CHAPTER 11
RHODES
The feeling of Helen grinding down on my dick has me groaning into her mouth. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. My hands roam over her hips and torso. When I cup her breast and give a squeeze, she arches her back and circles her hips against the hard ridge of my cock.
My cock is begging to be let free and the only thing I can think about is being buried inside of her tight, wet pussy.
I start to peel her clothes off and pull my mouth from hers and bury my face between her luscious tits the moment I get her shirt and bra off. Kissing along her skin, I move to her nipple and suck the hard peak between my lips.
When I slide my tongue around the peak, she lets out the sexiest fucking moan and arches her back. I switch to her other nipple and let out a groan around her flesh as she grinds down against me.
My pants are so tight, and my cock is so hard. It’s bordering on painful.
“Please,” she pleads with me and I’m fucking undone.
My hand slides down the front of her black leggings. I almost chuckle at the memory of her looking like the most ridiculous burglar I’ve ever encountered when I found her roaming around a place she should have never been.
I’m a little surprised that she didn’t ask me about why I was out here, but I don’t give a fuck right now. There’s no way for me to even put into words how angry I was when I realized the black-clad figure I was following was Helen.
The anger I was feeling hasn’t disappeared entirely and now it’s fueling my lust and desire for this woman.
“Sweetheart,” I groan as my finger slides between her pussy lips and I find her drenched, “are you this soaked for me?”
“Yes,” her voice is breathy.
She moves her hips as I slide two fingers deep inside of her tight heat while my thumb circles her clit. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, I watch pleasure wash over her features.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous while you teeter on the edge for me,” I grind the words out through my teeth, my jaw clenching as I try to hold myself back and not completely lose control.
“Rhodes,” she moans as her walls flutter around my fingers.
Needing to feel her, needing to be buried inside of her, I move us until she’s laying down on the seat and I’m hovering above her.
My hands are shaking as I pull her leggings and the scrap of material which might pass as a thong down her legs.
I know that my cock is leaking and making a mess in my pants.
Helen’s hands come up and make quick work of my belt and jeans. When she pushes them down over my hips far enough, along with my boxers, for my cock to spring free, a groan of relief rumbles out of my chest.
There’s just enough moonlight for me to see the way her arousal glistens on the lips of her pussy. Her face is flushed and her breathing is shallow, her body telling me just how much she wants this, how much she needs this.
My cock slides between her folds as I cover her body with mine. The moment our mouths meet, we start to devour each other. The kiss is wet and fierce with a lot of teeth and low moans.
Unable to hold myself back anymore, I hike her legs up around my waist as I slide my length down her slit. When the crown of my cock kisses her entrance, I slowly side inside of her. Every inch is the sweetest torture.
The way she stretches for me, the way her body accepts me, leaves me feeling dizzy. It’s too much and not nearly enough.
Helen’s body arches as she lets out a keening sound which has my dick throbbing inside of her. When she gushes around me, a growl rumbles in my chest. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her fingers dive into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, “you feel so fucking good.”
Something clicks in my brain and I freeze. When I look into Helen’s eyes, some of the lust in her gaze clears as she stills.
“I’m not going to be able to pull out of you right now.” I clench my jaw and try, fucking try, to hold onto my control. “I’m willing to roll the dice, Helen.”
“I’m on birth control,” she whispers the words like a confession.
She looks up at me with wide eyes and then her heels dig into my ass, and I sink in just a little bit deeper. The feeling, her walls welcoming me and squeezing, has me letting out a low moan.
Then I’m moving, my fingers wrapping around the end of the seat as she meets my thrusts. We start out slowly at first, every movement calculated. Not just for her pleasure, but for my own fucking sanity.
My muscles clench as my thrusts speed up. It feels like I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff. Every movement, every glide of my length deep inside of her, has my fingers slipping. And when I fall, I know it’s going to be the death of me.
But I can’t stop it.
I’m not even sure I want to.
Because falling for this woman? I already know it’s going to be the most exciting adventure and the best damn thing to ever happen to me.
When I kiss her, she opens for me without hesitation. There’s trust in it, an intimacy. I’m grateful for it. Can she taste it on my tongue?
“Yes,” she moans and I swallow it down. “Right there.”
My lips curl into a smirk against her mouth as I grip her hip and angle her just right. I slam home and she shrieks as her fingernails dig into my scalp.
“No,” I drawl, my gaze locked on her face as I fuck her, “right there.”
She’s breathless, the hard peaks of her nipples sliding against the cotton of the t-shirt I’m wearing. Now I’m regretting not taking it off. The next time I have her, I’m going to enjoy being skin to skin with her.
I need it.
Crave it.
“More,” she mewls.
There’s no way I could turn this woman down and I give her exactly what she wants, what she needs. Her moans fill the cab, and I know I’ll need to hear this sound for the rest of my life.
“You’re so close,” I growl while feeling her walls flutter around my length. “You’re going to come all over my cock. Do it,” I demand, “show me how much you want to feel my cum filling you up.”
Helen’s eyes roll back in her head, and her thighs tighten around my hips as her body shudders. Her pussy grips me in a way that has my balls draw up as tingles race up and down my back. I know she’s going to pull me right over the edge with her.
I’m desperate for it.
“Rhodes,” she keens my name in such a way that has me burying my face in her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Please.”
My woman begging for my cum? You better fucking believe I deliver.
I groan, my fingers tightening on the seat and I bury my cock as deep inside Helen as I can. “That’s it,” my tone is full of praise, “your body is begging me to fill you up.”
We’re breathing hard, our chests heaving as we ride out our shared pleasure. She pulls me down on top of her, asking without words for more of my weight. I don’t give her all of it, but I’m quickly learning there’s nothing I won’t give Helen.
When she lets out a hum of contentment, I kiss her neck and pull back enough from her to look down into her eyes. Her brown orbs are glazed over with satisfaction. The way the gold flecks brighten in the moonlight feels like a memory I want to relive time and time again.
“You’re glorious,” I murmur, the truth slipping from my lips as I stare down at her.
The way her lips tip up as happiness shines in her eyes is everything.
As the moment settles, the reality of where we are, and why, pushes at my consciousness. As much as I want to stay right here with her, it would be stupid. For a lot of reasons.
I made sure to bring my civilian truck tonight, since I’m not here in an official capacity. If this is the place, I sure as fuck don’t want the people running it to find us like this. With an internal cringe, I pull out of my woman slowly.
She gasps and I quickly reach into the pocket of the passenger seat and grab wet wipes because I learned my first day as sheriff that I need to always have access to them. It’s a habit which has now extended to my truck.
Helen gives me a grateful look and reaches for the package, but I shake my head. “I’ve got this.”
My movements are slow and gentle as I clean her up. I’m sure, if I could see her more clearly, she would be blushing, but she doesn’t object.
I right her clothes slowly, my fingertips gliding over her skin. The way she shivers as I redress her has me grinning in the dark.
Once we’re both dressed, my fingers thread through the hair at the base of her neck and I hold her. Steady. Controlled.
“Come home with me.”
I don’t even try to hide my demand. There’s no way I’ll be able to let her go tonight. Not after having a taste of her.
“You deserve to be worshipped properly,” I rumble. “In a bed.”
Her fingers slide through my hair, pushing the strands back from where they tumble over my forehead. “My place is closer,” there’s a tease in her voice with a challenge underneath it.
If she doesn’t think I’ll take her up on the offer, she’s fucking wrong. I don’t care about who knows I’m at her place. I’m going to make damn sure she falls asleep knowing she’s mine.
“Then we’ll go to your place,” I easily agree.
Her eyes widen slightly like she wasn’t expecting me to go along with her. Unable to help myself, I kiss her softly.
The way she melts into me feels like a special and pure gift. “Okay,” she breathes.
When I pepper kisses all over her face, she giggles. I love the sound and let it wash over me.
“Come on, Sweetheart, climb up front and we’ll hit the road.”
“I need to find my car and drive home,” she points out.
She’s not wrong, but damn it. I’m not ready to break the cozy little bubble of warmth we’re wrapped up in.
“Do you know where you’re parked?”
Even though I can’t see her, I know she’s trying not to smile. She’s adorable, no matter the lighting.
“I mean, I know where I parked, but I’m not sure where I’m parked in relation to where I am right now,” she admits.
A bark of laughter bursts from me and I reposition us until we’re sitting side by side. I grab the map from the front seat. “Can you show me on the map?”
“Uh, probably?”
Yeah, fucking adorable. I use my phone and light up the paper. While she studies it, I keep my eyes on her.
Seeing the flush on her face and the way it creeps down her neck is mesmerizing. I want to memorize every inch of her. With my hands. And my mouth.
“Just there,” she points to a spot on the map and I’m barely able to tear my eyes away from her. She adds on with a wince, “At least I think so. Pretty close?”
Her eyebrows are drawn together as she turns toward me and I feel it. The moment I fall. The moment I become hers.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
When we pull up to her car, right where she said it would be, she does a little happy dance in her seat. I can’t help but grin over at her; feeling like there’s too much to take in already and how am I ever going to have enough time with this woman?
It’s a wild thought, one which doesn’t make much sense considering we met not long ago. But it’s real and I’m not going to waste time fighting against what I know to be true.
I’m around my truck and helping her step down so fast that she lets out a little huff of surprise. “I’ll always get the door for you. Wait next time,” it’s not a request, more like a plea.
“Okay, Rhodes,” she murmurs and I kiss her forehead before helping her into her car.
“I’ll follow you.”
She nods and the entire time I follow her to her home, I’m thinking about how grateful I am that I was there tonight. That I found her first.
I don’t even care that I never had the chance to check things out. There will be time for that later.
Now I’m going to show my woman exactly what it means to be mine and ensure she knows not to ever put herself in danger again.