Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 74668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Officer Prescott was a douche canoe.
So, as Chief Rhodes gave us the break we usually got around eight thirty in the evening, I’d gotten my stuff gathered and started to leave.
Chief Rhodes, however, had followed me out asking if I was okay.
Which had then turned into a screaming match, but only on my part.
And that little fucking weasel, Officer Adrian Prescott, had come out, grinning at me and the chief.
I’d known that he’d heard, but I didn’t care.
Which led me to now.
Pounding down the back steps, I slammed out the front door, very aware of the dog that was keeping close to my heels which, inevitably, meant that the dog’s owner wasn’t far behind.
I made it all the way out the backdoor, and around the side of the building when the strong arm finally wrapped around my waist, hauling me backwards.
I gasped as I turned in Downy’s arms but stayed silent, staring at his chest, so I didn’t get sucked into his beautiful eyes and decide to talk.
“What’s your problem, Hells bells?” Downy growled, running the tip of his nose along the bridge of mine.
I refused to answer, even if he was using the cute nickname he’d started calling me over the past couple of weeks.
You know, when he was actually there.
I shook my head, crossing my arms as best as I could across my boobs.
He leaned down, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, then kept moving.
“Tell me,” he said, licking along my jugular.
I broke.
“You put the wall back up,” I said accusingly. “And you stopped sleeping with me in my bed.”
He smiled, leaning down to slowly lick the seam of my lips. “The door swings both ways, sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in my bed.”
I wanted to punch him for always being so logical.
“You weren’t there. What’d you want me to do, go over there and wait in your bed? What if Miller or Foster had walked in and seen me naked, draped across it?” I asked, pulling him down so I could suck on his neck.
He hitched my leg up, and I lifted the other one to help as he wrapped them around his waist and held me aloft. Then started walking to his truck.
God, this part of our relationship definitely didn’t need any help whatsoever. We had the sex game down pat.
When a group of students started to pour out of the back exit, laughing and carrying on, I made a move to get off of him.
Conversely, he felt the shift of my legs and held me in place.
His free hand that wasn’t under my ass was clamped around both of my ankles, keeping me planted against his jutting erection as he kept walking to the truck.
I didn’t protest too much, though.
Mostly because I was right where I wanted to be. It’d been a long time, at least four days, since I’d seen him last, and nearly a week since I’d had him between my thighs.
It’d also been nearly two weeks since we’d spent any time together, other than the cursory, ‘Hey, how ‘ya doing’ thing.
In fact, the last time I’d spent actually talking to him, as opposed to sleeping, was when he’d taken me to his house to show me what he was working on.
Then, this morning, I’d gotten home to find my wall fixed, and I wouldn’t even have him slipping into my bed at the wee hours of the morning anymore.
Raucous laughter had my eyes uncrossing from the pleasure of Downy sucking on my neck to look up and find the two of us the center of nearly six people’s attention.
Then, he did some twisting of his hips and yanked the backdoor to his truck open before climbing inside.
And the fact that he was carrying a hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight didn’t affect him in the slightest.
I sighed when he settled down in the seat, allowing me to place both of my knees on either side of his hips.
“You wanna know my favorite thing about you wearing skirts all the time?” Downy asked teasingly.
I rose up, letting the top of my clit dig into the steel-hard dick Downy was packing behind his jeans.
“W-what?” I asked, grinding up and back against his length.
He held my hips as he ground up, letting his erection swirl against the seam of my jeans.
“It’s easy to pull your skirt up and fuck you. Now I have to pull your pants off to be able to accomplish the same thing,” he growled.
I snorted, giving him a soft, wet kiss on the lips before I said, “We didn’t need to be doing that, anyway. There are too many people here, not to mention the amount of people that were outside, only guessing at what, exactly, we’re doing.”
He laughed darkly. “They can go fuck themselves. The only person I care about is currently sitting on my lap with her tits within sucking distance of my mouth.”
I smiled tightly at him. “I care about what they think. They can see me, and I’m the one that has to come back to class each week.”
I was saying all the right things, of course, but even the thought of doing it in his truck with everybody around was turning me on beyond belief.
I couldn’t see much, though, and that was probably the saving grace in the entire act. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have been that excited.
He grinned, leaning forward. “One of the good things about my truck, Memphis, is that they can’t see in here. In fact, I could do anything here, and nobody would see. The windows are tinted. I could turn on a flashlight and they wouldn’t even be able to see that. Plus, you’ll be the one doing all the work. So, unless you go all crazy on me while you ride, they won’t be able to tell by the truck rocking, either.”
He grinned devilishly at me as he pushed me off his lap and turned me around.
I was leaning forward awkwardly, staring out the window at the brick of the building when he ripped my pants down my legs.