He reached further inside, started the car, and then turned on the air, positioning the vents to blow directly on her. He cupped her cheek and looked into her dazed eyes. “Drive carefully. I’ll be right behind you to make sure you get home safely.” He lightly stroked her lips with his thumb before straightening to his full height. He reached down and adjusted the massive erection his loose-fitted pants did little to disguise, then closed the door. He brought his fingers to his hat in a brief salute and sauntered away.
Tameka watched him in her mirrors like a woman in a drug-induced haze. She snapped out of it when he was once more encased in the cruiser, his magnificent body out of sight. She put the car into gear, checked for on-coming traffic, then merged back onto the road. Officer Wilson was right behind her. He followed her until she turned off of the road and onto the long drive leading to her grandmother’s house where she now resided.
Deputy Chad Wilson sat in his patrol car and gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. The smell of her cream on his hands was driving him insane with lust. He fought with everything that was within him not to rip open his door, drag Tameka out of her car, and throw her onto the hood while he pounded into her from behind. He wanted to ride her until she screamed his name. He wanted to fuck her until she never thought of any other cock but his.
He gritted his jaw, feeling it as it began to elongate. His beast rode him hard, trying to get out. It wanted the woman and it wanted her now. Fuck her! Claim her! Do it now, before she gets away! Its fury at being denied what it wanted was stunning in its intensity. The rearview mirror caught his attention. His eyes glowed with power. He had to gain control. He couldn’t function like this.
Chad snapped to attention when her car eased onto the road.
She’s getting away! He shoved his beast back inside and locked the door. Then he cranked the engine and pulled out behind her, catching her easily.
He snatched up the receiver and radioed dispatch. “This is Deputy Wilson reporting in. I’m finished with the roadside assistance, and escorting the citizen back to her residence now.
Tell Rome after this, I’m done for the day.”
“Roger. See you in the morning, Chad.”
Chad threw down the mike. He was out of his fucking mind.
What in the hell possessed him to do something so stupid? If Rome discovered what he’d done, he’d be looking for another job. If Alex found out about it, he’d be looking for another pack.
He’d never done anything this foolhardy. He was strictly a no-nonsense, by-the-book type of guy. It’s what kept him sane.
Rules allowed him to keep his predatory instincts under strict control.
Control that flew out the window the minute she smiled at him. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position with this boner that just would not go down. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled. An inhuman growl filled the car. Mine! The woman had bewitched and damned him with a smile, because at the first opportunity that presented itself, he was going to do it again, damn the consequences. And this time, he wouldn’t stop until she was his.
Tameka walked in the house, shaken by her experience. A sheriff’s deputy had molested her. Worse, she’d assisted.
“Harder. Deeper. Faster,” she muttered, thoroughly disgusted with herself. “God, Meka, could you have sounded any needier?”
She should have fought, resisted, threatened to sue him and his department for sexual harassment. Even if she didn’t follow through, the threat alone would have let him know she wasn’t someone to toy with. She’d done none of it; just gone along with whatever he commanded like a good little submissive.
She was totally disgusted with herself. Well, only partially.
Another part was wondering, if the man made her come twice using only his hands, what could he accomplish if his mouth and cock got involved? Tameka shivered with renewed desire. One thing was certain: no one else could know that this happened.
She was hot and sticky, the air conditioning doing little to cool the fever in her body. She dropped her purse and keys on the counter and headed for the bathroom, stripping as she went.
As the lukewarm water saturated her body, her thoughts went back to Officer C. Wilson.
The man was simply gorgeous. Tall, broad-chested, and lean-hipped, his body was that of a man who took good care of himself. He was strong, very strong. He’d lifted and carried her without any strain, and she was no lightweight. And his eyes!
They were the prettiest shade of light green she’d ever seen, despite being arctic cold.
Tameka squirted body wash into her hands and rubbed it over her body. As she washed her breasts the nipples tightened, still sensitive from his earlier handling. She caressed them, remembering the feel of his hands as he manipulated them. She pretended that it was still his large, calloused hands on her body, instead of her small, soft ones.
It was nice but didn’t compare to the real thing. Moving on, she soaped her way down to her clit and massaged it from its hood. As she stroked herself, she imagined what would have happened if he’d have tugged her panties down, flipped her skirt onto her back, and fucked her silly with his massive cock. The muscles of her vagina clenched in response, reminding her of its empty state. She rubbed harder, picturing him slamming into her from behind, each stroke taking him deeper than the one before, driving her crazy as he hit her g-spot over and over.
The orgasm hit hard, her muscles locked and she lurched forward into the spray of the shower. She coughed and sputtered as water streamed into her mouth and nose. She jerked back, almost falling in the slippery tub, embarrassed to be fantasizing about something she should be glad never happened. Who knew how many women the man had accosted? Surely she wasn’t the only one. That miserable thought dampened her ardor and chased her out of the shower.
In deference to the heat, she dressed in a yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps, was banded at the breasts, and fell to mid-thigh. Her nether lips were still swollen and tender, so she bypassed the underwear drawer, choosing instead to go without.
Still a little unsettled, she poured a tall glass of iced tea, sweetened to perfection, and stretched out on the couch with the Cosmo magazine she’d purchased while out and about. She was going to enjoy what was left of her evening if killed her. There was time enough to eat later, once she figured out what she wanted to cook.
Tameka had only read half the magazine when the doorbell rang, shocking her. She’d only been here a week and didn’t know anyone. She glanced out the window and saw a large, gleaming black pickup truck parked behind her car. When she peered through the peephole, she saw the back of a fairly large male with white-blond hair. “He must have the wrong address,” she muttered.
Tameka cautiously opened the door. “Can I help you?” She stared in shock as the man turned around. “I hope you like Chinese. I got a variety of entrees, not knowing which kind you preferred.”
Officer Wilson pushed his way past her and into the house.
“I’ll set these down in the kitchen.”
Tameka gaped at him, too stunned to say anything.
“I have pork fried rice, lo mien, sweet-n-sour chicken, moo goo gai pan, and sesame chicken. I also brought some of those crabmeat wontons to go with our dinner, and of course, no Chinese meal is complete without egg rolls. I didn’t get any drinks. If you don’t have anything, water’s fine,” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into her kitchen.