Elite (Eagle Elite #1)(45)

I heard sirens.

“Stay,” he mumbled as he continued kissing me. “They won’t see us.”

“Okay.” I pushed his head out of the way and started my own assault on his neck. He chuckled and cursed as he pulled me harder and harder against him. I clenched my thighs around him as his hands moved to my dress, slowly lifting it until I felt the cold night air.

The sirens sounded closer, but I didn’t care. I wanted more.

I nodded as he lifted higher and higher until a car door slammed.

His hands froze where they were.

Footsteps neared us.

“Shit.” He rolled his eyes and gently pushed me away as he stood.





Chapter Twenty


I knew my skin was flushed, I mean come on! I’d just been straddling the hottest guy I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing in real life. Who wouldn’t be blushing?

The minute my dress dropped to its appropriate length and I was set to rights, the cop walked around the corner with a flashlight. Wow, thought they only did that in the movies.

“This here is private property.” The cop sounded pissed. Great. I was going to get arrested on my first real date. Hopefully, Nixon wouldn’t feel threatened and pull his gun. Down, boy.

“I know,” came Nixon’s cool reply.

Aw crap. I wonder if Grandpa would bail me out?

“Then what the hell are you kids doing out here?”

Nixon threw his head back and laughed.

I felt my eyes widen at his response, was he trying to get us arrested or something?

“I know the owner,” Nixon said once he was done laughing. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Won’t mind?” the cop repeated. “Son, do you have any idea who the hell’s property this is? I can guarantee you he’ll mind! In fact, if he finds out you kids are out here this late at night even I can’t protect you from that son of a—”

The flashlight fell on Nixon’s face. He squinted and put a hand in front of his face. The cop swallowed but didn’t finish his sentence. Nixon chuckled. “Go on, that son of a… what?”

“Uh… Gun. Son of a gun. Sorry, Mr. Abandonato, I didn’t realize…”

“That’s okay.” Nixon stuffed his hands into his pockets. “You didn’t realize. Right?”

“My badge number is—”

Nixon waved the officer off. “That won’t be necessary. I’m not going to report you. You were just doing your job. Though it’s a damn shame it had to be at this very moment.”

The officer’s eyes flickered to mine as he lifted the flashlight to my face. “Damn shame, sir.”

I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my hip. Embarrassment complete, my only option was to pretend to be irritated, when really all I wanted to do was crawl into a very tiny dark hole. Preferably with Nixon, but whatever. I knew I couldn’t get everything I wanted.

“So…” The nodded his head awkwardly. “I’ll just be on my way. Say hi to your old man for me, will ya? He still having trouble with—”

“—Thank you.” Nixon shook the cop’s hand and walked him back to his car. “Have a good night.”

The cops brows furrowed, but he did exactly as Nixon said and drove off. This time there weren’t any sirens. Just crickets and lots of mooing.

Nixon turned around and grinned. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

“Oh really?” I crossed my arms, suddenly a bit chilled since I was missing my jacket. “And how was it supposed to go?”

He crooked his finger and like a love drunk reject. I stumbled into his arms, and he kissed me softly across the lips. “Hmm.” His hands tangled into my hair. “Like this.” He chuckled when I let out a small moan. “And a bit like this.” His hands slid down to my butt, lifting me against him. “And a lot like this.” His tongue plunged into my mouth.

I felt something buzz against my thigh. What the heck? Nixon froze and pulled away. I swear my mouth felt naked or something. The warmth of his lips was absent, and I found my body remorseful over the fact that he wasn’t pushed against me anymore.

“Shit, I um…” Nixon glanced at his phone. “I have to take this, hold on.”

His eyes got a little crazy as if he couldn’t believe his phone had actually gone off, but what did the guy expect? I mean, he did bring it with him.

He walked a few feet away from me and leaned against the fence. “No. That’s impossible. Not until tomorrow.” He glanced over at me.

I offered a weak smile. He gave me a tight one in return and then cursed into the phone. Straining to hear, all I could make out was another language. Was he doing that so I couldn’t understand him? After a few seconds where I thought he was getting ready to punch one of the cows in the face, he hung up and stalked over to me.

“We have to go.”

That was it. No kiss, no hug. Nothing.

“What the heck? No please this time?” I grabbed my jacket off the ground and dusted it off before putting it on, while he made quick work of cleaning up our little picnic.

“Not this time,” he grumbled. “It’s more of an order. As in, get your ass in the car before I do it for you.”

Horrified. I was frozen in place. “W-what?”