Lord Have Mercy (Southern Gentleman 2)

In the front seat of my cruiser. Right near all the goddamn buttons and computer and anything else that probably shouldn’t be fucked on top of.

She twisted to the side and reached for the keys in the ignition, twisting it off and pulling them free. Once she had them in her hands, she launched herself at me.

I caught her without thought and backed up, thankful that I’d parked close enough to the curb that I stepped directly on top of the grass. If I hadn’t, I’d be on my ass.

“Take me inside,” she ordered. “Before I fuck you right here in the middle of my yard.”

I growled and stepped back a little more, searching blindly for the door to close it as I continued to assault her mouth with my own.

“You taste like the chocolate shake you had,” I growled. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

She shivered in my arms, and my hand finally caught on to the goddamn door.

Swinging it shut with a little too much force, I reached for the keys in her hand and blindly locked it, knowing without actually seeing that I’d accomplished my goal due to the amount of times I’d done it over my career.

Once I had everything locked up tight, I headed in the direction of Camryn’s front door, finally breaking free of her mouth when I nearly tripped over a potted plant.

“Steps,” she breathed. “There are steps.”

I looked down, catching sight of steps, as well as my hand firmly planted on her ass.

I squeezed it, doing what I’d wanted to do for quite a while now, and took the steps two at a time.

She bounced up and down against my shaft, and I groaned into her throat.

“The code to get in is three-five-seven-one,” she breathed. “For both the deadbolt and the doorknob.”

I sank my teeth lightly into her neck, and she fisted her hands into my hair.

Yanking my hair hard, she looked down into my face. “Take me inside.”

I grinned. “Impatient little thing.”

“No.” She paused. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for fucking me on my front porch. I’m fairly sure I could say it wasn’t me. But you being so distinctive with the tattoos, plus the police cruiser? You’d get fired in a heartbeat.”

Her being worried about my career was quite endearing.

Typing in the numbers that got me entrance to her place, I committed them to memory for future use.

When the alarm started to sound, I walked her over to the panel and then watched as she typed in another code, this one six-four-four-nine.

I committed that one to memory, too.

I wondered if she realized what she’d just done.

She’d trusted me with entrance into her sanctuary, and I’d be using it.

This wouldn’t be the only time that we came together.

No way, no how.

Based on the kisses that we’d participated in up until this point, I was going to love sinking my cock into her. I was also going to have a hard time staying away.

Hell, I’d had a hard time staying away before I’d kissed her.

It was going to be impossible now.

The door slammed as I kicked it shut with my foot.

“Now you can do what you want to me,” she breathed.

A thought occurred to me, and before we got too far into this, I’d be smart and try to rein in my libido.

“Do you have any condoms?” I pulled back slightly.

She looked at me like I’d spoken in a foreign language.

“Cam?” I squeezed her ass. “Condoms?”

She bit her lip and thought about it for a few long seconds. “I have some…I’m just not sure if they’re actually supposed to be used or not.”

I frowned at her. “What does that mean?”

She wiggled, and I set her down on her feet.

She hurried toward where I assumed was her bedroom, and I followed her at a much more sedate pace.

I wanted to chase after her and tackle her to the ground. I wanted to rip those clothes off her body and slip my cock out of the zipper of my jeans and then fuck her senseless.

Instead, I stayed as far behind as I could manage, and still keep her in sight.

I found her bending over her bedside table, pulling out an arrangement of some sort.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking at the balloon/condom assortment.

“Raleigh got it for me for my birthday,” she answered, looking at me gleefully. “Do you think you can use these?”

I walked up to her and plucked one of the little foil squares out of the placard holder, inspecting the package.

“Um,” I paused, trying to make my brain think past the tent in my pants. “I think so.”

She grinned, then she pounced.

I fell backward on the bed, just like she wanted me to, and allowed her to take the lead.

I swallowed hard when she went directly for my zipper.

I had to catch her hand before she took my dick off with the zipper. “Easy, honey. Swear to God, I want to use that thing in just a second.”