Sassy Blonde (Three Chicks Brewery 1)

He moaned, the soft lights showcasing the pleasure washing over his face. “I showed you what I’ve got, didn’t I? Seems only fair.”

“Hmmm,” she purred, playfully rolling her hips. “I suppose it does.”

Challenge accepted, she placed her hands on his chest and shifted her hips slowly until she took the tip of him inside her. Just as slowly, she brought him in deep, all the way to the hilt, letting him feel the gentle squeeze of her. She held his stare, feeling empowered by him watching her so intently. His gaze jerked to her breasts and his moan made goose bumps rise on her arms. He cupped her breasts, and he played there, massaged and squeezed her nip

ples, awakening every inch of her flesh. Breathless, stretched perfectly by him, she circled her hips, urged on by his needy moans. Beneath her, she took in hard muscles flexing with every stroke. His eyes were dark, hooded. His lips were parted, hers for the taking, and she sealed her mouth over his and began working over him, bringing them higher, slowly.

Until she wanted more.

She rose up and rocked her hips. Harder. Faster.

He groaned at her bouncing breasts, his hands going there to enjoy. “Fucking love looking at you,” he growled.

Then those intense whiskey eyes met hers. His guttural groan had her shifting her hips back and forth, the pleasure building. She wanted to get there. She wanted them both to get there. She rode him without inhibition, loud moans ringing out between them, the scent of their musk filling the air.

And there, right when his pleasure peaked, hardening him deep inside her, pinching his expression, she lost sight of everything but her pleasure. She tipped her head back and moved faster. Harder. And when the pleasure rose, she let go, falling into this magical place between them, vaguely aware of Hayes bucking and jerking beneath her, his roar of pleasure drawing out hers.

“You win,” he said, sometime later, with a rough laugh.

She chuckled, finding herself tucked into his arms, breathless. Her body tingled from head to toe in pure happiness. “How about we both win? Because we have amazing fucking sex.”

He chuckled. “I’m okay with that.”

Many, many minutes had passed while they caught their breath and the sweat dried, and they finally recovered from the blissful haze of pleasure, when Hayes said, “I’ve got some news for you.”

“Oh?” she mumbled.

“I went to work for my dad today.”

She shot up. His words having the effect of a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on her. “What?”

His attention fell to her bare breasts before his brow arched. “We should probably get dressed if we’re going to have to this conversation.”

Her stare fell to his ripped, glistening body, his muscles flexing, and a deep shudder ran through her. “I see your point.” She grabbed her panties and dress and slid back into them, while Hayes threw on his jeans and T-shirt. Once she took a seat beside him, the twinkling, lights casting him in a warm glow, she said, “Okay, tell me everything.”

“Someone stole your trailer,” he said, then gave a small shrug. “I wanted to work the case.”

Time slowed around her as she stared into the warm swirls of his eyes. “You went back for…me?”

Something sweet and soft crossed his expression before he pulled her closer, until he lay back on the pillows, tucking her into his side. She stared up at the twinkling lights above them as he ran his fingers through her hair. She swore she could still smell the timothy hay up here, even though it’d been years since they’d had any.

“It’s in my nature to fix problems,” he explained a moment later. “Sitting on the sidelines wouldn’t have worked for me. Last night, I went and saw my father. To work the case, I had to promise six months of my service.”

She wasn’t even sure what to make of that. He’d just said the other day that going back to the force wasn’t on the table. She leaned up enough to get a read on his expression. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

Of course, he was locked up tight, his face revealing nothing. “Yes,” he said firmly.

Aghast, she blinked at him.

He chuckled softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’ve surprised you.”

“Dumbfounded me is more like it,” she muttered. “Just the other day you said being a cop was part of your old life.”

“It was, until someone hurt you.”

She reeled at that statement. At the meaning in that statement. She slowly shook her head, the ground dropping out from under her. “You’re telling me that because someone hurt me, you’re now breaking all of your rules and going back to your job on the force?”

He inclined his head. “It’s really that simple.”