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  I pulled back, my eyes going to hers.

  “Your nipples are sensitive?” I asked.

  I mean, it was obvious, but I had to tease her.

  “I…” She blew out a breath. “I had no idea.”

  I really, really liked the sound of that.

  Moving slightly, I pulled down the other bra cup, exposing her.

  And nearly had a heart attack.

  I swallowed hard.

  “Your nipple is pierced.”

  She snickered. “Yeah. Remember? I did and do things to piss off my family?”

  I traced the ring with my pinky finger, then gave it a gentle tug.

  She practically jumped into my arms in order to get closer to me.

  I pulled back instead, placing my hand on her abdomen and pushing her away.

  “Get naked,” I ordered.

  She licked her lips, biting down lightly on the edge of her bottom one, and started to remove her jeans.

  I did the same, taking off my belt first, then replacing my gun into the holster before hanging it up on the post of the bed like I always did.

  She watched in fascination as I took off my gear, starting with my collared black shirt, tactical pants, and my boots. I refused to look at her body, knowing that if I did, I’d get distracted.

  When I was standing there in underwear and my Kevlar vest, she bit her lip and started to help me take it off.

  Now that she was so close, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at her. Watching her breasts sway with the movement of her loosening the Velcro straps, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

  But, since I didn’t want to stop what I was doing, I didn’t ask her how she knew what to do. Or why she was worried about my gun being out in the living room while we were in here.

  Or why she knew that I’d be bothered by it staying.

  Instead, I buried my head in the sand and stayed perfectly still as she disrobed me.

  At least until she got to the underwear, anyway.

  She halted as she stared at my throbbing cock through the thin, silky material of my boxers.

  My cock was so hard that it was tenting the material crudely, almost tauntingly.

  “You’re big,” she said.

  That’s when I allowed myself to take in the rest of her body.

  Her skin was silky smooth from the top of her black hair to the tips of her gold glitter painted toenails.

  Her breasts were perky, a perfect handful, and practically calling out my name.

  And that nipple ring? It was a silver hoop about the size of a dime. Pierced through her nipple, and taunting me with each wink of the light above our heads.

  And she had abs.

  I’d never met a girl with abs.

  I wanted to know how the fuck she got those abs, but at the same time I wanted to lick those abs, press my face against them, and move farther down to her pussy.

  She groaned and stood back. “Don’t look at me.”

  My brows rose. “You don’t want me to look at you?”

  She shook her head. “I want you to take those fucking boxers off.”

  I laughed and gave her exactly what she wanted, all the while my eyes staying on the thatch of black hair covering her mound.

  It was glistening in wetness.

  And I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick every single drop up.

  My dick clung to the waistband until I got them down somewhere around my mid-thigh, and then bounced back up to slap me in the stomach once it finally broke free.

  She watched with avid fascination.

  “So you can look at me but I can’t look at you?” I teased.

  She shrugged. “You’re much prettier to look at.”

  I raised my eyebrows at her. “I completely disagree.”

  With that, I took two steps toward her, picked her up by the waist, and crawled onto the bed with her.

  She gasped at my show of strength, her hands going down to my wrists to help support herself.

  The moment her back hit the bed, she grinned. “Your sheets are just as soft as those silk ones from the other day.”

  “Are they?” I asked, trailing a finger down the midpoint of her chest, between her breasts, and down her abs. “You’re soft.”

  She snorted and ran her hands up the length of my forearms, stopping at the spot where my biceps started right above my elbows.

  She squeezed, her tiny fingernails—that were also painted glitter gold today—digging into the skin.

  Making my dick jump.

  She looked down at where it’d jumped against her pussy, nestled in between the lips of her sex.

  Her eyes dilated at the sight.

  “You’re sure you want this?” I asked, pulling back and pushing forward.

  She nodded.

  “More than,” she rasped. “You did something to me the other day. You’re all I can think about.”

  A sudden thought hit me then.

  “I don’t have any condoms.”

  I hadn’t had any for a while.

  Months at least.

  I couldn’t even remember the last time that I’d needed them.

  It wasn’t to say that I hadn’t had the offers, I just hadn’t liked the offerings.

  When I’d gotten out of the Air Force and moved into the duplex I was in now, I hadn’t bothered to replenish my stock because I’d been… bored.

  Nobody had caught my attention.

  At least until Amelia had walked into the room in her army green tank top and short shorts that showed off the best set of legs I’d ever seen.

  She looked at me, studying my eyes. “When’s the last time you were checked?”

  “I had to have a physical to join the SWAT team,” I said. “Came out clean. Haven’t had anybody else since.”

  She licked her lips. “It’s been a very long time. I had to have a physical done to get into the program I’m in now for school. I’m clean.”

  Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

  “Birth control?” I rasped, barely able to contain my heart rate.

  She pressed her hand over my chest, where my heart was beating frantically.

  “Been on birth control since I was seventeen.” She grinned. “Do you know how many hours of enjoyment I got out of asking my mom for that in front of my father?”

  I burst out laughing, unable to stop myself from pressing my lips to hers.

  “I think you’re going to be trouble, Amelia.”

  She flipped me then, using some tricky move that I hadn’t seen coming, to get me to my back. Then she climbed on top of me and stared into my eyes.

  “So was that a yes to doing me bare? I can probably get those papers from my email if you want me to,” she said, sounding as if this was really important to her. “Oh, I have the proof that I’m on birth control, too. Here, feel my arm.”

  She held her arm up, and I could see what looked to be a small rectangular bump underneath the skin.

  My eyes went back to her face.

  I could see the sincerity in her eyes, and I knew without a doubt that she was being one hundred percent honest with me.

  I wasn’t sure how I knew I could trust her, but I did.

  Completely.

  In answer, I reached down between us and lifted my cock from where it was laying against my belly, pulsing angrily, and held it up so that it was pointed at her, ready for her.

  She bit her lip and lifted her body so that her entrance was poised at the tip of my cock.

  While her eyes held mine, she sank down.

  I groaned, unable to stop myself, as she took me into her body.

  And let’s just say it wasn’t an easy fit.

  Since my eyes were locked with hers, I couldn’t look away to see how I stretched her.

  But I could feel the hesitation in her descent. See the widening of her eyes, the enlarging of her pupils. The way her lips parted in shock.

  I squeezed her hips and helped her slide back up my shaft, helping her come right back down moments later.

  We did this back and forth, over and over again, until she was all the way seated on my cock.

  And goddamn, did she feel tight.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because of the whole not wearing a condom thing—I’d never done it bare. Not ever.

  Or if it was because she was just a small woman.

  Whatever the reason, she felt like a goddamn clenched fist around my cock, lined with silk, and on fucking fire.

  “Fuck,” I said through clenched teeth. “Holy fuck.”

  I couldn’t do it anymore. I broke our gaze and looked down, unable to help myself.

  She lifted up then, giving me a view of her pussy lips spread wide, her entrance spread so obscenely around my cock that it looked like it was bursting the seams.

  I could see the veins at the base of my cock pulsing, too, as if they weren’t quite sure what the fuck I was doing to them.

  And my cock, when she slid back down? That felt like something straight out of a fucking dream.

  “God, you feel…” she breathed. “God.”

  I helped her move a bit faster, unable to help myself.

  I needed her to move more than I needed to fucking breathe.

  I closed my eyes and prayed for control.

  “Move,” I pleaded when she resisted. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy…”

  She slammed down hard.

  My eyes closed on a groan, and seconds later I was opening my eyes to watch.

  She was bouncing on my cock, hard and fast, taking me all the way in before she pulled up, allowing me to come all the way out.

  Over and over again she did this, and I had no clue where to look. What to focus on.

  Her tits were bouncing, the nipple ring flipping up and down with her movements.

  Her abs were clenching, revealing a tight, toned body that I’d never had the privilege of seeing before.

  I mean, I’d slept with my share of women. But none of them looked like this.

  It was… God. She was tighter in places that most girls were soft. Yes, she did have the softness on the inside of her thighs and goddamn did she have a plump ass, but motherfucker. Her muscles clenched me like I’d never felt before.

  It was… unreal.

  And her hair.

  It was bouncing around her face, clinging to her nipples, and I couldn’t help myself from allowing one of my hands to gather a chunk of it up and pull.

  She gasped, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine.

  I devoured her mouth, my hand going to her ass.

  “God, fuck, you need to be close,” I pleaded against her lips.

  My words had turned to hell.

  I couldn’t speak coherently. Couldn’t think past the way she was making me feel.

  And now my balls were drawing up.

  Her fingernails clenched onto my pectoral muscles, and all of a sudden what I thought was tight before showed me that I was a dumbass and was wrong.

  She clenched, her orgasm taking hold of her, and she cried out loudly next to my ear.

  I came, too, unable to withstand the feeling of what was happening around my cock.

  There were things in this world that I would never, ever forget.

  And the way that Amelia felt coming around my cock? That was one of them.

  She collapsed onto my chest, and we both lay there, trying to catch our breath.

  I just hoped it felt as good for her as it did for me.

  We fell asleep like that sometime later.

  The next morning, the only thing that showed that she was there at all was the t-shirt that she’d left behind, and the smell of her on my sheets.

  Oh, and my pickles were gone.

  Chapter 7

  Sometimes you’re wrong. Other times you’re right but I lie and say you’re wrong because you piss me off.

  -Amelia to Sam

  Amelia

  “Hello?” I answered the phone distractedly.

  “Amelia,” my father’s dark, rich baritone said into the phone. “You’re ignoring my calls.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not ignoring your calls.”

  “I called you three times today,” he pointed out.

  That’s right.

  He had.

  But I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t want to go.

  “Okay,” I said, thinking that it was too late to make it to his cookout with Sam since it was well past when he was supposed to be there.

  “I’m going to be at your place in about fifteen minutes,” he said. “Be outside and ready to go.”

  I sighed.

  “Dad,” I started.

  But he hung up before I could even say that.

  I contemplated leaving, but he’d only find me.

  That was the problem with having a man like Silas Mackenzie as my father.

  He knew shit. Shit that I didn’t even know about myself, sometimes.

  Between his contacts and his contacts’ contacts, there was literally nothing my father couldn’t find out.

  That included where I disappeared to.

  Sighing, I glanced down at my sweaty workout gear.

  I’d just gotten home from a run that had gone about two miles over because I’d gotten lost, and pairing that with not eating before the run, I was Hangry with a capital H.

  Seriously, if there wasn’t food involved in this outing with my father, I was going to give him hell.

  Contemplating changing my clothes for all of two seconds, I decided against it.

  Wherever we were going, with it being the asshole of August, I’d sweat no matter what I did.

  Feeling my hair, I realized that it was almost dry, so I went to the bathroom, shucked my sweaty shirt, and got another one on in seconds.

  This one made me grin.

  The shirt read: I’m fine. And on the side of the shirt was what looked to be a gory, bloody hole in it.

  Also, I’d stolen it from Adam.

  It’d been on his floor when I was trying to sneak out a couple of nights ago. I hadn’t been able to find my shirt, but I’d definitely found his.

  I hadn’t even washed it yet.

  Also, it was about eight sizes too big for me, so once I had it on, I had to tie the side into a knot so it didn’t look like a dress on me.

  After untying my hair from the high ponytail I had it in, I swiped on a couple layers of mascara, swiped my eyes with glittery eyeshadow because I also knew it drove my father nuts when there was glitter on him, and headed for the front door.

  I found my dad seconds away from knocking.

  “Told you to be outside,” he growled.

  I grinned and threw myself at my dad.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight.

  The smell of oil, leather, and spice permeated my senses as he squeezed me tight.

  “You okay?” he asked, sounding worried.

  “I’m… fine.” I looked around my dad’s shoulder, thankful to see nobody there. “I’ve been found three times around town, though. I told Lynn today that I wasn’t going to keep working there. That I was officially retiring from the bar scene in the near future.”

  My dad let out a breath of frustration.

  “It was safer for you to work there with the mayor than it will be at some random man’s place of business,” he said.

  It took a moment for me to process what he’d just said, but then I slapped him on the back in my surprise.

  “Wait… Lynn’s the mayor?” I gasped.

  Dad looked at me funny. “Yeah.”

  “But he owns a strip club!” I cried out.

  Dad grinned and reached for the helmets, handing one to me and keeping one for himself. “The people of Kilgore knew that he owned the strip club when they elected him. It wasn’t like Lynn hid anything.”

  I couldn’t believe it.

  It was hilarious.

  “I guess that explains why Lynn didn’t come bail me out of jail.” I shook my head.

  I’d honestly expected him to be down there the moment that I got processed, but he hadn’t come.

  “He called me,” Dad said. “I called Sam, but he wasn’t answering his phone. I was actually about thirty minutes into my ride over when Sam texted to say he got you.”

  I grinned and shook my head. “That’s… hilarious.”

  He gestured toward his bike, and I hurried down the steps to follow him.

  “Aren’t you going to, you know, put on some clothes?” Dad suggested.

  I rolled my eyes and turned back inside, but I didn’t go for more clothes.

  I went for my phone that I’d forgotten on the couch.

  Once I had it tucked into the small pocket on the side of my shorts, I turned around, locked the door, and headed back outside to where my dad was next to his bike.

  He sighed when he saw my attire.

  “I can literally see your underwear through that,” my dad grumbled. “Why?”

  I grinned. “Because it’s a hundred and twelve degrees, I get hot, and I can.”

  He didn’t like that answer one bit, but like the smart, wise man that he was, he chose to leave it alone.

  Instead, he got onto the bike and waited for me to get on with him.

  “Where’s Mom?” I asked.

  “At home,” he said. “She had a dog that was sick, and she wanted to stay.”

  “Which one?” I asked.

  We spoke about this and that for a while as we drove through the quiet neighborhood that I’d found a small house for rent in.

  It wasn’t until we were in town, and we were driving past what looked to be a fuckin’ mob of people, that I was reminded yet again about stupid Rogan Germain.

  “I really, really can’t stand him,” I said. “The bad thing is, he plays such a sweet, nice guy on the television. And then he’s a nightmare in real life.”

  “That’s just people for you, baby,” he said as he slowed down for the mass of traffic that was starting to spill out into the road. “Have you heard anything else about that night?”

  I hadn’t.

  In fact, I’d expected to but hadn’t heard a word.

  “I haven’t gotten anything in the mail about a court date,” I said.