Tank (Moonshine Task Force Book 2)(53)

“Fuckin’ speed trap artist,” she grumbles as she stands on her tiptoe, kissing me on my jawline.

“If you’d obey the speed limit, there wouldn’t be a problem.”

She knows I’m right, but she shakes her head anyway. “I’m gonna go change out of this uniform. It was hot today,” she fans her hand in front of her face.

It was hot today, but I honestly didn’t care. I was too excited to be back in a police car, even if I did have to transport Leighton with Holden. That situation is really odd, and if I had to make a guess – our fearless leader might care a little too much about what happens to the moonshine girl. However that’s totally none of my business. My business is Brooks. I got a letter today asking me to be present at the trial. I know they won’t call me to testify because I remember nothing, but it’s a tactic prosecutors like to use; have the victim in the court room for the jury to put a face with the injury.

Going over to the fridge, I open it, looking for something easy to have for dinner. It’s a nice night, and grilling doesn’t sound horrible. “Babe, what do you want for dinner?”

A throat clears behind me and I turn around, wondering if Blaze needs something. When I do, my jaw falls open. She’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of the skimpy panties I got her for Christmas, her nipple rings, and a smile. Her wet hair is hanging over her shoulders, teasing by barely covering those pierced nipples, and her belly is going concave with the depth of her breath. “How about we feast on one another?”

Immediate erection. Like totally involved. It’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate with nothing between us. No cast, no boot, no secrets, and now I need this more than I need the next beat of my heart. “What brought this on?” I ask as I walk across the kitchen, pushing at the athletic shorts I’m wearing.

“You passed, I’m horny, and you looked delectable in this faded t-shirt. It sculpts everything,” she runs her hands down my pecs, scratching the ridges of my abdomen hiding behind the soft jersey material of the t-shirt I wear. “Plus, I haven’t been able to wear any of my Christmas presents yet. I thought, why not?”

“Why not is as good a reason as any for me,” I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing her back against the wall in the hallway as she stumbles. Putting my hands around her hips, I kiss along the edge of the panties before moving my mouth up her stomach, appreciating the hard strength she has there as well. Blaze is a strong woman who works out to keep strong and fit, her body is one of the best I’ve ever seen.

“Trev,” she sighs as she leans her head back against the wall, gripping her fingers in my hair. I love the sigh, love the way she grabs hold of my head and shows me what she wants. When I get as far as I can in my position, she grabs my hand, dragging it up to her tit. And Lord does she have a set of those. “I want your mouth where I’m putting your fingers,” she whines, spreading her thighs wider.

“Too fuckin’ bad,” I tell her as I grasp the nipple roughly, before I use my other hand to pull down the slip of lace, exposing her body to my gaze. Taking two fingers of my free hand, I move them up to her mouth. “Open for me and get them wet.”

My cock stands at attention as I feel her tongue swirl around my digits, prepping them to go inside her body. With concentrated effort, I pull my fingers out of her mouth, before rubbing them along the edges of her pussy. She’s trembling, bending her knees, silent signs that she’s dying for me to take what I want. Using those two fingers, I glide inside her core before I lick my lips and lean forward, burying my face between her thighs.

“Oh fuck,” she lifts up on her tiptoes, trying to put me in a better position or get away from the sensation, which I’m not sure, but I take the opportunity to shove my shoulders under thighs and hold her weight against the wall.

“Trevor,” she whines loudly. I can feel her fingers fighting with mine at her tit grasping her nipples roughly, pulling on the rings she’s got there.

“Hmmm?” I hum against her pussy causing her legs to shake. “You need something, babe?” I wrench myself away so I can speak.

“You in bed with me, I ache for your cock,” she’s running her hands from her waist up to her breasts, grasping her nipples and then running them back down again, making a track of pleasure on her entire body. “It’s been a while since we’ve been able to do it right.”

As much as I’m enjoying my feast, I know she’s right. We haven’t been able to do it the way we like in far too long. Standing up, I use my core to lift her and carry her back to what’s now our room. Throwing her down on the bed, I reach behind me, gathering my shirt up and over my head, before I cover her body with my own.

“This what you wanted?” I bury my face in her neck as I feel her legs climb up my back, her heels digging into my waist. Her nails scratch along my neck as I nip at her throat, leaving marks that I know other people will be able to see unless she covers them up. This is one of the things I love about her. She matches me in the bedroom, she’s not shy, she asks for what she wants and does what will get her off. I never have to wonder with Blaze, she lets me know exactly what she needs.

“Yes,” she moans, widening her thighs, allowing mine to rest in the cradle of hers. With a thrust up, she seats me heavily inside her. My brain is screaming to my dick reminding me I don’t even have a fuckin’ rubber on yet.