STORY EXCERPT

There was something wild about her, something that had him curious to discover what made a girl like her flaunt herself so freely. She had soft features, but played them up with make-up and attitude. The edginess she displayed was a total turn on, but there was more to her. Feeling her soften as he kissed her had told him that much.

He’d like to see her stripped down bare. Not just her clothing, but everything. Exposing someone’s vulnerabilities made them real. She could hide behind the illusion of her badass personality, but he’d been around long enough to know there was more to discover.

Finishing up his shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and moved into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he groaned. A can of beer, a block of cheese, and a bottle of ketchup was all that filled the shelves. He closed the door and headed back into his room to put on some clothes, dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Whether he liked it or not, he needed to hit the store. Lucky for him, there was a twenty-four hour food mart just around the corner.

His hours were all screwed up, now that he’d been spending more time awake at night. The club liked to hook up in the evening and party until dawn. That left him back-asswards for everything else. And to make it even better, they still opened up the motorcycle repair shop at eight in the morning.

He grabbed an empty backpack and the keys to his motorcycle and made his way to the store. He figured he needed pretty much everything, so he’d made sure his saddle bags were empty, too. As he pulled in, he noted that shopping at three in the morning was a good time not to be bothered. There was one other motorcycle and black pickup truck in the lot. He parked next to the other bike. He was a gearhead at heart and always admired a nice machine.

As he pushed the shopping cart down the aisles, he started tossing in the things he needed, bread, cheese, lunch meat and then headed toward the meat department. He had a craving for something juicy, like a steak. When he rounded the corner, his heart slammed against his ribs. A woman he’d seen earlier in the evening from Iron Horse was standing in the exact place he was headed. She had long blonde hair, not at all the type of person he’d pictured working at a bar. She was just too cute. Then, he spotted a dark haired man pulling the girl into his arms and held his position.

Shit…

Luke Mackenzie was a cop he’d met when he’d transplanted to Texas from Florida. He was a detective and had befriended him at a police officer’s ball. He’d been the plus one of a long time friend. And he and Luke had hit it off, at least until his undercover assignment pulled him from his normal life.

“Do you always stare at feminine products?”

As her voice hit him, he knew who it was before he even turned to see her face. Her hazel green eyes seemed brighter, sexier.

“Perhaps you’d like a little advice on which absorbency works best?” She picked up a box of tampons and pressed it to his chest. “A man your size might find the super plus beneficial.”

He grinned. Of all the places to duck into he had to go and pick the one with chick shit lining the aisles. On the positive side, at least he wasn’t staring a douches.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite bartender,” he replied, his gaze skimming over her. “I didn’t know they sold panties here.”

Damn, what were the chances that he’d see her outside of the bar? He wished he’d thought to head to the store before he’d gotten home, then he would’ve missed the cluster fuck unfolding in front of him. He couldn’t let Luke see him. Explaining that his name was Quinn and that he was undercover couldn’t happen in front of Brynn and the other girl.

“Well as fun as this is, I’ve got other things to do.” He put the box of tampons back on the shelf and stepped around her.

“In a hurry to get back to your boyfriends?”

He cocked his head to look back at her. “Jealous?”

She laughed, heading up the aisle after him. “Oh, you know it. All that leather and bad hygiene really does it for a girl.”

His mouth dried as the memories of fucking her took shape in his mind. “I’m pretty sure I know what does it for you.”

She shouldered passed him. “I’ll let you know if I ever need that itch scratched again.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “You do that.”

Then a thought came to him that he shouldn’t be having, one that involved taking her home. No. That wasn’t an option and he had to get that out of his head. She was a one-time deal and it had to stay that way.

Did it?

She headed for a register and he picked another. Again luck was not on his side as he followed her out of the market. He stopped in front of the motorcycle parked next to his and watched as she put her groceries in the saddle bags.

“You ride?”

“Even without panties,” she told him, lifting her leg in an exaggerated motion to mount her bike and he saw her panty-less pussy.

Fuck me…

He clenched his jaw, watching a teasing grin tug at the corner of her lips. She was playing a game with him again and he was losing.

ADULT EXCERPT

Brynn. He repeated her name in his mind a dozen times. He’d noticed her the second he’d entered the bar. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and now, as she cupped his cock and balls in her hand, she was the wickedest. He wasn’t normally into women who were so brazen. He preferred a gentler touch, but the way she looked at him with those hungry hazel eyes, he was no match for the power she had over him.

An eagerness to have her claimed him and when the dumb fucks he was forced to investigate teased him, he had no choice but to mark her as his. He wouldn’t risk that one of them would make a move on her. For whatever reason, their vulgar behavior toward her filled him with unease. Each time he thought of her, a protective edge sprung up, as well as, undeniable lust driven desires.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she asked, her tone filled with the same need blasting through him.

His body swelled with passions he could no longer mask and his cock throbbed against her palm as her grip tightened. She gasped, as he pulled her against him. He fixed his eyes on her red lips and a guttural growl rolled from his throat.

“I’m going to do so much more than that,” he warned and a flicker of lust curled her lips into a crooked grin.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

As he crushed his mouth against hers, her arms came around his neck, pulling him even closer. There was a franticness between them, hands and mouths consuming one another. He wanted to devour her, his mind and body warring with so much passion.

She held him as she backed up into the corner where some boxes were stacked up. “Lift me up,” she demanded between kisses and he did.

The height as perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she quickly went to work unfastening his belt and jeans. She shoved them down his hips and quirked a brow. “No boxers?”

He grinned. “I need to do laundry.”

She bit her lip and the look had him wanting to impale her on the spot. Damn, she was the most tempting woman he’d ever seen and she was shredding him down with each touch, each heated look.

She reached down with one hand and stroked his cock, the other trailed up his waist, then to his ribs, and stopped. He’d forgotten he wore his gun. Brynn was too distracting. Shit.

“It’s a hazardous business,” he explained, eyeing her hard.

“Riding motorcycles?”

He didn’t answer, he simply slipped his hands up under her skirt and raised up the material. He caught a glimpse of her panties, black and red lace. Using the material, he gently parted the swollen folds of her pussy and teased her clit. She arched back, her breathing more erratic.

“I was right,” he rasped.

“About?”

“You are wearing panties.”

She lifted her hips. “But not for long, I hope.”

He teased his fingers over the hem and slowly brought the material down her hips and legs. He tucked her panties into his pocket and dug the condom out of his pants, a more difficult task with them hanging loosely around his thighs, and placed it beside her on the box.

Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help himself. With her legs spread wide, he could see everything. She was free of hair and glistened with her arousal. Growling, he lowered his head down and licked her pussy, tasting her thoroughly. Her breathing became more erratic as he sucked and her fingers weaved through his hair, holding him against her.

Fuck. She tasted as good as she looked. He wanted to feast on her, make her come that way, but he didn’t think he’d last long enough to enjoy it. Hearing her breathless moans was his undoing and he had to take her, had to have her wrapped around his cock.

He pulled away and pressed a finger inside her tight sheath. When he inserted a second finger, she arched her hips. He pumped in and out of her faster, harder. Then, he swirled her wetness over her clit and watched as she unraveled in front of him. Her body quivered against him as she came and he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous that it wasn’t his mouth on her pussy that made her come.

She picked up the condom, her movement quick. With her feet on his ass, she pulled him closer and put the latex on him. He lifted her hips and brought her to the edge of the box, then shoved inside her. She rolled her hips and arched her back, taking him as deep as he could go.

He was dreaming. There was no way any of this was real. The feel of her surrounding his cock felt too good. He’d never last.