Lord Have Mercy (Southern Gentleman 2)

Hell, I hadn’t even gone out to a dinner that lasted past eight o’clock.

My dates religiously had me home way before my curfew.

“Have a good night,” Flint said. “And get her home safe, Breydon.”

The kid, Breydon, nodded his head. “Yes, sir. I will, sir.”

They both took off like a pack of hornets were following in their wake, and I turned to study Flint’s smiling face. “You enjoyed that a little too much.”

“It’s harmless fun,” he admitted. “But with the way that the media perceives police officers nowadays, I figure it’s best to make sure we do our part when we can.”

That was true.

“You ready?” he asked.

I agreed with a nod of my head. “Yes, I am.”

He held out his arm to me, and I took it.

“This is weird, us not at each other’s throats,” I admitted.

He walked to my side of the cruiser and opened the door for me. When I stepped inside, I swung my legs around and then stared at him as he held himself in place for a few long seconds.

“I’m not going to lie,” he said. “I’ve never been one to deny myself anything I want. I’ve always been the type of man to take what I want, and apologize for it later if it offends someone.”

I stared at him in confusion. “Yeah?”

He moved in closer until his lower half was resting against part of my thigh and the seat I was currently occupying.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I’ve wanted you for a long time now, Camryn. When you’re ready, I’d like to pursue it.”

Then he closed the door without giving me a chance to reply in any way.

When he got into the cruiser, he turned the radio up.

I got the message.

He didn’t want to talk about what he just said.

Which was bad, because it gave me time to think.

There were a few very good reasons why I shouldn’t pursue anything with him.

One, he’d just broken up with Nivea.

Two, he’d annoyed the ever-loving-shit out of me more times than I could count.

Three, he was a cop, and he had a dog. A dog that made me have a panic attack.

But, on the other hand, I was highly attracted to the man.

His dog was sweet as could be now that I’d stopped giving off a fragrant aroma of fear every time that I was around him.

And he’d shown good taste in breaking up with Nivea.

Honestly, there was only one thing that I could do, and that was that.Chapter 9Walmart better send me my W-2. I’ve been doing self-checkout all year.

-Flint’s secret thoughts

Flint

Navigating the streets of Gun Barrel, Texas after one in the morning was quite easy.

Other than the stray car here and there, there was literally no one on the road to hinder my driving.

We got to Camryn’s place in such a short amount of time that I was almost upset. I’d wanted more time with her.

But, since I had to go to work tomorrow early, I didn’t have much of a choice, despite wanting to stay with her.

Then again, it was much too soon to do anything like what I’d wanted to do.

Instead, as I pulled up to the curb of Camryn’s house, I got out and rounded the truck with the vehicle still running.

I had every intention of leaving the moment that I’d walked Camryn safely to the door.

Only, the moment that I arrived at her side of the car and opened the door for her, she swung her hips around until she was perched on the edge of the seat.

I paused with my arm on the top of the door and stared at her as she struggled with something she wanted to say.

I grinned at her. “What?”

She blew out a breath, then said, “Fuck it.”

Before I could ask ‘fuck what’ she was fisting my T-shirt and dragging me toward her.

Granted, I didn’t put up much of a fight, but I was too startled by her assertive act to put up much protest.

Before I knew which way was up, I was crawling into the seat over the top of her, pressing her into the center console and slanting my mouth down over hers.

There was no way in hell it was comfortable, yet that didn’t stop me from continuing to take her mouth.

It also didn’t stop me from putting one hand underneath her hips and pulling her up until her core was pressed to the length of my cock.

She gasped out when my dick met her, stealing the breath straight from my lungs.

“Oh, shit,” she breathed against my lips. “We need to go inside.”

We needed to go inside.

On that we agreed.

Only, I couldn’t make myself let her go.

I also couldn’t make myself stop kissing her.

It wasn’t until she physically pushed me up and away that I took a deep breath and finally thought about where exactly we were.