Epilogue #2
The little minx grazes her teeth over her lower lip. “I might have snatched them from your duty belt when you weren’t watching.”
“Seriously? I should…”
My words trail off when I spot the amusement dancing in her irises. “Arrest me?”
“You would want that, wouldn’t you?”
She wiggles her brows. “I mean, I guess it depends on what my punishment would be.”
“Oh, I’ll give you punishment. That sweet ass will be bright red when I get to you.”
She chuckles, tracing kisses down my chest. “First, you have to get out of these.”
Her tongue flicks over my nipple before sucking it into her mouth, the sensation traveling all the way down to my cock that’s already straining against my sweatpants.
Jessica continues her way down my chest, worshiping every inch, before she finally gets to my waistband and tugs my pants down, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss softly through gritted teeth as her hand pumps me slowly, working my length. “Trouble…”
Her teeth graze over her lower lip as she watches my cock twitch in her hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“Shh… I’m thinking.”
“About?”
Her thumb smears the moisture over the head, teasing the sensitive tip.
My hands jerk, making the metal rattle and dig into my skin.
The little minx chuckles at that.
“What do I want to do first?” she muses.
Anything.
Everything.
“What are the options?”
“I get to take you into my mouth and make you come on my tongue.” Her tongue darts out, sliding over her lower lip, as if she’s imagining how I’d taste, and I almost come from watching her.
“Or?”
“I straddle you and finally get to feel you stretch my pussy.”
She shivers at the thought, her cheeks flushing, her fingers gripping tightly around me.
“Or… I torture you as payback for being such a sweet and noble boyfriend and making me wait this long.”
My cock throbs at her words.
“And what would that entail?”
“Me sitting on your face and riding your tongue until you make me come.”
“Fuck, yes. I choose that.”
“Or straddling you like this, letting you feel how wet I’ve been for you, but not letting you sink into my pussy.”
“Fuuuuck, Trouble…” The cuffs rattle again. “Yes.”
One brow quirks up in a silent question.
“Any of it,” I rasp. “All of it. I choose all of it.”
Her mouth crashes against mine as she straddles my hips, my dick nestling between her thighs. She lowers onto me, her pussy enveloping me as she slowly grinds her hips up and down, making us both moan against each other’s mouths.
“Change of plans,” she pants as she pulls up and then quickly sinks down, my cock filling her in one hard thrust and making us both groan.
She presses her forehead against mine as she sits still for a moment.
“Too long.” She blinks her eyes open. “It’s been way too freaking long, and I need to feel you inside me. You can clean me later.”
“My pleasure.”
And that’s exactly what she does. She fucks herself on me, grinding her hips against mine as she finds her pleasure, pulling me along with her.
The first orgasm is hard and fast, washing over us in just a few short minutes, her body falling limp over mine.
I glance at her through hooded eyes. “Is that a yes to moving in?”
“It’s a hell yes.” She grazes her teeth over her lower lip. “Ready for round two?”
My head falls back, a loud groan coming out of my mouth. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble.”
“But you love it.”
“Every single second.” I nip at her lip. “But I love you more.”
AARON
Spring
“Whiskey neat, right?”
I don’t get a chance to protest before she’s already pouring me a new glass and placing it in front of me with a wink. “On the house.”
I stare at the drink for a moment, before looking up. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, you were waiting for me.” She shrugs as she wipes the counter. “Montgomery left?”
“You know Grayson?” I curl my hand around my glass, swirling the amber liquid.
She chuckles softly. “Everybody around here knows the Montgomery’s, honey.”
“I guess there’s that.”
“Better question is, how do you know them?”
“We work together occasionally.”
“Don’t you say…” One of her brows quirks up. “Does that mean we’ll see more of you around?”
“I’m always around.”
“Not enough for me to spot you.” She softly jabs her finger into my arm. “And trust me, I would have spotted you by now.”
“Yo, Lara! What does a guy have to do around here to get a drink?” somebody calls out from the other side of the bar.
The server—Lara—looks over her shoulder. “Hold your horses, Harry, I’m coming.” She turns to me and rolls her eyes. “I’ll be back. Harry can get annoying otherwise.”
“That’s fine.”
A low, husky laugh makes the hair at my nape stand. I shift my gaze from Lara’s retreating back to my right to find a blonde woman sitting next to me.
Her gaze is fixed on her drink, wavy blond hair shielding her face from my view as one lean finger slides over the rim of her glass almost absentmindedly.
For a moment I think I imagined it, but then she looks up.
Piercing blue eyes zero in on me.
My nostrils flare as I suck in a breath, unable to look away.
They’re dark. The color of the sky in the middle of the storm. It’s like they’re pulling me in. Deep and tempestuous.
Wild.
Reckless.
The corner of her mouth lifts upward. Not a smile, not really. More like she’s amused. With me. Something about that makes me want to squirm, but I refuse to move a muscle.
We stare at one another, her gaze leaving tingles in its wake.
Silence stretches, and I can feel my shoulders tense with each passing second that seems to last a lifetime.
The muscle in my jaw tics. “What?”
Another one of those soft chuckles answers my bite. “Nothing.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she turns back in her seat.
I should let it go. Finish my drink, and get the hell out of here, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to ignore her comment.
“You obviously have something to say, darlin’, so out with it.”
Slowly, so impossibly slowly, she shifts her attention to me. Her teeth toy with her lower lip as she watches me for a moment before letting it pop. Color rushes into the soft flesh, turning her full lips a darker shade of pink.
If I thought my harsh tone will make her back down, I had another thing coming.
She shifts slightly, the movement making her jacket crinkle. The black leather is worn out, the large material swallowing her whole. Her knee bumps into mine as she leans closer. Her scent surrounds me; it’s sweet and delicate, a complete contradiction to the woman in front of me.
Her eyes hold me hostage, her warm breath makes the goosebumps prickle my skin as she whispers so only I can hear, “Just trying to figure out if you’re that oblivious or just that good at pretending. With men, one can never be sure.”
She starts to pull back, but my fingers wrap around her forearm, holding her in place. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Her gaze roams my face, that smile growing bigger. “Just an observation. No need to get your wranglers up your ass, cowboy.”
My wran—
Her gaze drops down to my lap, head tilting to the side as she assesses me. “Although it’s not such a shabby ass.”
I blink, unsure if I heard her correctly. She uses this opportunity to slip her hand out of my grasp. Turning in her seat, her leg rubs against mine, and my cock twitches at attention.
What the actual fuck?
It’s like I was struck with a bolt of lightning, and now the aftershocks are running under my skin, sending tingles through my limbs.
She, on the other hand, doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. Those delicate fingers grip the drink and bring it to her lips. I watch them wrap around the glass, her throat bobbing as she downs the amber liquid in one go, before lowering it onto the counter.
That tongue peeks out once again, teasing me as she collects one runaway drop of whiskey that’s been clinging to her flesh.
The image pops in my mind out of nowhere. The blonde on her knees in front of me. Those big blue eyes staring up at me. Whiskey lingering on the corner of her mouth. That pink tongue wetting her lips before they part to take me in.
The thought is so intense, so real, it would knock me on my ass if I wasn’t sitting down already.
What the actual hell?
My fingers curl into fists by my sides, nails digging into my skin as I grind through my clenched teeth, trying to keep my cool, “Do you usually comment on people’s asses?”
She lifts her shoulder in a half-shrug. “Only if it’s a nice one.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
What can I even say to that?
The corners of her eyes crinkle, as those eyes turn even darker. Watching. Assessing.
“Cat got your tongue, cowboy?”
I press my lips into a tight line. I’m not sure what game she’s playing, but I won’t be playing it with her.
She must see it on my face, which makes her even more amused for some reason.
“Oh, don’t tell me I scandalized you.”
She lets out another small chuckle. The sound is low and husky and goes straight to my dick.
From the corner of my eye, I can see her twirl that finger over the rim of her empty glass.
“You know what? I retract my statement.” She shakes her head slightly. “I think you just might be that oblivious.”
“I’m not,” the words are out before I can stop them, and immediately I know it’s the wrong thing to say. Not only do I sound like a six-year-old, but she also knows it too, and finds it hilarious, however, there is no going back now.
“Mhmmm…” she hums softly, not even trying to hide her smile. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
I expect her to continue fighting me on it, but she just turns her focus to the bar.
I should be glad, but for some reason, the whole thing annoys me even more. I’m about to open my mouth, to say what, I have no idea, but Lara comes back.
“I swear that man can talk one’s ear off!” she clicks her tongue. “Like seriously, ain’t nobody gotta time for that.” Lara shakes her head. “Y’all good? Need a refill?”
“No, I’m fine. But thanks.”
That damn chuckle is back, making my fingers tighten around my glass.