I look up to see the deputy getting out of his car. A rock and a hard place. I can’t disappoint her now. I fuck her so fast and hard that she screams, “Oh God, yes!”
The car door slams closed, causing me to look up once more. Fuck. I’m going to end up in jail for this.
Her hips bounce against my hand and with her last breath exhaled, she sinks to the seat with her eyes still closed. “Hate to cut this short, but you need to pull your pants up fast.” I fall to the driver’s seat and try to push down my hard dick so it’s not so obvious.
She’s still catching her breath when she casually raises her seat to the upright position again and then pulls her shorts back up. Just when she buttons the top closed, there’s a knock on the window. I ask, “You good?”
She straightens her shirt and takes a deep breath. “So good.” When she smiles, her bliss has her eyelids hanging lower and a smile that even the scare of a cop catching us can’t wipe clear.
I push the window open and scan his name tag. “Good afternoon, Officer McCall.”
CHAPTER 16
Baylor
“It’s Deputy McCall.”He lowers his sunglasses and looks over the top of them. “I should have known it would be a Greene causing a ruckus.”
“No ruckus,” I say, biting my tongue before I tell this fucker to back off. “Just stopping to check out the old property.”
He looks out at the run-down farmhouse ahead and the junk littering the yard, and then back at me again. Bending down, he smiles when he sees my passenger and takes his sunglasses off . . . as if he wants a better look at her. “Lauralee Knot, what are you doing with this troublemaker?”
“Baylor’s not so bad.” I look over at her when I hear the syrupy Southern accent that she thickens when speaking to him. Little does he know, she’s the troublemaker. “What can we help ya with, Dirk?”
“Listen,” he starts, “you can’t park on this here property. So unless you’re broken down, you need to move along. You hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Deputy.” The car is still running, but I fudge with a knob to act like I’m listening to some degree. The wipers slide across the windshield while fluid squirts out, hitting the cop on the side of the face. “Shit, I’m sorry.” I make sure the wipers are turned off and steal a glance at Shortcake, who is about to lose it laughing.
She covers her mouth and turns to face away from us.
Lifting from the quick ducking he did, the deputy wipes his face with the back of his hand and hits me with a scowl aimed in my direction. If indecent behavior didn’t get me thrown in jail, that wiper fluid assault just might do it. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you did that on accident.”
“It was a pure accident, sir. Sorry about that.”
Annoyance purses his lips, but then he bends down once more to smile at Lauralee, which I find fucking annoying. “You headin’ out to Rollingwood Ranch?”
“Sure am,” she replies with a honeyed smile. The woman knows how to lay it on thick when she wants to.
He adds, “Say hi to Christine for me.”
“I will.” She waves her fingers at him. “Have a great day, Dirk.”
He walks away without acknowledging me again but taps the roof of the car as he works his way back to his own vehicle. I watch in the mirror until he backs out of here. Throwing my gaze toward the beauty next to me, I ask, “How are you doing?”
“Amazing. You?” She’s so chipper that I have no reason not to believe her.
“Never better.” I shift the car into reverse before turning the rest of the way around. “It was a close call.”
“You’re telling me. I almost didn’t get there.” My arm is punched. “You were going to let me just suffer. I’ll remember that.”
I stop the car again to look her square in the eyes. “It only would have been a few minutes. I would have made sure to get you there right after. But I also didn’t know you were an exhibitionist. I’m intrigued, Ms. Knot.”
She’s still smiling like she’s walking on sunshine. “Depends.”
“On?”
Reaching over, she scrapes her nails gently across the back of my neck before resting her arm on my shoulders. “With whom, when, and where I am.”
I move to rest my hand on her leg and kiss her. She meets me halfway without question. That seems to be what our relationship is based on. I’m not questioning. Just acting on instinct. But when I lean back, looking into her eyes, I’m starting to think we could be more.
