Well-deserved. Hard. Spanking.

Reese wasn’t entirely certain what she was more excited about. Being in Sawyer’s muscular arms, the kind of man who was controlling yet respectful, sexy as any man she’d ever laid eyes on. Or, his ability to slide right through her armor, finding the softness inside and the woman craving blissful domination. What she did know with absolute certainty was that her panties were damp, her nipples hard and aching and her legs quivering. Damn it! Two minutes into a dance.

Well, not just any dance.

She was dancing with an honored man, a cowboy and one of the gentlest souls she’d ever encountered.

Sawyer held her close, his actions stiff, his hands positioned just so. The closeness was magical, yet he wasn’t pushing any boundaries.

Which drew her in even more.

“When the evening shadows and the stars appear…”

“And there is no one to dry your tears…”

The words of the country song blasted through the speaker system, the male singer’s slight twang filled with regret. Remorse. A single tear slipped into the corner of her eye, creating a flutter in her heart. The reaction shocked the hell out of her. Unable to look into his eyes, she simply clung to him, drinking in his scent, reveling in the quiet moment, as if no one else was in the room.

“Oh, I hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.”

Sawyer’s voice was whispered, a slight husk as he moved his lips back and forth across her ear, his fingers brushing softly against her lower back.

A sense of knowing, of belonging slipped past the last vestige of anxiety, creating a wave of anticipation. Lost in the rapture of his voice, she closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder.

“I could hold you for a million years,” he murmured, their bodies melding together.

Swallowing hard, she rubbed the tips of her fingers in lazy circles, shivering even as a rush of heat rushed through every muscle. She could no longer feel her legs. Even his aftershave had the scent of a real man. Woods. Musky. Testosterone. And why had he bothered since he hadn’t shaved in at least two days? Lifting her head, she caught a glint in his eyes, a light misting and so very unexpected. “A spanking?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his lips remaining dangerously close to her pulse.

She dragged the tip of her tongue across the seam of her lips as she clung to him. The way his groin was pushed into her stomach, the thick bulge sliding back and forth, was such a powerful aphrodisiac. There was no reason why she was this attracted to a stranger. A literal stranger. This magnificent man remained a mystery man. Mmm… “And do you handle the spanking?” You can’t fall this easily. You just… You’re a grown woman. The connection was so intense, leaving her breathless as the desire increased. Forcing her eyes to open, she gazed into his. Even in the shadowed light of the dance floor, the luminescent shimmers highlighted the gorgeous steel blue eyes of his.

He gave her a thoughtful look as he rubbed his hand up and down her back before sliding two fingers just inside the waistband of her jeans. “Absolutely. I’m a firm believer in discipline.”

Had Stasha told him all her dirty secrets? Wait. Stasha only had a remote idea of what she craved, fantasized about every night. Even her time with Christopher couldn’t compare to her imagination. “Yes.” Laughing nervously, she could feel her pulse increasing, her heart thumping.

Sawyer remained quiet as he turned them in small, succinct circles, controlling the tiny portion of the dance floor as if it were his own. And his eyes, his soulful eyes never left hers.

She could tell what he was thinking, his desires similar to her own and she wished this could be a different time, another place.

When the song ended, he continued to sway back and forth, his groin pushed as hard against her as possible. After other people brushed by them, leaving the dance floor, only then did he widen the distance between them. “I know this sounds crazy.”

“Crazy can be good.” Seeing his hesitation, she caressed his shoulder.

“Would you like to take a drive?”

The question seemed to ring in her ears, one she wouldn’t have anticipated, and she knew the answer without thinking. “Yes.”

Gripping her hand, he took another step back before lifting her arm, brushing his lips across her knuckles. The look authoritative, he headed toward her table.

Jo and Tina shrank back, watching every move as she reached down, grabbing her purse. And of course, she heard their exclaims of glee as she was led to the entrance and out into the parking lot. The storm had created a light fog blanketing the area, muting the lights in the parking lot. She shivered, although the night was humid, and every inch of skin was covered in pinpricks. Every part of her was alive, invigorated, even though this might be the craziest decision of her life.

He weaved his way through the myriad of mostly trucks, the jam-packed lot splattered with a few sports cars, to the back of the building. Sitting directly under a street light was an aging Bronco, colorful murals painted along the entire passenger side.

“Spaceships?” A giggle bubbled to her mouth. Everything about this man was unexpected.

“Hey, don’t knock it. They were considered art at least at the time,” he said then shrugged as he tugged his keys from his pocket. “Somebody paid a lot of money to have these babies hand painted.” Grinning, he unlocked the door, wincing as the hinges creaked. “My chariot away from home.”

“Not you, huh?”

“Oh, hell no. A little drug money helped me purchase this for a song off a kid at a 7-Eleven.”

“You do realize you’re talking to an officer of the court,” she said, holding back a laugh.

“Oops.” Closing the door, he tapped on the window before walking around to the other side.

Even his walk was sexy as hell. “Wow.” Wiggling in her seat, the way her G-string pushed against her pussy lips was a distinct reminder of just how turned on she was.

Sawyer slid inside, closing the door and sliding the keys into the ignition. “What shall we do now?”

“We could talk,” she offered, although her words held absolutely zero conviction.

“We could,” he said as he nodded. His face pinched, he hummed for a few seconds as he tapped his finger on the steering wheel. “But I have a better idea.” Leaning over the bench seat, he yanked her close to him, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other cupping her head. He captured her mouth, holding still as his lips moved slowly, a gentle caress, a lover’s taste.

She moaned as she gripped his shirt, clenching the thin material, the angle forcing her nipples to scrape against her lace bra. Unhindered by the amount of space, she scooted closer, allowing her hand to travel down his chest to his waist.

Sawyer slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring, hot breath skipping around the edges, the heat brushing against her skin.

Tingling all over, she rubbed his leg, kneading, caressing as her fingers stretched for his crotch. She longed to feel his thick cock in her hand, throbbing as she pumped the base.

Grunting, the kiss became more passionate, their tongues entwining, the act forceful.

Reese cupped his groin, rubbing her fingers up and down the length of his bulge, the fabric straining, as if begging for release. She was wet and hot, her pulse rising into her throat.

He fisted her hair, holding her in place as he French kissed her, thrusting his tongue in deeper, harder. His grunts became almost savage, filling the tight space.

Her fingers worked to find his zipper, to release his dick, his balls.

Yanking her head, he broke the kiss, a single growl emitted from deep within as he breathed across her mouth. “God, I want you.”

Blinking, she tried to focus but there was no way of seeing, no way of being able to clear her foggy mind as desire ripped through her. She was lost to the man, hungry and almost desperate to have all of him, to give him anything he asked. “Yes. Yes!”

He licked around her lips, the circle becoming a zigzag, slow and steady. Moving his mouth, he slid his lips across her cheek to her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across her earlobe. “What do you want?”

“Every… thing…” she muttered as she finagled his brass buckle, yanking on his leather belt. Leather. Another shiver slithered down her spine, crossing to her cunt. She longed to be tethered, waiting for his firm hand, his belt.

“Mmm… Be careful, lady. I will give you just that.” He licked down her neck, sucking on her tender skin as he shifted his other hand to her shoulder, crawling his fingers down to her breast. Squeezing, he kept the hold firm, commanding.

“Oh, God.” The heat became extreme, leaving her panting. Sweating. Beads rolling down the back of her neck. And all she wanted to do was bend over, take his cock into her wet mouth.

Tap. Tap!

Jerking up, Sawyer hissed as he looked over his shoulder.

She half hid yet was curious and peeked out. Seeing both Boone and Stasha, she groaned and closed her eyes.

“Get away or I’ll kill you,” Sawyer stated playfully, just loud enough to pop through the closed glass. After they made faces before walking away, hand in hand, he slumped then tipped his head in her direction. “So much for spontaneity.”

“You surprise me, smokejumper Sawyer Lincoln,” she said after a few seconds. Studying his face, she adored his carved cheekbones and pronounced chin, the single dimple creating a mischievous expression. Even the way his graying hair hung on his shirt collar was sexy.

He smiled, his face flushing. “Why is that, defense attorney Reese Winton?”

“You’re not like any other man I’ve met.”

“And how many men have you met?” he asked playfully, taking her hand into his.

“Enough to know the monsters from the good guys.”

Sawyer issued a guttural sound. “Monsters?”

Swallowing hard, she was forced back into the holding cell. Walker. His words. The look on his face. She realized she must be shaking given Sawyer’s tightening grip. “Monsters are real. They aren’t just the things nightmares are created from. They eat at your soul, dragging you down with them into their myriad of murderous cravings. They get inside your head, pushing you to pull that very part of yourself into the open so they feed off the energy. They are controlling in ways that the majority of people could never understand. They are sick. Evil. And trust me, you never want to get in their path of destruction.”

The air was heavy.

“And you didn’t need to hear all of that now did you?” She wiped her brow, almost terrified to look in his eyes. What the man must think.

Wrinkling his nose, he hesitated before speaking. “Wow. I hope I’m one of the good guys. I don’t usually allow the beast out of his cage very often.”

She plied her fingers between his. “I might like to see that beast sometime.”

A wave of sadness crossed his face, if only for a split second. He glanced down, his fingers rubbing back and forth across her hand. “Not the one buried deep inside. He’s not a good man. Granted, he’s not what you just described.”

The words were so touching, a mere glimpse inside a tortured soul. She cupped his jaw, brushing her thumb across his lips. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m a very good judge of character and I can tell you’re kind and loving, giving to a fault.”

A single long breath escaped his lips. “You don’t know me.”

“I know enough. You’ve been a smokejumper for over ten years. You’re originally from Missoula and lost your parents before they could see you join such an amazing team. You have a little ranch with horses and cattle, a place you call Serenity. You favor bourbon over beer. Steaks over fish and have a penchant for jazz music. You, and the rest of the team, were indeed a featured article in People Magazine, which you absolutely loathed doing. And most importantly, at least to me, I know you’re not a serial killer or rapist. How am I doing so far, cowboy?” Grilling Stasha had been her style and she would never have understood how important the information might be in simply getting to know him. Guarded. Maybe jaded. This was Sawyer.

“Whew,” he managed to say, his eyes opening wide.

“My job. To dig into everyone. That’s how I know you’re not a killer.”

“You deal with a lot of them?” There was a lilt in his voice.

“Serial killers?” When he nodded, she sighed. “Unfortunately, I’ve had my share.”

Chuckling, he lifted a single eyebrow and made a face. “I can see I’m going to have to instruct Boone to spank Stasha for hours.” Laughing, the heavy mood seemed to lift. “You have me at a total disadvantage given you know my life story. I don’t like that.”

“Because you prefer being in charge.” She bit her lower lip, joyful from the bantering. Just what would the hunky man do?

“Prefer?” he asked, the tone full of blatant command. “I will be in charge and you will obey.”

Whether or not he was teasing, she wasn’t certain she cared. The words wrapped around her mind, filling her imagination with delicious and very sinful thoughts. “Why, yes, sir.”

Sawyer gave her a once over before tugging her closer. “I’m serious.”

Somehow, she knew he was dead serious. Change the subject. Calm down. Breathe. As if her little voice could do anything about her condition. “By the way, I kinda liked this out in the open rendezvous. No, I really enjoyed this.” Even her laugh was nervous around him.

“You did, huh?” He narrowed his eyes as he studied her. “I know a beautiful place after a rainstorm. Are you game?”

“As long as I’m with you.” How could the words be said so simply, without fear or prejudice? There was no decent explanation, just a gut feeling pooling in her belly. This man might just be someone she could trust.

Or even love.

“Excellent.” He started the engine then cupped her chin, brushing his lips across hers. “Get ready for a rough ride.”

* * *

Sawyer was surprised he was lightheaded, his heart rate higher than normal, but the way Reese was leaning against his arm, her hand on his thigh was driving him bat ass crazy. The kiss, the fondling had been off the chain and the interruption? He bit back a laugh. As if finding the two of them half clothed in the back lot of Ziggy’s wouldn’t be some kind of special story. He could envision a bulletin on the six o’ clock news.

“Where are we going?” Reese asked, her hand moving dangerously close to his crotch yet again.

He sucked in his breath and gave a quick glance. “I told you, somewhere very special to me, but if you keep that up, I might just have to pull over right here.”

“In the middle of nowhere?” Lifting her head, she gazed out the windshield as she moved her hand closer, her fingertips rubbing the base of his crotch.

“Oh, you are so bad. I know how to deal with that.” He eyed the turn he was searching for and while the moon had broken through the swirling clouds, there would be little reflection on the water. Still, just being by the river would make this night endearing. What did he know? Easing the Bronco onto the gravel drive, he could tell she was intrigued. His thoughts drifted to her monster. Whatever case she was dealing with was eating at her, turning her upside down.

“What is this place?”

Sawyer pulled the car past the normal parking areas and through a series of trees until he hit a clearing. Pulling to a stop, he cut the engine. “When I was a little boy, my parents used to take me here on picnics. At the time, I was bored to tears. Skipping rocks can only create but so much imagination.” Laughing, he pressed his hand on top of hers, moving both up to the middle of his groin. “And my parents would never know what this spot just might turn into.”

“Lover’s lane?” she asked as she gave his cock a squeeze.

“Something like that.”

She caressed it for a few seconds before darting a look in the back. Unfastening her seatbelt, she crawled over the seats, plopping herself down and patting the area next to her. “Room enough for two, cowboy.”

“Hmmm…” After removing his seatbelt, he glanced into the rearview mirror. He didn’t need a bright shining light to know just how gorgeous she was or how much he wanted this moment to happen. “I’ll think I’ll be civilized and use the door.”

“Have it your way. No sense of adventure.”

“Oh, you just wait.” Sawyer laughed as he moved from the front to the back, settling in next to her. “Now, about all that teasing you were doing.”

“Me? Teasing?”

“Yes, you.” Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her over his lap. “We have plenty of room for a spanking.”

“Here? Now?”

“You betcha.”

Smack! Crack!

“Ouch!” Jerking up, Reese struggled in his lap, every move grinding against his groin.

“You aren’t going to get out of it, so I’d relax if I were you.”

Pop! Slap!

“That hurts.”

“You know what? Not as much as a spanking should. Take off your jeans.”

Reese pushed her hand against the side of the Bronco. “You’re kidding me, right? You want me half naked in the back of your vehicle? You realize that this is likely against the law.”

There were so many sexual overtones in the tone of her voice. “I am a rule breaker. Something you will learn.” He eased her into a sitting position. “Take them off, now or your punishment will be much worse.”

“You’re mean.”

He held his breath for fear of laughing. “Now.”

“Okay.”

“That’s not what you say to the man in charge.”

“Fine. Yes, sir.” She mumbled under her breath as she unfastened her jeans then yanked off her shoes. Lifting her ass off the seat, she struggled to yank the tight material down past her hips.

“No cursing. You know better than that.”

“I do? Who says?” Reese huffed as she finally managed to tug them all the way down, jerking them off. “There. You happy?”

“Panties too and give them to me.” He held out his hand.

“I like these panties, thank you very much.”

Sawyer took a long and very slow glance down from her face to her stomach then her long legs. “I do too. They’ll make a nice treat.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“That I am.”

Shaking her head, she did as she was told, sliding her fingers under the thin elastic and easing them down, balling them into her hand.

He closed then opened his fingers. “Come on. Let me have them.”

“Such a brute.” She slapped them in his hand, her mouth pursed.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, darlin’. Okay, let’s get this spanking over with.” He slipped the panties into his back pocket, a smile remaining on his face. Patting his lap, he held up both arms until she crawled over, settling her stomach on his thighs. “A hard spanking so let’s see... Forty. If you don’t stay in position, I might have to pull out my belt.”

“Yes, sir.” As if resigned, she laid down, pressing her face against the vinyl seat.

He caught her heavy breathing but knew her condition had nothing to do with the spanking she was about to receive. Rubbing both ass cheeks, he felt another pinch as his cock pushed hard against his jeans. Sweet Jesus, he was in agony.

Pop! Slap!

The sting in his hand was immediate and delicious. He clenched his fist as she moaned and he caught a whiff of her pussy, sweet and tantalizing. Control. You must have control. At least for a little while.

Smack! Crack!

“Oh!” Her exclamation was mumbled but she kicked out her leg, slapping her foot against the side of the vehicle.

Whack! Slap!

Sawyer pushed his hand on the small of her back. “Remember what I said.”

“Yes, I heard you. I mean, sir.”

He already adored the way she wanted to submit but would continue to shove hard against the boundaries. Spunk. He was unable to resist this girl. All the conversations in the Burnout Club about domestic discipline and he’d been nothing more than a spectator. Until now.

Pop! Crack! Smack! Slap!

She moaned and fisted her hands, wiggling and grinding.

He wasn’t going to be able to take this much longer.

Slap! Crack!

“Oh!” she whispered.

Smack! Thwack!

With every hard slap of his hand, he could tell she was letting go, releasing her own personal demons. If only he was able to do the same.

Crack! Pop!

“Five more,” he whispered and could no longer recognize his voice.

“I’ll die.”

“No, you’ll feel peace.”

Slap! Pop!

His entire arm was tingling, his right foot thumping against the floorboard. He was sweating, beads trickling down from his forehead into his eyes.

Smack!

He slid the tip of his finger down the crack of her ass, longing to slide it between her cheeks, finding her dark hole.

Crack! Pop!

Panting, her chest was heaving as she pummeled the seat.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked as if the ending result mattered at this point. He continued rubbing, moving his hand between her thighs.

She parted her legs, allowing him complete access. “Very good.”

“I’m glad to hear you’ve learned your lesson.” He was lost in a haze, a fog surrounding him, his mind reveling in the shared intimacy, one he hadn’t experienced in several years. She was absolutely a woman he wanted to learn about: every nuance, every conflicted desire. He had no doubt they’d match his own.

Her moans became sexual, lilting as she shifted her hips back and forth. “Can I show you?”

“Hmmm… Perhaps that would be a good idea.”

Crawling off his lap, she remained on her knees and gave him a heated look before tugging her shirt up and over her head, holding out her arm as the material fell to the floor. Sliding first one then the other bra strap down her arms, she maneuvered until she was free from the tight confines. Then she reached for his buckle, crowding closer, her fingers working quickly.

He eased his arms over the seats, spreading his legs wide open as she worked to unbuckle and unfasten. The moment she ran her fingers across his belt, she issued a series of whimpers. “You crave leather.”

“Oh, yes, sir. The belt is the perfect implement for discipline. Strict. Unyielding. Demanding.” Darting her eyes to his, she offered a seductive smile before unfastening and unzipping his jeans. She crawled closer as she attempted to lower his pants.

The words settled in the back of his mind, igniting the beast hovering just below the surface. What he could do to this woman could indeed be a crime. Using his powerful leg muscles, he lifted his hips, watching every move as she wrapped her fingers around the dense material, slowly guiding his jeans past his hips. When they rested on the tops of his knees, he sat down but kept his hands in place.

Reese purred as she slipped her hand between his thighs, cradling and caressing his already swollen balls. “You’re hungry.”

“Always hungry.” The fog was thick around the periphery of his vision, his own dark cravings meshing with his beast. He could take her in every hole, use her, dominate her.

Fulfill her.

Tossing back his head, he closed his eyes as she wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock, pumping very slowly up and down. As she blew across the tip of his cockhead, every muscle in his body tensed. “No teasing. Dear God, no teasing.”

“Or what?” She blew again before dragging the tip of her tongue across his sensitive slit, her hand tightening on his shaft, twisting, creating friction.

Agony. He was in absolute agony, his balls pulsing, his dick throbbing. “Suck me.” He had to watch her, to take in every shared moment. His eyes wide open, he struggled to control his breathing as she slid her tongue all the way around his cockhead then took the tip into her mouth, sucking.

She moaned past the invasion as she rolled his testicles between her fingers, taking her time as she added pressure then let go. Squeezed again then released.

He was going to go mad.

Taking his cock down an inch, then another, she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, all the while her hand pumped up and down, meeting her mouth.

Sawyer tossed his head back and forth, groaning, steam rising in the Bronco. What the hell did he care? This was a raw slice of ecstasy. He flexed his fingers as his muscles tensed, electricity shooting through every cell. Placing his hand on her head, he threaded his fingers through her long hair, keeping her in place, not yet commanding her actions.

But he would.

She took him down further, sucking, swirling her tongue, her hand twisting and turning on the base of his shaft.

“Take all of me,” he whispered, the sound husky, laced with raging desire.

Instead of obeying, she removed his cock from her mouth, lifting his shaft and licking down the underside, her eyes steadying on his, a slight curl on the corner of her mouth.

He groaned and pushed her head, a simple reminder that he was very much in charge. “Suck me. Now.”

Her grunts becoming animalistic, she licked up and down then slid the tip of her tongue around his balls, every move slow and methodical.

His legs were shaking, his heart thumping against his chest. Fuck. He was going to explode if she wasn’t careful. Hell, no. He would come inside of her, filling her with his seed. The thought giving him a smile, he tried to maintain control, to allow her to play a little while longer.

She sucked on his balls, moving back and forth, all the while her hands teasing, taunting him, pumping.

“That’s it. Suck me.” He was surprised how rattled his voice sounded, how demanding.

Dragging her tongue back up the entire length of his shaft, she opened her mouth wide, her eyes shimmering in the dim light, and engulfed his cock.

“Fuck!” Shocked that she took him all the way down, he jutted his hips, shoving the tip of his dick against the back of her mouth.

She held him in her mouth, her tongue darting back and forth, her hands caressing his thighs, his balls.

He was going to lose his absolute mind. “Yes. Yes!”

Moving up and down, she sucked, the sounds floating into the air.

Lolling his head, he face fucked her, using his thighs as he thrust into her mouth, each move faster. Harder. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to lose his load. “I… Stop. I. Want. More.”

After a few seconds, she eased his dick out of her mouth, rolling the tip around and around her mouth, strangled sounds coming from her throat. “More, sir?”

“Ride me. Crawl on top. I need that sweet pussy of yours. I need to make you come.”

A series of moans escaped her mouth as she shifted her leg over him, rising onto her knees. Cupping his face, she leaned down, peppering kisses on his forehead and nose, his cheeks then his lips.

The taste of her was sweet, succulent and he allowed her to have this moment of control, her tongue darting inside, ever so gently. She kept the kiss full of passion as well as exploration, her tongue sliding back and forth across his, her mouth opening wide, her lips pressing against his heated skin.

Unable to control the man inside, he rubbed his hands down her arms, marveling at her softness, the way she shivered at his every touch. Cupping her breasts, he held them, his fingers sliding back and forth across her already hardened nipples. Even the scent of her was so powerful he could barely breathe.

She tilted back his head, nipping and kissing his chin, his jaw then his neck, sucking, her teeth digging in.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep the moment forever, never wanting to leave this special place, but his cock was aching, creating a wave of sheer agony. Issuing a hissing grunt, he grabbed her hips, tugging her into position. “I can’t hold back any longer. Ride me, baby. Ride me.”

A wicked smile crossing her face, she positioned the tip of his cock against her clit, rubbing in small circles. “Mmm…”

“Are you going to come for me?”

“I might,” she whispered and repeated the move before sliding his shaft up and down the length of her pussy. “Yes. Ohhh…”

The way she eased her head back, her mouth slack, her eyes closed, he could tell she would come easily. He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth. As she kept rubbing, her hips gyrating, he sucked, taking her hardened bud in between his teeth. Gripping her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched then twisted, creating a wave of pain.

“Fuck. Me.” Panting, she moved his dick faster, sliding up and down, dipping into her cunt then swirling around her clit. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip as she moaned, rocking forward and backward.

He dragged his tongue around her nipple as he pinched harder until she whimpered. The woman craved pain, loved his control, her submission.

“I… Shit…” Her mouth going slack, her face pinched as her entire body began to tremble. “I’m going to…”

“Hold. Wait,” he whispered, the tone commanding. Almost harsh.

She laughed then moaned, tossing her head from side to side, her hand twisting around his cock as she masturbated herself.

This was too damn hot. “Come, baby. Come for me.”

“I… I… Oh!” Her entire body going rigid, she threw her head back, issuing a silent scream.

Gripping her hips, he yanked her down, impaling her with the entire length of his cock. They both shuddered, and she fell against him, her fingers digging into his arms.

“Yes. Oh, God!”

“Rock me. Ride me hard. Take all you want.” The command issued, he loosened his grip as she began to move, rocking forward and backward, clenching her pussy muscles.

“Shit…” He blinked several times, savoring the passion, the intensity as she pumped him, moving up and down, the wetness and the heat almost too much to bear.

A single laugh pushed past her lips as she dropped her head, keeping her lips a mere inch from his. “So big.”

“So tight.”

“Mmm…” Reese dug her heels into his legs as she fucked him, pumping up until she was on her knees.

He held her, his heart racing to the point he had difficulty breathing. She was so wet. So damn hot. He was… “I can’t hold it. I…” His body began to shake as his balls filled with cum. Nothing was going to keep him from coming. “Ride me, baby. Harder.”

She obeyed instantly, rocking, her body shaking. “Yes. Yes!”

Sawyer could no longer see anything and as cum shot up his shaft, he tipped his head back and roared. “Yes!”

“Oh…” Her body continued to move, the force pushing him hard against the seat.

He no longer cared as ecstasy filled him, driving him into a sublime state. “That was…”

Whoosh!

A flash of light suddenly filled the entire Bronco.

“What the hell?” Snapping her head in the direction of the intrusion, she instinctively covered her breasts as she winced given the harsh light. “Oh, no. This isn’t good.” She scrambled to crawl off his lap, cursing as she attempted to locate her clothes.

He tried to look over his shoulder but could see nothing. Except… For a flashing blue light. “Fuck.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to drag his jeans up his sweaty body. There could be nothing worse and he only prayed he didn’t know the deputy headed in their direction. “Get ready, sweetheart because I think we’re gonna be famous.”

“No! This can’t be happening. No!” She managed to yank her top over her head, wincing as she hovered as low as possible. Fumbling with her jeans, she yelped the second there was a tap on the window.

Sawyer tried hard not to keep laughing but there was little else they could do. Rolling down the window, he blinked several times as the flashlight was flashed inside. “Evening, Deputy.”

“Sawyer? Miss Winton? Holy shit.”

Narrowing her eyes, she’d managed to cover her lower extremities with her jeans and she crouched in the background, her face pinched. “Carter?”

“You know him?” Sawyer asked.

“I guess just like you do,” she whispered and dropped her head. “I am so dead.”

“Well, well. I can see I’ve interrupted something,” Carter laughed as he leaned further into the vehicle.

“We were just leaving,” Sawyer said between clenched teeth. This would no doubt get out to everyone else. Everyone. He was a dead man.

“Uh. Huh. Looks to me like you were just getting started. Need I remind you that this park is off limits after hours?” Carter asked, his voice continuing to hold laughter.

“I know. We’ll get out of here,” Sawyer insisted, imagining the faces of the other smokejumpers when they heard. A laughing stock? Hell, they might create a banner on the side of the highway. Carter Worth was a fun-loving guy, but he also took his job seriously. Depending on the man’s mood, they could find themselves in lock up. Oh, brother. That would be freaking perfect.

Carter exhaled and darted his eyes away from Reese, swiveling the light in another direction. “I don’t know, Sawyer. This is troubling and very much against the law. I have a job to do.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Carter. I will hunt you down and break every bone in your body if you do this!” Reese huffed, struggling to keep herself covered.

“Are you threatening me, Miss Winton?” Carter reeled back.

Sawyer swore under his breath before shooting her a dominating look, his hand gripping her knee. “I can handle this.”

“Right,” she blew a strand of hair out of her face.

“Carter. I don’t think we need to blow this out of proportion. Do you?”

Deputy Worth scratched his head, hesitating as if debating their fate. “I tell you what, Sawyer. I just can’t be seen as giving special treatment. You know how it is.”

Narrowing his eyes, he could tell Carter was blowing smoke up his ass, having way too much fun with their predicament. “You know I’ll be eternally grateful. We’re buddies anyway. Haven’t I helped you out with some particularly nasty arson cases?”

“Sawyer, that sounds a hell of lot like you’re trying to bribe me,” Carter stated, now unable to keep the smile off his face.

Crawling over Sawyer, Reese held out her index finger. “I am a powerful woman, Carter. I can make your life miserable.”

Sawyer wanted to crawl under the Bronco. Instead, he fisted her hair, tugging her away from the window. “As I said. I can handle this.” He was ready to burst into laughter. Nervous laughter. “Carter. We are leaving, and I can promise you this won’t happen again. Will you let this one go?” For the love of God?

Moving from foot to foot, Carter glanced up at the sky, taking his sweet time in answering. “Tell you what. Introduce me to that sweet thing you have as an Operations Manager and we’ll call it a deal.”

“Katie?” Katie Myers had worked in the Jackal’s office for a solid three years and while she was petite, she would kick the deputy’s ass. Couldn’t be a better deal.

“She’s mighty fine,” Carter said, his voice gravelly.

“Send this chick to him on a silver platter,” Reese said between clenched teeth.

Now, Sawyer was laughing. “That’s a deal.” He leaned closer to the window. “And Carter. Can we keep this quiet?”

Carter pulled back and rubbed his chin, the grin remaining on his face. “I’ll see what I can do. Just remember to find another location next time.”

As the deputy walked away, Sawyer grimaced. “I think I know what the morning news is going to be.”

Deputy Worth was whistling, a lightness to his step as he headed back to his cruiser.

“I’m going to die of embarrassment,” Reese muttered.