Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

“Car accident when I was sixteen,” he said. “Glass from the driver’s side window busted out and embedded into my skin.”

I swept my thumb over it, amazed that he’d gotten so lucky.

“You could’ve lost your eye,” I found myself saying.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Which would’ve sucked because I really, really wanted to fly planes and shit.”

I snickered.

“Did you?” I asked.

“Did I learn to fly planes?” he guessed.

I nodded as he stepped over the bike and carried me into the house, Avery snapping away in front of us.

“Yeah,” he said. “Planes, helicopters. I can fly just about anything.”

He sounded wistful, almost as if he missed it greatly.

“You miss it,” I guessed.

He shrugged. “I do.”

I thought about the fleet of helicopters that my dad owned, and almost blurted out something really stupid like, “You can come steal one of my dad’s. He won’t mind.”

Luckily, I kept that little tidbit to myself.

“Go to the kitchen and check out the donuts,” Avery suggested as we breached the doorway.

I was taken into the kitchen and set nicely onto the counter, but Adam never moved out from between my legs as he leaned over me and pulled the box of donuts closer with just a finger.

“I’m really starving,” he admitted. “I was on the bottom half of the late shift last night because one of the guys had to leave early due to someone trying to beat the shit out of him with a steel pole.”

“Ewww.” I grimaced as I watched him open the box. “Is he—the officer—okay?”

“He’s fine, yes. Just needed a few stitches and a couple of days off thanks to a concussion.” He flipped the box open, then started to laugh.

I looked into the box and couldn’t stop myself from laughing either.

“It’s National Beer Day according to Dillan, the donut shop owner,” Avery said. “Oh, your beers. I’ll be right back.”

Avery placed her camera down onto the counter and took off like she was fired from a gun.

My eyes shifted, my face moving, and suddenly I was being kissed by Adam.

A hard, fast, exhilarating kiss that seemed to bring me to my knees.

Or would have had I not been sitting on my ass with him holding my legs out wide to accommodate his body.

I gasped, and he took full advantage of my opened mouth to plunge his tongue inside.

My hands clenched on his t-shirt, and I pulled him closer, wanting to feel his body fully pressed up against mine.

His tongue felt like liquid heat as he kissed me. He tasted of beer and man, and I wanted this kiss to go on forever.

The front door slammed shut, and Adam pulled away. Avery arrived just as Adam was reaching for a donut.

“Here,” Avery said as she placed the beers onto the counter beside the box of donuts.

I licked my lips, loving the taste of Adam, and watched as he sank his teeth into the donut, biting off half with just one bite.

“Wow.” I grinned at the man.

He pulled the donut away from his mouth and offered some to me.

I leaned in and took a quarter of the bite he took into my mouth, then moaned.

“Damn,” I said as I licked my lips and watched him polish off the rest of the donut. “That was good.”

“Dillan makes good donuts,” Adam agreed as he reached for another donut, offering it to me first.

I took a small bite, moaning all over again, and felt him shift against me.

His hard cock brushed against my core again, reminding me without words that I wasn’t the only one affected here.

I swallowed my bite and watched as he kept his eyes locked on mine as he took another bite.

“Gonna have to run forever to work these off,” he sighed.

Or fuck.

The thought must’ve shown in my eyes because his lit from within, almost as if he could read every single thought that filtered through my inappropriate brain.

He took the last bite of the donut and was left with icing on his fingers, but instead of bringing them to his own lips, he brought them to mine.

I couldn’t stop myself from opening my mouth, catching his hand, and guiding those fingers to my tongue.

I sucked his fingers clean and watched as his eyes dilated and his breathing sped up.

“Ohh, good one.” Avery laughed.

I wasn’t laughing, and neither was Adam.

Because there was no way in hell this thing that we were sharing was one-sided.

No. Way.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly.

“I’ll finish these donuts later,” he said laughingly.

I swallowed hard and nearly moaned when he pulled away, leaving me feeling bereft in the kitchen.

“Now,” Avery said as she pulled my thoughts away from the man in front of me. “Now’s where I tell you about the things that I’d love for you to do… but you don’t actually have to do.”Chapter 4

Nobody expects you to throw 10 boxes of Ramen Noodles in their Jacuzzi.