“I need more,” I beg.
He chuckles. “You’ll get it all, Molly. Don’t you see that? I’ll give you everything I have.”
And then he goes to work.
Our bare skin smacks against each other while he fucks me from behind, finding a vicious rhythm that’s nothing like last night. It’s forceful, it’s vengeful, it’s exactly what we both need this morning after our easy and tender conversation. His hands play with my clit in the front, one gripping me there and the other holding on to my breasts for leverage as he fucks me.
I can feel my climax building , zinging from my clit up my spine. My bare feet curl into the gravel underneath them, trying to steady myself so I don’t fall over.
“You’re taking me so well. Show me what I’ve been missing while locked up. Remind me of what we’ve always had between us. Give me that tight cunt. You’re the only person that can help me feel, Molly.”
Fuck.
His words tear right through my heart, cracking me open and searing me to the root. Only Colt can say the most heart wrenching things during sex that have me both turned on and gasping for air
“Take my orgasm from me the only way that you can,” he groans.
And then I explode, my body shakes, clenching, spasming all around his thick width. I hear him grunt, drag out one more sensual time before slamming back into the bottom and then feel the warmth of his seed spilling inside of me as his cock jerks and releases freely.
Fuck me, I think I might be in love with Colt.
Chapter 32 – Molly
“What are you up to today?” Lydia singsongs as she pops around the corner of my cubicle at the precinct and leans casually over the top like she’s got a secret she can barely keep inside.
Her blonde hair is twisted up in a claw clip, messy in the way that says she absolutely meant it to be. Loose pieces fall around her heart-shaped face, and her bright eyes sparkle like she’s holding onto a surprise she can’t wait to blurt out.
“It’s a light day for me today,” I reply, stretching in my chair. “I did early patrol, nothing major going on, and none of my parolees need a check-in, so I figured I’d catch up on paperwork, maybe even sneak out a little early.”
She grins like that’s exactly what she was hoping I’d say. “Perfect because I’ve got something to show you.”
I raise a brow. “A good something?”
She lets out an easy laugh, that carefree, golden-girl sound. “Aren’t my surprises always good? Come on.”
Curiosity piqued, I follow her through the precinct—past desks and coffee rings, down a back hallway I’ve never had reason to wander. We slip through the filing room, where she spends most of her time buried in paperwork and old case files, and then out a rarely used exit that leads to the lot where the smokers go on break behind the building.
The sun hits me square in the face, warm and sharp, as the door swings closed behind us. It’s one of those early spring days that tricks you into thinking summer’s closer than it is—blue skies, birds chirping, and the scent of someone grilling faint in the breeze. I take a deep breath and exhale the clean air.
But what really catches my eye is the vehicle parked just ahead, sunlight glinting off the freshly washed exterior like it’s been waiting for a moment like this.
Painted across the side in faded green:Whitewood Creek Sheriff’s Department.
I blink, confused. “Is that… the old sheriff’s patrol car?”
Lydia beams at me. “Yup. Found it back in the storage lot when I was looking for some old evidence. No one’s touched it since the last sheriff retired two months ago. Chief said he’s not even sure if we’ll replace him—still deciding after the mess he left behind.”
I nod slowly, eyeing the car like it’s some kind of ghost. “Okay… but why is it out here?”
She bounces on her toes, grin widening. “Okay, hear me out. Chief’s off today—took off for the mountains to fish. No one’s gonna miss this thing for a few hours.”
“Lydia…” I narrow my eyes, disbelief mingling with amusement. “Are you suggesting we take it for a spin?”
“More like a joyride,” she shrugs, like it’s the most natural idea in the world. “Just for fun.”
I burst out laughing, a short bark of surprise. “You’re insane. I didn’t think you liked to break the rules.”
“I don’t. This is causing me major anxiety,” she jokes. “But worth it.”
