Jett #4
My hands move from her hips until I’m gripping her ass with a brutal force I’ve never used with a woman before. I can’t help myself. She makes me lose my mind.
My finger teases her back entrance. She leans forward, granting me better access.
I slip my finger inside, and I can physically feel her squeeze that much harder around my cock.
“I can feel you coming,” I groan in satisfaction.
She lets out a high-pitched noise as she comes almost violently, just as I let out a visceral cry of my own and unload inside her.
There are fluids everywhere. I don’t know where hers begin and mine end. It’s perfection. We’re perfection.
The car windows are completely fogged, and we’re both breathing heavily as she collapses onto my chest. It smells like sex in here. I wish I could bottle it.
I peel her damp hair away from her face, hoping to get her a little air. “You okay, angel face? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”
“Hmm,” she moans into my chest. “It was perfect. Totally worth the middle-of-the-night trip.”
“Agreed. Best middle of the night in the middle of nowhere Boner Shake car sex ever.”
She giggles into me while I can’t help but smile. I do an awful lot of that when I’m around her.
I’m about to offer to help her get clean when a light shines brightly into the window directly at us, followed by a loud knock, as though something hard was used to bang on my driver’s side window.
A deep voice yells with authority, “This is the Pennsylvania State Police. Open this door right now.” He immediately bangs again before I even have the chance to respond.
Fallon freezes, but I have the wherewithal to quickly lift the cups of her top to cover her nipples.
I press the button for the window and let it slide down just a few inches. Holding Fallon tight to my chest, I innocently ask, “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
A uniformed man who looks to be in his fifties with a thick salt-and-pepper mustache and a police cap raises an unamused eyebrow. “The problem is that both public fornication and prostitution are illegal in the state of Pennsylvania, sir.”
Fallon lifts her head and scowls at him. “I’m not a prostitute.”
Appearing unconvinced as his eyes rake up and down her body, he declares, “All evidence to the contrary. I need you both to step out of the vehicle.”
I exhale a long breath. “Officer, can you give us just one minute so I can get her something to cover up? There’s no need to embarrass her further.” I point to my sweatshirt on the passenger seat. “I just want to put this on her. We won’t be more than a minute.”
“No,” he barks.
I never use my celebrity for anything, but now seems like a good time. Moving my head forward so it’s better lit, I ask, “Do you recognize me?”
I see it the moment he does because his eyes look like they might fall out of his head. “Oh…umm…Coach Jeffries.”
I nod. “Yes. So you know there’s no danger. I just want to spare my girlfriend what’s left of her dignity. Please,” I beg him, “give us just one minute of privacy, and then I promise we’ll do whatever you ask of us.”
He contemplates for a moment but then nods his head in agreement. “Fine. One minute. If you’re not out of this car, I’m shooting through the window.”
“Thank you,” I humbly say as I press the button for the window to slide up. It’s not quite as steamed over as it was before, but it’s going to be hard for him to see more than figures through it.
I kiss her head. “I’m so sorry. Let’s quickly clean you up and get my sweatshirt on you.”
She’s got tears welling in her eyes but nods.
I reach toward the back seat and grab a gym towel from my bag, quickly running it between her legs and cleaning as much as I can while she seemingly remains a bit terrified.
I then grab for my sweatshirt and place it over her head and down her body.
I’ve never been happier for our size difference because it’s practically a dress on her. It more than covers everything.
I grab her face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.”
“I don’t want Harper—”
“I know,” I interrupt. “It’ll be okay, I promise. If we need to go to the station, I’ll call Leo, and he’ll deal with this quickly and quietly.” There’s a tap at the window. “We’d better get out before he shoots.”
I open the door, and she steps out first with my sweatshirt hanging to her knees and her hands swallowed up. I pull up my pants and quickly step out, topless. Despite his height and beer belly hanging over his belt, I tower over him and am significantly more muscular.
He looks up at me a little wide-eyed. “Sorry, Coach, but I need to see some identification from both of you. It’s standard procedure.”
I nod. “No problem, but she’s my girlfriend, not a prostitute. All I ask is that you show her a little respect.”
His eyes narrow a bit. “If she’s your girlfriend, why are you doing this,” he points into my car, “here?”
“I was camping with my son up in the mountains, but I missed my girl. This was halfway between the campsite and her house.” I cross my arms. “Look at her. She’s gorgeous. Could you spend a night away from her if she were yours?”