With a ringing in her ears and a smile on her face, Krista tucked her nose against the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. So manly, so sexy, so strong, soBrock.
Then, taking another risk, because tonight seemed to be a night for pushing past her comfort zone, she licked him. He was salty and tasted mildly of soap,and she wanted more. A whole hell of a lot more.
They sat there for a while in post-coital silence, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Their sweaty skin blossomed in gooseflesh as the chill of the house settled on tired, naked bodies.
“Wow,” she finally breathed, breaking the silence.
He grunted in response beneath her, his fingers dancing delicate and divine trails up her back. For a bossy jackass, he certainly had a sweet side when he wanted to.
“More of that for sure.”
Another grunt.
“Do you do more than just grunt? How about talk? I mean we’re living together, having a kid together, and now sleeping together, might as well get to know each other,” she said with a small laugh. Not even her laugh could force the virile strength of him from her body. If anything, he was growing harder. Could he go again?Already?
Brock cleared his throat, his face a mask of fierce alpha determination. “I fuck.” Then, without an ounce of warning, he pulled her off him, shoved her back into the plush couch and was back inside her, making her eyes shut and her entire body clench around him as she forgot all her questions and thought of nothing but how good it felt, how goodhefelt on top of her. Inside her. Surrounding her.
Chapter 6
Krista hadn’t even been paying attention to the days or weeks or how quickly they were ticking by. One minute, it was the November long weekend and the entire police station was taking part in the annual Remembrance Day ceremony downtown, and then the next they were getting their schedules at work for the Christmas holiday season, which was only two weeks away.
Despite beingorderedto disclose her pregnancy at work by her overbearing and bossy-ass roommate, she still hadn’t. She didn’t want to jeopardize her career by going on light duty too early. She knew what she was doing wasn’t right, and she’d probably catch shit for it when she finally started to show andhadto disclose her pregnancy, but for now she felt fine and needed the experience, despite how exhausted it left her each day.
On top of the pregnancy, back-to-back night shifts and the stress of being a rookie cop wore her down even more. The nausea was mostly gone, but now the hip and back pain were showing up, and that was almost worse than the puking.
Normally night shift sucked. Even on a good day, it sucked. You’d think it’d be quiet, what with most people sleeping, but no. Ruffians and hooligans of the most despicable kind tended to be nocturnal, preying on the weak and weary as they slept. And these last two night shifts had been particularly awful.
They’d brought in a man who had not only fled from the scene after breaking and entering a woman’s home and trying to force himself on her as she slept, buthe was also drunk and hostile. He nearly head-butted Krista when she finally managed to cuff him as they escorted him to the SUV. After she and Myles had booked him, he attempted to trip Krista and then kneed Myles in the crotch as they hauled him through the station. For a drunk guy, he was still surprisingly agile.
It was too bloody early in the morning/late in their shift for leniency, so for once, Krista didn’t begrudge the force Myles used when he tossed the douchebag into the holding cell.
“Sleep it off, motherfucker,” Myles grumbled, knuckling fatigue out of his eyes.
Krista nodded, stifling a yawn but failing miserably. They were just walking out of the cell when the man started to cough, like seriously, might-hack-up-a-lung cough. Both Myles and Krista paused. She lifted one eyebrow at him, which he returned with his own skeptical smirk.
“You okay there, asshole?” Myles asked the man dry-heaving in the corner. After his initial assaults, they hadn’t bothered to remove his cuffs, mostly for their own safety.
“Should we take off his cuffs?” she asked. “What if he needs to pee?”
“Smells like he’s already pissed himself,” Myles replied with a scoff.
“He might need some water.”
Myles let out an exhausted and exasperated huff. “Fucking bleeding heart, Matthews,” he murmured, getting his keys out of his pocket and walking over to the man, who was at the moment bent on his knees with his hands behind his back, his face a mere inch from the disgusting jail cell floor.
“Here, let me get those cuffs off you so you can go grab some water.”
Krista had to hand it to Myles. For a jerk and a man who had nearly lost his ability to have children just an hour ago, thanks to this drunken attempted rapist, his tone wasn’t entirely unpleasant. There was a hint, just a smidgen of compassion.
Maybe he did have a heart?
He walked around behind the coughing prisoner and went to unlock his cuffs. But as soon as the cuffs were off and Myles was tucking them into his belt, the prisoner leaped up from his knees and grabbed Myles around the neck, putting him in a headlock. Myles fought the guy pretty well, thrashing around and elbowing him, but the man had atleastfifty if not seventy-five pounds on the cop, and he was also drunk and desperate.
A very dangerous combination.
Krista watched as the prisoner’s hand started patting around Myles’s duty belt in search of his gun. He was only inches away from grabbing it, but it was his left hand, and the way Myles was struggling, the man couldn’t maintain a purchase on the weapon.
“Help, Matthews. Help me!” Myles grunted as he struggled to get out of the choke hold, his feet flying around. His fingers were near white as they tried to pry the man’s arm from his neck.
