“We’re in public, Sin,” she whispered as if she was offended. And she might very well be offended.
I didn’t fucking care.
She wasn’t saying no, either, and that was the important part right now.
“Push your pants down a little farther and bend at the waist,” I pushed.
She licked her lips, turning her face so that she could see me, and then did just that.
She had her hands on her hips and she was bending forward when I’d had all I could take.
With one hard thrust, I buried myself inside of her.
There was no resistance at all.
So she wanted it just as much as I wanted it based on the slickness that was now surrounding my cock.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out.
My moan joined her cry as I paused with my cock fully engulfed in her flames.
“Son of a bitch,” I growled as I pulled out and then thrust back inside—just as hard as the last time.
She cried out again, and again, and again.
Letting out an endless stream of cries, I fucked her hard, fast, and into oblivion.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I heard her gasp and chant. “I’m gonna come.”
That was good, because I was going to, too.
She sobbed out one last cry and clamped down around me, leaving me with nothing but my body’s instinctive movements as I came with her.
Hot jets of my release filled her up, and it was only when I was finished that I realized that I’d pressed her into the wall a little harder than I’d intended.
Fucked her a little harder, too.
“Shit,” I said as I pulled away.
Leaving her felt like leaving the warmth of your home on a dreary day.
But leave her I did.
Because that was when the guilt started to rush in for what I’d just done to her, in broad daylight, against a building.
Even the sight of my release running out of her and down the back of her thigh didn’t halt me.
Pulling away, I slowly pulled her panties and pants back into place before tucking myself back into my own pants.
She turned around, her face flushed, and looked at me with wide eyes.
“Shit,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
She blinked, then shook her head. “Don’t. That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I just shook my head and was about to say something more when I heard, “Yes, Officer. They’re over here.”
That was Laric, talking way louder than he needed to, headed our way.
I caught Blaise’s hand, knew that the officer would know exactly what we were doing over here based solely on the state of Blaise’s hair and the fire in her cheeks, and led her to the two men I could now hear looking for us.
I wasn’t surprised to find them on the sidewalk waiting as if they knew we would hear.
Laric took one look at us and grinned.
The officer looked blank-faced.
“Officer,” I grumbled.
“I’d like to take statements,” he said, looking from me to Blaise. “Starting with yours and how you found her.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and listened to her explain.
“Well, it all started with me seeing her at the grocery store,” she explained. “I saw the two of them in the parking lot. And I remembered the girl’s face from the Amber Alert that went out this morning after I got home from a doctor’s appointment. So I borrowed someone’s bike and followed them to this gas station. When the man went inside to pay for his gas, I got into the car with the little girl and locked the door.”
“You locked the door,” the officer said, looking and sounding incredulous. “You thought that was the smart thing to do? To get into a potential kidnapper’s car and lock the door?”
“He didn’t take the keys,” she defended herself. “And the back was really, really tinted. I couldn’t even see in when I tried. So I knew that he wouldn’t be able to see me in there. But that little girl was terrified, she looked like the photo that was going around on social media, and I couldn’t just do nothing.”
Bruno sidled up beside me and said, “I hope that you beat her ass later.”
I looked over at him. “Trust me, it’s gonna happen.”
“Like it happened on the side of that building?” he snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
I flipped him off. “You’re not going to see it.”
“Didn’t think so,” he murmured as he crossed his arms and listened to Blaise explain the rest of the events that led up to then. Skipping, of course, the sex we’d had against the back of the building.
“Speaking of the back of the building,” Hunt said as he came to stand beside me. “I had to erase about five minutes of tape. They’re going to notice that. But it was better than having you plastered on their television. Apparently, people are dumping trash in their dumpster and they’ve had to set up cameras to catch the culprits.”