Pieces Of Us

Chapter 1

—Kasey—

“So, where are you right now?” I asked, approaching the outskirts of Gatlin Falls, the place where the best dick I’d ever had, lived.

Reed’s voice came through my car speakers. “Just patrolling through town. About to head out.”

“Oh really?” I grinned to myself.

I heard his car indicator clicking on and off, and he sounded distracted for a second. “Yeah, babe.”

Throwing caution to the wind, I pressed my foot harder on the gas pedal, planning to blaze into town and rile him from the get-go. He loved it. Perhaps not outwardly, but I fucking knew it gave him kicks.

I tried to hide the amusement from my voice. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Yeah, I get off at seven, then I’ll get you off by eight,” Reed drawled, almost under his breath.

A bite of anticipation kicked in my already unsettled gut. “I can’t wait for real dick,” I agreed.

His burst of laughter filled my car, and I swear I heard a cough in the background.

“Trust me, my hand doesn’t quite cut it either.” Reed snickered. “How close to the Falls are you, babe?”

“Just left Gallie,” I lied, speeding past the Welcome to Gatlin Falls billboard and ignoring the reduced speed signs.

“Ah, so still—” he cut off, and I could practically hear him squinting.

I held in my laughter and kept my speed as high as I dared through the entrance to town.

“Babe, is that fucking you?”

“Where?” Laughter vibrated in my chest as I rapidly approached the oncoming cop car.

“It fucking is!” Reed yelled as I zoomed past him, laughing my ass off.

“Jesus Christ,” came a second voice, making my bravado slip.

“Fucking hell, Kasey. I just clocked you doing fifty in a twenty-five!” Reed shouted.

Sparkles of dread filtered through my body. “Is someone in the car with you?”

“Eric is,” Reed hissed. “You’re fucking lucky it wasn’t the boss.”

Some of the panic subsided a fraction. “Oh my god, Eric!”

His partner’s chuckle came through my speakers. “Hi, Kase.”

“Why didn’t you speak up sooner!” I cried.

He chuckled. “Seems I have a habit of witnessing you break the law, darlin’. Pull over, eh?”

The first time was “arresting” me and Simone after we were caught skinning dipping in the lake. The skinny dipping and “arrest” ticked off two items on Simone’s bucket list, and I had no regrets over either. Not even spending the night in the cells with my bestie could dull the achievement—it simply added to the experience. Plus, that morning after is exactly when I laid eyes on Reed for the first time. From that moment, I knew I’d own him. Though I never anticipated our occasional fling becoming something more, somewhere between one visit and the next, I accidentally started falling in love with the guy.

Swallowing thickly, I started to indicate and pull off the road, knowing I’d fucked up and pushed the boundaries a little too far.

Behind me, their patrol car did a U-turn. Flashing lights and an intermittent siren chased me down. My heart still kicked in fear as I parked despite Reed exiting the car behind me. Thank fuck Eric stayed put for this showdown.

My anticipation climbed as Reed strode over, fists bunched and a dark scowl on his handsome face.

I tugged the neckline of my tank a little lower to flounce the girls—I knew he couldn’t resist them at the best of times. When an angry knuckle rapped on my driver’s window, I wound it down and smiled innocently up at my man.

“Hey.”

The firm line of his lips pressed harder as he glared from behind his dark aviators. Said aviators got savagely whipped off his face as he leaned down.

“Don’t hey me, Kasey Quinn! You were fucking flying.”

I batted my eyelashes. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“Bullshit,” he growled, dropping his attention briefly to my cleavage before meeting my eyes again.

I smirked.

Without warning, he reached through the open window and took my face in his hands. “I’ll make you pay for that little stunt later,” he hissed against my mouth before kissing me rough and hard.

My core heated with the promises of punishment. I got off on it—that was exactly why I found every little way to provoke Reed. He never disappointed.

A deep hum caught in his throat as his tongue swiped against mine. I angled my head to the side, unprompted, and pulled him closer by the collar of his uniform shirt. I poured everything into kissing him, making up for the last month of absence and abstinence.

I missed his scent. The sounds he made when kissing the life out of me. The way he held my face and how his fingers flexed at the juncture of my jaw.

Reed hummed again and broke the kiss. Hunger for more darkened his eyes and made his breath as short as mine.

“License and registration, Kasey,” he growled, keeping a hold of my face.

My brows lifted in surprise. “Really? You’re still going through the motions?”

He smirked. “My dash cam shows me pulling you over. The proper procedure is me taking your documents and running a search in my patrol car.”

I rolled my eyes when he released my cheeks, then reached for the glove department. “Fine, be like that.”

“I will.” He chuckled, then smugly added, “Thanks,” when I handed over my papers.

I expected him to swagger back to his patrol car on his stupid little mission, but instead, he leaned down again and set an elbow on the driver’s window trim.

“When I bring these back, your legs better be open and waiting,” he warned gruffly.

Then he was gone.

I released my seatbelt and leaned through the open window. “Are you fucking serious?”

Reed turned and gave me a pointed look. “Like sand rash on the gooch, Quinn.” He flipped up his fore and middle fingers into a peace sign. “You’ve got two minutes.”

While muttering with annoyance and cursing him all names under the sun, I took his demand one step further by lifting my hips and shoving my leggings down below my knees.

Then, I drummed my fingers on the open window. I was bored as fuck already.

True to his word, Reed arrived at my car, immediately looked at my lap, and grinned. That grin stayed in place as he ran the back of his knuckles up my inner thigh.

“Legs open and bare,” he stated approvingly.

A shudder ran through me as his fingertips tickled higher, over the fleshy part of my sensitive skin. My knees widened of their own accord and welcomed the teasing brush of his fingers across my underwear. With my eyes locked on his staring out from behind his dark aviators, I sucked in a sharp breath the moment his fingers edged beneath my g-string.

A wicked smirk quirked his mouth. “You like that?”

“You know I do.” I released a shuddering exhale while tugging the scrap of material to the side.

“Good girl,” Reed praised.

My head tipped backward. My pussy pulsed around his fingers, demanding more.

Reed pulled out and circled his wet knuckles around my clit a few times before entering my body again. They hooked at just the right angle on the inside while applying just the right pressure on the outside.

In, out, and around. In, out, and around. Over and over, Reed praised and rubbed and growled under his breath each time I ebbed closer to release. Everything heightened: the rapid draw of my breath, the rasp of his. The pressure between my legs and the arch of my spine.

Reed’s hissed chants of approval faded as the white noise in my ears grew louder. I was there—right on the edge between Earth and sky, ready to ride the threatening tide—when Reed’s fingers withdrew without warning.

With a frustrated yell, I grabbed his wrist and forced his fingers to stay on my clit. “Keep going,” I demanded breathlessly.

Reed smirked like he’d won some kind of competition. “Later.”

My eyes flared, then narrowed. “What? What do you mean later?”

His chuckle replaced my arousal with annoyance. “Tonight.”

Sitting in my car, leggings down, knees wide, and my underwear wet, I stared up at him in disbelief. “No, we’re doing this now.”

The smirk shifted into a chuckle. “We’re not. And here’s your ticket for speeding.”

My jaw fell slack as I stared at the offending ticket he offered. “Are you fucking serious?”

He had the audacity to laugh. “Yeah.” His concluding slap to the window trim left a wet smear of my own juices. “I’ll see you later, babe.”

I spluttered and coughed as he walked away, then leaned out the window and found my voice. “In your fucking nightmares, Reed!”

His laughter hung in the air behind him. “I love you, Kase,” he called, then paused as he opened the door of his patrol car. “Oh, and Eric says catch ya ’round.”

Torn between wanting to rip his face off and pressing a hand to my bursting heart, I raised my arm high in the air and flipped him off. “See ya, Eric. And I love you too, asshole!”

With that, I pulled onto the road, spitting gravel and leaving those six choice words hanging in my wake.