Keep eyes open.
Go in a straight line.
Stop at the red light.
Stop at the red light.
Stop…FUCK!
I just ran through a light, and by the skin of my balls, we don’t get T-boned by cross traffic. Hell, I didn’t even take my foot off the fucking gas. Meanwhile, Parker is sucking on my dick like she’s setting her own personal record of making me come faster than a preteen at his first stripper party.
“FYI, we almost died.” I don’t know why I feel the need to share that. What’s the point of her stopping now? She may as well bring it home for the win.
Instead of freaking out—I should know her better by now—she snakes her hand into my jeans and cups my balls. That last neuron checks out completely and thank fuck for small mercies, we’ve arrived at our beach, where the parking lot is big enough and empty enough I don’t need any skills to park.
A quick check in the rearview tells me we’ve got a minute tops before the fucking cavalry rides up and drills me a new hole. Better make the best of it.
Turning off the ignition, my hand goes straight for her head, my fingers curling in that gorgeous mass of red strands. Then I push her down and when she starts choking on my cock, I lean back against the head rest.
Fuck, that feels so goddamn good. I’m thrusting up into her throat and she’s squeezing my balls to the point of pain. Beautiful, delicious, pain. And when her nails scrape that thin, sensitive skin between my base and my asshole, I lose my fucking mind.
Gasping deep, I let everything go. I come straight into her mouth, groaning deep from within my chest as my hips freeze mid thrust. My limbs are like jelly, no longer holding Parker down, so when her mouth slowly slides up my cock and her tongue circles my tip and licks me clean, I get a full body shiver.
The moment she sits back up, the cool air of early April is like a slap to my balls. Yet, I don’t fucking care.
Cracking open one eye and turning my head to look at Parker, I know without needing a mirror that I’ve got a goofy-ass grin on my face.
“I got lots and lots of beads…of cum.” She sasses like a kitten who’s stolen the milk and blamed the dog, then licks the corner of her mouth.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
“Best blowjob ever.” I sound drunk.
Behind me, the sound of bikes and cars and screeching tires tells me the rest of the club is here. I take a mental picture of Parker for future use because I’m rather confident that Sledge is going to put me in a coma.
“What the fuck happ—” That is not Sledge coming for me and my dick goes hard all over again at the sound of Spencer’s honeyed voice at my side window. “Oh. Nevermind.” Fuck. Is that disappointment in his voice? I can’t tell, I’m too busy coming down from my high.
“You’re fuckin’ dead, Grinder. I’m gonna kill you!”
And…yup, that’s Sledge. I’m a dead man.
Totally worth it.
Chapter Fourteen
Spencer
“Isee them!”
It takes everything in me not to smack my hand over Salem’s mouth. This marks our fourth week working the rig together, and as her mentor or trainer or whatever they call it nowadays, I have to say…she has mastered the art of pointing out the obvious.
A woman just a few inches taller than Mac, holding her phone in one hand and a dogless leash in the other, is waving us over. Just a few feet from her is the victim we were called in to assist.
As a professional, I will act accordingly and refrain from telling Salem that I’m not so old that I can’t see ten feet in front of me.
“Scene looks clear, let’s go in.” She unbuckles her seatbelt just as I give the order and put the bus in park, lights still flashing and bouncing off the underbelly of the bridge. It’s a common spot for the homeless of our city and I hate that so many of them are veterans that have succumbed to living in the streets.
“Watch your step, Spence, there’s glass on the ground.” She’s right, and protocol dictates that we warn our partners about any threat that comes our way.