Fallon
As if this isn’t mortifying enough, the officer looks me up and down in Jett’s sweatshirt, which is at least ten sizes too big for me. I’m thankful it’s covering everything. As humiliating as this is, it would be a lot worse if I were standing here in lingerie that leaves little to the imagination.
He nods curtly before again instructing us to obtain our IDs.
“Mine is in my car. No…umm…pockets in this outfit.” I point toward my parked vehicle sitting a few feet from us. “Can I walk over there to get it?”
He exhales an annoyed breath. “Go. Quickly.”
Doing my best to rock the stiletto and oversized sweatshirt look, I rush to my car.
While leaning inside, I immediately grab my phone and click on Cassandra’s contact information, praying she doesn’t keep her phone on silent at night.
I’m not sure she ever sleeps, she’s a workaholic, so I think chances are high that she’ll answer. Fortunately, she does right away.
“Everything okay?” she immediately asks.
I whisper as I pretend to search for my purse. “No. I’m being arrested. I need your help.”
She tries to talk, but I interrupt to give her a quick synopsis. “In the woods having sex with Jett and got busted by the fuzz. I’m supposed to be fetching my ID from my car. I’ve got ten seconds until I need to be back. What should I do? He thinks I’m a prostitute.”
She lets out a laugh. “Why is that?”
“Because I’m wearing next to nothing. Focus,” I snap.
“Did you at least come before he busted you?”
“Cassandra,” I whisper-yell.
She laughs again. “Classic. Grab your ID and give him your phone. He and I will have a little chat. Don’t worry.” She seems totally at ease, ramping down my own anxiety a few notches.
I exhale a long breath in relief. No one fucks with Cassandra and lives to tell about it. “Thank you.”
I lift my body out of the car and walk back toward the policeman and Jett. The officer has his eyes on Jett's ID, a giant flashlight shining on it, as if he doesn’t know who he is.
I hand him my phone along with my ID.
“What’s this?”
“My attorney is on the phone,” I answer. “She wants to talk to you.”
He mumbles a few expletives about lawyers under his breath before taking the phone and placing it to his ear.
“Yes, ma’am.”
We can’t hear Cassandra’s words, only that she’s speaking. We can hear him answering her barrage of questions though.
“Officer Joseph Murphy, ma’am.”
“Badge number 168735.”
“That won’t be necessary, ma’am.”
“No, ma’am, I haven’t touched them at all.”
“They were in their vehicle in a public park in the middle of the night.”
“No, ma’am. No noises.”
His face blushes. “I couldn’t really say. You’d have to ask her.”
I roll my eyes. I know what she asked him.
“Frankly, I assumed they were teenagers. We don’t get many middle-aged folks out here at night, but plenty of teens.”
I turn to Jett and mouth, “Middle-aged?”
He bites back his smile before we turn our attention to the police officer again.
“Yes, ma’am. I know who he is, but he’s not above the law.”
“Yes, it’s a public park, but it’s closed now.”
“Yes, ma’am, I understand what the word public means.”
“He’s in gray sweatpants and no top. Ms. Montgomery is currently wearing his sweatshirt but was dressed…differently when I found them. More provocatively.”
I hear her voice rising but still can’t make out what she’s saying.
“Yes, ma’am, Mr. Jeffries told me. I will apologize to Ms. Montgomery. I made an assumption.”
“Yes, ma’am. I understand that women can dress how they please without people like me subjecting them to unnecessary ridicule and judgment.”
“Yes, I’ll use those exact words.”
I cover my mouth to hide my smile. She’s somehow got him on the defensive. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’s a genius.
“No, ma’am, I will not text you a photo of them.”
Now it’s Jett’s turn to hide a smile with his hand.
“Yes, ma’am. I will confirm their identity and let them get on their way. Is there anything else?”
“No, ma’am, I cannot give her my handcuffs for her personal use. They are property of the state of Pennsylvania.”
“Ma’am, I will not be sending you a photo. Please don’t ask again.”
“No, ma’am. There is no amount of money you could give me to change my mind.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
He sighs in obvious exhaustion before handing me my phone and looking at me.
“On behalf of myself, the state of Pennsylvania, and all men everywhere, I would like to apologize to you for subjecting you to unnecessary ridicule and judgment. All women should be free to dress how they please without people like me making assumptions and belittling them for expressing their sexuality. If it’s alright with you, I’ll just be on my way. ”
Yep, Cassandra is a big fat pain in the ass, but she’s also a brilliant attorney. I could kiss her right now.
Jett holds out his hand for the officer to shake, which he does before handing us our IDs and returning to his patrol car.
Once he’s gone, I see Jett adjusting himself. I look at him with incredulity. “You can’t possibly be hard again.”
He tilts his head back and looks at the sky. “I am.”
He must have had himself tucked into the waistband of his boxers because the tent is back in all its glory. Is there anything hotter than a gorgeous, well-endowed man with a giant hard-on, wearing gray sweatpants?
He gives me a crooked smile. “I could only gather about half of what Cassandra must have said to him, but please thank her.”
“I will.” I point to my car. “I guess I’ll head home?” I propose, knowing full well I’m not going anywhere.
“The only place you’re heading is bent over the hood of my car for a few more orgasms,” he grumbles in his sexy way.
I start to run, albeit on heels. “You’ll have to catch me first!” I shout.
He gives chase, and all of two seconds later, he roughly pulls me into his arms with both of us getting hit by a case of the giggles over this whole ridiculous situation.
With our bodies close, he smiles down at me. “I like who I am with you,” he happily announces.
I run my hands up his chest before wrapping them around his neck. “Who are you when you’re with me?”
He brushes his lips over mine. “Playful. Happy. Carefree.”
“Who are you when you’re without me?”
“Serious. Sad. Stressed.”
My smile fades. “I’m sorry, Jett.”
He runs his nose along my cheek as he continues to hold me close, his hands running all over my body. “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t leave me. I can’t lose you.”
As if suddenly sensing the unexpectedly serious turn, he attempts to lighten things by nibbling on my lower lip and declaring, “I think we would have rocked our mugshots.”
I giggle. “A topless mugshot of you would go viral. I’d be fighting women away from you all day long. Thank god for Cassandra.”
“I appreciate you calling her. I would have taken care of it for you.”
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”
“Hmm, I know. I love your independence, but just know I’m also here for you.” He sways our bodies together as if we’re dancing into the silent night.
“Ya know, there’s no music,” I joke.
He inhales my hair and breathes, “There’s always music when I’m with you.”
This guy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as loved and cherished as he makes me feel. It’s all-consuming.
While still dancing with me, he reaches down and lifts the sweatshirt over my head, tossing it onto the hood of his car. His eyes rake over my body. “This looks stunning on you.” His fingers gently trace the lace. “It might be my new favorite. Maybe I should get it in more colors.”
“Stop buying me lingerie. I don’t have room for any more of it.”
He traces my lips with his thumb. “Never. You look like a goddess in everything I buy. I need only think about you wearing that stuff, and I get worked up. No one has ever ignited me the way you do, angel face. I never want this feeling to end. I’m addicted.”
“You’re very lovey tonight, even for you,” I cheekily mumble into his lips. “Must be a side effect of the Boner Shake.”
He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “It’s not some protein shake. It’s just you. I love you so damn much, Fallon.”
I nod, knowing I feel the same way about him but loving how openly he expresses his feelings to me.
Moving his hands down to my hips, he quickly turns my body until my back is to his front, though he continues to sway our hips to a beat I can’t hear.
I feel his erection on my ass. One arm wraps around my middle while the fingers of his other hand run up the inside of my thighs until they run through me, causing me to suck in a breath.
“Hmm,” he groans. “The way you breathe when I touch you…it drives me insane. You drive me insane.”
His fingers softly brush past my clit over and over.
“Do you want me inside you again, naughty girl?”
When I nod, it’s only a matter of minutes before he makes good on his promise to bend me over the hood of his car and give me a few more orgasms.