The one thing that will stop him now is headlights. I can’t help but look for oncoming cars. His strength is overwhelming and I’m off balance, vulnerable, as he shoves my cheek down on the trunk of his car, his hand on the back of my neck. No lights are twinkling in the distance. It’s just us. No cars passing by in the foreseeable future.
The pressure is unrelenting as he slides one finger inside me, then two. No burn, just a fullness, and I sigh with the contact.
“You can’t deny how much you want this, you’re so fucking ready for me.” There is a chill of slick a moment before an unrelenting steady stretch as he enters me. No real prep, just a dash of lube and he slides in and holds there, filling me then going statue-still while I pant and quiver around him.
He shudders so hard it vibrates through me. He starts the long withdrawal and stops with just the head of his cock in me. Then he plunges back in, bottoms out, pauses, and flexes his hips to gain new depths. I gasp. Being filled with him bare inside me unleashes something needy in me. I want his mouth back on mine. The stretch is straddling the fine line between the pleasure of having him and the sting of taking him, but I need more.
The unyielding plates of his body armor push into my back as he covers me. I’m trapped in the cage of his arms against themetal of his cruiser with the lights still pulsing in the dark. The heavy vest is colder than his flesh and I hate the barrier between us.
He’s still again, breathing hard, buried in me while I struggle to relax around him. I try to push away from the car, but he knows me and denies me. I want to rush so he takes his time. I need to kiss so he pulls away when I search for his mouth.
“No one takes me like you do, Lachie. You feel so fucking good taking my cock. I can tell you wanted this, too, you’re so open and ready for me, bare under your jeans.”
Heat spreads from my face to my ears at his words, embarrassed. It is true, I wanted this. I’d spent most of the drive home wondering what today would bring, wondering if I was tempting fate coming home so late.
His hips are still, but the rumble of his chuckle echoes through me. Of fucking course he sees my blush even in the blue tinted darkness. A nuzzle on my heated skin is unexpected.
“So fucking hot for me, Lachie. So good.”
His stubble against my spine and his whisper of pleasure makes me shiver despite the way I’m sweating. I don’t make a sound. I won’t lean into his mouth, and I can’t nuzzle back. I just take.
I accept him in my body and try to memorize the sensation for when he’s not. I welcome him, but I need him to know how unaffected I am. Another nuzzle and I’m moaning, wanting to push back against the caress just as much as I want the punishing thrusts he’s working up to.
My hands are braced on his trunk and my polished platinum wedding band catches the flash of the blue lights, winking as they strobe.
“Shiny new jewelry.” His voice has a tinge of something more. Something real. Like I mean something to this man. “You’re a married man now.”
I grunt in response. Not now.
“I never did get an invite.” His thrusts slow down, but his voice is ragged. He’s close. He nips at my neck while his thrusts get shallower.
I swallow and try to push back onto his shaft, but his hold on my hip keeps me still. “You’ve never needed an invitation before to show up and take whatever you want.”
“Know this, Lachlan, I want you. I will do anything to have you. Anything. If you run from me I will find you. There is nowhere you can hide. You’re mine, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing or on what finger. Mine.” He’s sliding in again and I’m keening with each new movement.
Is he nuzzling me again? God, he’s kissing my neck. I don’t think I can cope. It’s not the hard fuck, it isn’t the soft kisses or sweet words, it’s the hard and the soft at the same time that breaks me.
“I know you want me too. You can’t hide it, your body tells me everything.” I tremble when he moans.
“I love you, Lachlan.”
He still has my hand locked down with his, so I turn my head and try to hide my face in my elbow, and focus on taking him but I can never keep my smart mouth closed. “Is getting fucked bent over your patrol car is a declaration of love these days?”
He’s still buried in me but now I’ve done it, and he comes to a halt. Why won’t he just fuck me, why does it always become a battle of wills?
Pete purrs in my ear. “Tell me you’ve missed me, Lachie.”
Oh no, we’re not talking. We’re not. His cock is buried in me, no time for conversation. I squeeze tight around him, teasing a moan out of him, but he doesn’t move.
“Shut up. Just shut up and take what you need.” Ring on my finger or not, I can’t tell him no. I never have. This is what we do, this is who we are when we collide. I look back at our connection,now it is his wedding band flashing in the blue lights as our fingers entwine, and too many emotions, too much sensation is spinning through me. His grasp on my hip tightens as he starts a long slow retreat.
He is the path to what I can’t—won’t—live without.
“Youare what I need. Tell me you missed me, too, Lach.”
I widen my stance as far as I can and say nothing, and let him take me hard. His groans of pleasure intensify, and I have to move. I help him, pushing back onto him, claiming his length.
He’s hot, he’s hard, and he’s slamming me with all of the force he can summon. I love it. I love the pressure and the sting, his fingers tight on my body and feeling his face pressed into the skin of my shoulder. His breaths are fast, heaving as he’s manhandling me, forcibly turning my head so he can fuck my mouth with his tongue while he fills me with his cock.
