Drop Dead Sexy(70)

One of Catcher’s hands came to intertwine in my hair. When he gave the strands a harsh tug, the feeling, coupled with the pounding, sent me into a screaming orgasm. After I came back to myself, I realized Catcher was still going.

And like the Energizer Bunny, he kept going and going. He flipped me over to lie on top of the hood before continuing to drill me. It was when I came the second time that Catcher tensed and came flooding in me. And just like the pounding, his orgasm went on and on.

When he finally finished, he collapsed onto me and let out a long, agonized groan. “You okay?” I questioned.

He raised his sweat-soaked head to look at me. “Holy f*cking shit.”

I giggled. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Some pharmaceutical company should invest in Olive’s man enhancer. It’s worth a fortune.”

“That good, huh?”

Catcher whistled. “Not that every time with you isn’t good.”

“Nice save.”

He laughed. “But this was out-of-this-world good. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop coming.” He cocked his brows at me. “Was it good for you, too?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure good isn’t the right word. Phenomenal. Overwhelming. Life-altering. Those seem more accurate.”

Catcher grinned. “Damn. What a high.” He frowned slightly. “Overall, I’d have to say that the mood was slightly dampened by my original fear that my dick was going to explode like Ronald’s.”

“So does that mean you won’t become an addict?”

“No. I think it’s best to leave it alone. It’s not like I’m hurting in that area.”

I grinned as I craned my neck to kiss him. “You’re magnificent. “

“Stop. You’ll make me blush,” he teased.

At the faraway sound of a car, I pushed Catcher off me. “We better get out of here before someone sees us.”

He snorted. “I can see the headlines now. GBI Agent and Coroner arrested for public indecency and lewd behavior.” When he reached for his pants, he groaned. “Shit.”

“What?” I asked as I slid off the hood. I was momentarily distracted from Catcher’s question by the fact I had spunkiness going on between my legs. I sure as hell hoped Catcher had some napkins in his dash so that I could clean up.

When I looked at him, his expression was ashen. “I forgot a condom.”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“You are?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Even though it seems like a ludicrous idea for a woman not having sex to be on birth control, trust me, I am.”

Catcher exhaled a relieved breath that came out more as a wheeze. “Not quite ready to make little Catchers yet, are you?” I teasingly asked.

“Not yet.” He jerked his pants up before smiling at me. “Not until I put a ring on your finger.”

I stared wide-eyed at him before shaking my head. “For you to say that aloud, I think all the blood in your head went to your dick.”

He chuckled. “Not today, babe. But someday.”

Even though he was still tripping in an amazing sex haze, I knew he was serious. It should have alarmed me considering we barely knew each other, but it didn’t. Instead, it made me feel all warm and gooey on the inside like I was thirteen again and getting asked out to the movies by my crush. It felt hella surreal to be wanted and desired by a strong, handsome, amazing man.

I was pretty blown away that despite the short amount of time we’d spent together, Catcher still saw a future for us. And I felt the same way. I was just hoping and praying that the other shoe wouldn’t drop because Agent Sexy-Ass Mains had gotten under my skin.





The next few days passed without any crazy incidents or further information on Randy’s murder. Catcher was asked to consult on a different drug case while he was waiting on leads for both Randy and The Shadow. As for me, it was pretty slow at Sullivan’s with only one service to preside over.

Although Catcher was busy and lived forty-five minutes away, it didn’t stop him from burning up the phone lines and roads to see me. And whenever we were together, our sex life set fire to whatever surface we could find be it the bed, the floor, the bathtubs at our houses, the backseat of his convertible. Thankfully, we were pretty creative when it came to places to have sex….and flexible. Of course, after my pounding on the car hood, it took me a couple of days for my vag to feel like its old self and be fully operational again.

But our physical connection was becoming rivaled by the emotional connection we had. Even though it had only been a week, I was starting to envision a future with Catcher. The rational side of me reasoned that it was ridiculous and “insta-love” wouldn’t last. But the teenage girl in me sent me doodling Mrs. Olivia Mains or I Love Catcher on my notepad while taking down funeral information. Oh yes, it was just that sickening.

On the fateful day that led to me being bound and gagged outside of a sexual scenario, I was in my office catching up on paperwork when the phone rang. I couldn’t hide my goofy grin when I saw it was Catcher. “Hey you.”

“Hey, babe, I’ve got some news.” He sounded out of breath.

I leaned forward in my chair. “What’s up?”

“You’re never going to believe this.”