Page 96 of Wag More Bark Less

“I’m done crying, Luke. I’m done sitting back and letting life just happen to me.” She slid a hand over my thigh, her fingers dipping dangerously close to my hardening length. “I know it’s selfish of me, but right now I just want to feel something other than sadness or anger.” Her hand slid up my crotch, pressing against my erection. “I don’t want to be pitied. I want to be desired.”

“You’re a lot of things, Maggie Holland,” I said, tangling a hand in her hair. “But selfish is not one of them.” I lifted her into my lap, knowing as I gave in that I was a fucked man. When she left, it’d wreck me. And yet, if this was truly what she needed, I’d say yes a hundred times over despite the fate that awaited us.

When Maggie reached for the button on my jeans, I clamped down on her wrist.

“There a problem?” The look in her eyes was hungry and seductive with a flare of challenge.

“I know you’re new to this whole being selfish thing, so allow me to show you how it’s done.” I slid her off my lap as I stood.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I pulled more bales from the stack, extending the surface area of our current seats. I wanted her to be comfortable, and I wanted her on her back when I brought her to a level of pleasure I’d bet my badge she’d never experienced.

“Wait here. I won’t be long.”

I hurried back to the truck in search of the blanket I kept in the back seat. I rinsed off my hands to wash away the soot, never more thankful that I kept emergency supplies in not only my patrol SUV but my personal truck as well. I needed these hands to show Maggie just how desirable I found her.

I was damp from the rain when I returned, but the blanket was mostly dry. I spread it over the bed of hay bales.

“Oh,” Maggie said, flashing me an approving smile. “I like where this is headed.”

Removing my flannel jacket, I rolled it up and placed it at the back of the blanket as a makeshift pillow. I was fidgeting too much, but fuck I was nervous. The kiss that night outside the bookstore had been impulsive. A choice made in a split second. The make-out session after our movie night was born of the same whim.

But what was happening right now was a deliberate, thought-out decision.

“You’re sure this is what you want, Maggie?”

She glanced at the makeshift bed, then back at me as she stepped closer. Her palm flattened against my chest.

“I want a lesson in how to be selfish,” she said. “And while I’m not convinced you’re the most qualified teacher, I’m willing to be your eager, attentive student.”

I gripped the side of her neck, tilting her chin up with my thumb. “You’re about to see just how selfish I am. Because all I’ve wanted to do since you marched across the street that first day to tell me to call off the SWAT team was ruin you for any other man.”

“That’s a pretty bold claim.”

“I’m a bold man.” I pressed my forehead to hers, holding her gaze. “If at any point you want me to stop⁠—”

She shut me up with a fiery kiss. I gripped her hips, shuffling us both back toward the makeshift bed of hay where I began to undress her.

Her hoodie went first, revealing a skintight tank top. The black color didn’t hide her erect nipples, and it certainly didn’t hide the orange lace bra peeking out from its low cut. I slid my hands beneath the hem and slowly rolled her shirt up and off. Her tits were barely contained in their lace prison. I’d free them soon enough.

When Maggie reached for the bottom of my shirt, I grabbed for her hand.

“I’m teaching,” I reminded her.

“So, you get to keep your clothes on?”

I reached for the button at the top of her jeans and popped it open. “So the only thing you need to worry about is how good I’m about to make you feel.” I yanked her zipper down, purposely dragging a finger between her legs as I did.

She inhaled sharply.

I knelt in front of her, peeling her jeans down to reveal a pair of black silk panties. I kissed one upper thigh, then the other, as I pulled the denim down to her ankles. I considered slipping off her shoes, but I liked the idea of her ankles bound together when her legs were on my shoulders. Which they would be soon.

I pressed my lips in a trail from her knee to her hip, dragging my tongue along her skin as I went. I slid my hands along the backside of her thighs, slipping fingers beneath her panties to grip her perfect ass as my nose pressed against her mound.

She let out a soft moan, and I looked up to catch her watching me.

I reached between her legs, tugging at the skin on either side of her panties to expose her folds to the silk, and pressed my tongue against the fabric. I moved it in a slow circle, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure she made with each rotation.

Hooking my fingers in her panties, I slowly pulled them down, exposing her mound. Fuck me, Maggie Holland’s pussy was completely bare.