hot.

  GO OUT WITH DUSTIN! Love you xoxo

  Jill hit send.

  Message failed. Try again later.

  “What the fuck is this?” Lifting her phone to the sky, as if willing the gods to make technology happen in the backwoods of an Ontario forest, she hit send again and stared at the phone, willing it to work.

  Message failed. Try again later.

  “How do you people live here?” Jill wailed, her phone falling to the soft ground of the forest floor.

  “No cell service out here, and if there is, it’s patchy at best. Another lovely perk to being in the great outdoors.” Ion picked up Jill’s phone and held it out for her. “So, I take it you work on set?”

  Grabbing the bejeweled phone by the gold tassel hanging from it, Jill stepped closer to Ion, so close she could smell the faintest hint of some delicious scent coming off him. Nature boy wore quite a city cologne. Interesting contradiction.

  “I’m not lost, and really, are you always this big of a dick to people you meet? First you leave me stranded in the wilds down there and don’t offer to bring me back up here,” she said, waving her arms around the movie setup, “and now you’re poking fun at me because of where I come from. I think that’s like an ist of some kind. I could report you.”

  Hands on his hips, Ion let out the loudest laugh that had him tilting his head backward…which only tightened the T-shirt across his chest, a chest Jill could easily tell through the fine white cotton was formed and muscled and so very…no, not going there, she thought to herself.

  And tasty, she finished thinking. God, she wanted to run her tongue across those rock-hard pecs… Rock-hard? Who was she becoming? All this fresh air was getting to her head. No men, remember? She’d made a pact.