A Few Weeks Ago

Kailee

" I think we were ditched," the hot guy says, sidling up to me at the bar. He holds out his hand and licks a drop of beer off his bottom lip before looking me up and down. "Chase Barnett. Officer Half Inch's partner. Are you friends with Lorelei?"

I take the outstretched hand and blink twice as I shake it. Is he real? Nobody can be this hot without airbrushing, a personal chef, and a personal trainer. "Kailee," I say. At least, I try to say it. My mouth is still slightly open, and it's hard to talk when my lips won't move properly.

This is Liam's partner?

Liam's a drug task force agent who's been giving my boss and best friend, Lorelei, shit for running a food truck that specializes in marijuana edibles. Even though he's been a prat, they've been eye fucking since they met. Conveniently, I came here tonight with Lorelei, and she ditched me for Liam to drive her home as soon as Liam and Chase walked into the bar.

I hope Lorelei rides Liam like she's Zorro. We could both use a good lay. I could certainly use a good ride on Officer Viking next to me.

He's tall. Not as tall as Liam, but Chase must be a little over six feet. Wide shoulders. Perfectly straight, white teeth with blond curls that stop just past his ears. His ice-blue eyes are staring at me like he's a hungry wolf and my body is a lamb shank.

Fuck. I should have worn something nicer than a simple pair of jeans and a pink, long-sleeved shirt. At least it's a V-neck, and I squeeze my arms at my sides, hoping it pushes my breasts up a little. It works, and Chase flicks his eyes to my breasts, opens his mouth like he wants to talk, and looks away.

Say something, moron. Keep the hot guy talking to you. "I see you picked up on the nickname for your buddy. Is there any way you can get him off Lorelei's ass?"

He smiles and clears his throat. "Well, I'd like to say I could get him off her ass, but I don't think there's any way to keep him away from her ass." He scoots closer to me and tilts his head, studying me for a sign that I'm interested. I know this game. "If you know what I mean."

"You've noticed the constant eye fucking between them? "

"This is the first time I've met her, but in the thirty seconds I was around them both, there was definite eye fucking. He also can't keep his trap shut about her." He takes a sip of his beer and nods at me. "What's your story?"

"I work for Lorelei. I'm in the back of the edibles truck, taking stuff out of the oven and mixing second batches. Thankfully, I haven't been arrested for it by your dick partner yet, unlike Lorelei. Then again, I think he only cuffed her to get her into cuffs at least once."

Chase raises his beer in a salute. "True that. For what it's worth, I think he's being childish. I have no problem with weed since the state legalized it. It's the same legality as beer, for the most part. Maybe a bit stricter."

"I got the frisking he gave her on video. Dare me to put it on YouTube?"

"Maybe not yet since he's my partner. I'd probably get in deep shit with him if he did something wrong, but I like how you think. Points for vindictiveness." He moves closer to me on the stool, and the air practically crackles with sex. My fingers flex around my margarita glass, itching to run my hands up his bicep. "But I wanted to know about you personally. No Liam or Lorelei around. You're beautiful."

Oh. My. Fucking. God. The Viking cop thinks I'm pretty. I'm medium height and a bit curvy except for my lack of butt. We can't all be perfect like the specimen in front of me. Still, I wish I had washed my hair and done something with it besides a ponytail. I don't wear much makeup, and I suddenly long for more than just a hit of mascara and lip gloss on my face.

Is it just my imagination or are his pupils dark? His chest heaves under his shirt. It's blue, like his eyes. Maybe my ponytail and lack of makeup don't matter as much as the cosmetics industry would have us think.

And why does he keep biting his lip? It's all I can do to not clear the bar in one swipe of my arm, pull him to the scratched wood, and pull his dick out of those jeans he's wearing. I could really use some physical affection, and this guy may be just the ticket.

I take a deep breath, grounding myself and readying myself at the same time. He leans closer and touches a small wisp of dark hair that's escaped my ponytail. He doesn't even touch my skin, but I shiver, goosebumps moving up my arms. His eyes study my face, and he smiles when his eyes lock on a small beauty mark mole at the bottom of my cheek. I've always liked it and most people don't even notice it, but I touch the spot, suddenly self-conscious.

Pushing the thought aside, I force my mouth to open so he doesn't think I'm an idiot. Act cool, Kailee. Keep it together.

"My name is Kailee Lipshitz, and yes, my nickname in high school was Shits. I just like to put that out there first thing so everyone can laugh and move past it. I work at a weed truck on the side but mostly pay the bills by substitute teaching. My favorite food is corndogs. I like punk rock from fifteen years before I was born, and my pet peeves include reality TV and the word moist ."

He stares directly into my eyes. "I'm Chase Barnett. I hunt drug dealers for a living and have a douche partner with an overactive tape measure." He points to his shirt. "My favorite color is blue, and I promise never to say the word moist around you unless I'm describing cake. I also have a dragon tattoo up my right thigh that curls toward my dick, and I very much want to show it to you."

"You want to show me your dragon tattoo or your dick?"

He growls, his lip curling a little. He actually fucking growls as he leans even closer to me. "Both."

I put my finger in the air to get the bartender's attention. "Check please!"

***

I can't get a great glimpse of that dick he wanted to show me with my hands splayed against his beige kitchen wall as he takes me from behind. His dick is huge, though. I feel that all on my own without having to see it.

He drove us to his apartment, and I didn't even get to look at anything past his entryway and a small desk off to the side. I did a quick, cursory search for pictures of girlfriends before he had me up against the wall, kissing me with hunger. There are no signs of a lady in the apartment, and he tastes like beer and man – a deadly combination.

It was all a blur how we got this far. His hands roamed every part of my body before flicking my shirt somewhere near the front door and unhooking my bra in one experienced flick of his fingers. As he backed me into the kitchen, we both gave up aiming for his bedroom, and he spun me around, pulled my jeans down my body, nudged my legs apart, and took me right up against his wall, pushing himself into me with one urgent thrust.

Now, my cheek sticks to the cool wall, and it's a nice contrast to the heat of him at my back. He grips my hips hard, so hard there will be fingerprints tomorrow. I also know I'll trace the marks with my own finger pads for days, trying to remember every single moment of him. Reaching down, I rub my clit like a frantic madwoman, pushing myself to a much-needed orgasm.

He pulls my hair and jerks my head back so hard my neck muscles scream. "That's it, sweetheart. Make yourself come on my dick." He nuzzles my neck, and I swear my pussy gets wetter at his breath on my jaw. "I'm going to make you come all night."

I don't doubt his words. He's using and abusing my pussy so much that I can't catch my breath. My forehead bangs into his wall so hard that a nearby kitschy picture of a rooster in a chef's hat falls to the floor. We don't comment on it or move to pick it up. Chase kicks it aside as he widens his stance even more, notices I may be uncomfortable against the wall, and shifts me to the nearby kitchen counter.

I'm bent at the waist, and he purrs at my bent-over form. Reaching around, he palms my breasts as I continue flicking my clit just the way I like it. "God, these fucking tits are gorgeous. Mind if I fuck them later?" he asks breathlessly.

"Knock yourself out," I grunt as his cock hits all the way home again, pushing me into the granite. "Sounds like a great way to see that tattoo you talked up."

He chuckles and smacks my ass with one hand while still holding onto a breast. "Baby girl, you're going to be so familiar with my tattoo and dick before I'm done with you tonight that you'll be able to describe it to a sketch artist. I hope you have bags of frozen peas to take good care of this tight, little box tomorrow."

Electric pleasure moves up my spine, and I squirm against him as he laughs. "I love making gorgeous women squirm on my dick."

The nasty words from his mouth pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm hits so hard it's like slamming into a fun wall. This is no wave-like orgasm you can surf and catch your breath between crests. This is an eye-rolling, mind-losing release I'll remember for the rest of my life.

My pussy tenses around him, milking his cock and enticing him to buck harder into me. Someone in the room is moaning a million cuss words. I think that person's me, but he's also cussing, and our words blend together. Whoever's moaning so loud knows a lot of dirty words, though, and they sound sexy as fuck when they grunt them.

Sweat drips from somewhere on his body and lands on my back before dribbling straight down my butt crack. Chase, the sick bastard, sees it, swipes a finger through the sweat to wipe it away, and then makes a sucking noise. Did he just suck the sweat that was in my butt crack off his finger?

The sheer filth of it makes me come again. I haven't come back-to-back in five years without a vibrator. It's my own finger doing the clitoral stimulation, but damn if having a gorgeous man fucking me just right doesn't heighten every sense I have.

My second orgasm does it for Chase, and he grips my waist, pulling me against him in long, quick thrusts. I can't catch my breath, and I push my forehead to his counter, thinking about how full of him I am.

He releases deep inside of me with a long groan. As soon as his cock stops twitching, he pulls out and massages my ass as he bends down to kiss my hip. He drops more kisses on my lower back and works his way up my body, subtly telling me he's not yet done with me for the night.

"Are you staying in my bed so I can watch my cum run out of you all night?" he asks. He drops a kiss on the nape of my neck and then moves so his jaw is next to my ear. "You can wear my Nickelback t-shirt."

How can a girl say no to that?