Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(96)

Erin’s back was pressed up against my chest, her ass was resting on the top of my thighs, and my arm was crammed under her pillow, though the stitches in my hand were starting to throb. I pushed back the nagging pain; the rest of me was too warm and comfortable to give a shit.

Well, with the exception of one other part that was stiff and in need of relief, urging me like a barking dog to get the hell up.

I hated the idea of leaving her to even go take a piss, but the more I thought about it the worse it became. I kissed her bare shoulder and tried to gently pull my arm free, but she still stirred.

“Mmm… morning,” she purred softly.

I kissed her shoulder again. “Morning, Doc.”

She snickered and laced her hand with mine. “Morning, Cop.”

I bit her shoulder hard enough to make her giggle. “You want some coffee?”

“Cop coffee? Mmm… Sounds yummy.”

I drifted my hand over her cheek, not wanting to kill the mood with morning breath. “You want to shower first and then have sex or do you want sex now and then some coffee after a shower?”

Her soft laugh was like music to my ears.

“I think I’ve created a monster,” she joked.

I could definitely eat her for breakfast. “I think so, too. That’s okay. You like me anyway.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Who told you this?”

Her luscious tits were too much to ignore so I sucked the closest one right into my mouth. I sucked hard too, proud that I made her hiss. Her hand wove right into my hair.

Point made. I finished off with one swirl of the tongue. “I’m just guessing.”

The need to f*ck her again was warring with my need to piss. The bathroom won out.

She rubbed my stubble-covered chin with a hungry look in her eyes that said “don’t take too long.” I playfully bit at her fingers, just as hungry. I wondered if I’d ever get enough of her.

As soon as I came back to bed, she hurried off to the bathroom. Part of me was hoping she’d brush her teeth too so I could kiss her until one of us stopped breathing. I had a partial erection on that thought alone; wouldn’t take much effort on her part to make me full-mast.

I heard her turn on my shower instead.

I tossed the covers off. Fuck needing an invitation for that.





ERIN SAT DOWN on one of the island bar stools with the coffee I’d poured for her, watching me work.

“I hate to be presumptuous,” she started, “but it would be nice to make this into a tradition.”

I tossed the scrambled eggs over once more in the fry pan, making sure they weren’t runny. “What’s that?”

She glanced at me over top of her coffee mug. “You, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, making me breakfast on a Sunday morning.”

I turned the burner off and smiled. “Is that so?”

Erin shrugged, brightening up my entire f*cking world with her shy smile. “Just sayin’. I had a great night’s sleep, fantastic wake-up sex, you washed my hair and my entire body, and now you’re feeding me.”

I scrapped the eggs onto two plates, grinning hard. I could still taste her on my tongue, on my lips. Addictive. “Are you telling me that I’m spoiling you already?”

Her happiness was infectious. “So far, this day is better than Christmas.”

She made me laugh, though the idea of making every day with her better than Christmas was one I could totally get on board with. I pointed toward the counter. “Santa will put you on his naughty list if you don’t get up off that luscious ass and go butter some toast.”

She hopped off the chair and sauntered over to me. “Oh really?”

I wanted to give her the spatula treatment and then climb inside her again for the challenge. “Really. But I’ve got bacon to attend to. And I’m mostly naked, so I have to pay attention.”

Erin’s fingers drifted over my bare shoulders, sending shudders all over my body. “We wouldn’t want you to get first degree burns, although I am medically qualified to treat your wounds.”

I’ll treat your wounds. “So you’re saying after breakfast you want to go play doctor? I’m there.” I opened the drawer containing my silverware, letting her know where things were located.

She grabbed a butter knife. “I most definitely created a monster. A cop monster.”

I pinned her to the counter and swept her hair aside. “This from the woman who is parading around my kitchen wearing nothing but one of my tanks and a pair of my boxers?” I dipped my hand inside the elastic waistband while zeroing in on her neck. “I can’t help myself. It’s coercion. There isn’t a court in the world that would side with you on this one.” I felt myself getting hard again. What was it with this woman? She was like living Viagra.

Erin giggled when I bit her earlobe. “I think your bacon is burning.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fire department might have other opinions about your cooking techniques if you burn your house down.”

“Fuck the bacon.” I spun her around and captured her mouth with mine, unsure if I was falling or if I’d fallen already. No matter how many times I kissed her, it would never be enough. She was my end and my new beginning.

The bacon made a loud pop, bringing me back from losing myself in her again.