Deputy Gentry Adair
“Gentry Adair,” Jessie hisses from inside the jail cell, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder like the typical high school cheerleader she is. “I’m going to kill you.”
I snort and shake my head at her. “You can’t threaten a cop. It’s illegal.”
Her perfect lip curls up, baring her teeth, as she glares at me. “Illegal? This”—she motions around her—“is illegal. Besides, you’re not even a real cop. You’re just my brother’s lame-ass best friend.” She crosses her arms over her ample chest, which is barely contained in her sunny yellow dress with a plunging halter-top neckline. Her nostrils flare with fury. Sweet little Jessie Bennett grew up into one helluva sexy spitfire, didn’t she?
“This,” I say with a tap of my finger to the badge on my belt, “says I’m real. These”—I jangle the handcuffs—“say I’m real.” I laugh and flash her a grin. “You were a bad girl, and I did my job.” I’m the only one here at this hour in our small-town precinct. Nobody to interfere with my devious plans.
“Goddammit, I hate you.”
I quirk a brow at her. “Really? Because two years ago, when you could have gotten my ass sent to prison, you begged me to fuck you. That offer still stand?”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Her icy blue eyes are hard and furious. “I want my phone call, asshole.” Those plump lips of hers are bitable as hell. I remember when they used to smile for me—bright and adoring. Once upon a time, she was an annoying kid who had a crush on me. Then, one day, she was a pretty young woman who would give me blue balls just by walking in the room with her coy smiles and flirtatious grins. But completely off limits. Now, though, she’s finally fucking legal. About damn time.
I saunter over to the landline on my desk and unplug it from the wall. “Oops. It’s broken.” When I turn back around, her anger has faded some and confusion has set in.
“What are you doing?” she huffs and throws her hands on her curvy hips. “Are you just fucking with me or what?”
I stalk back over to her and lick my lips. Soon, I’ll have her taste smeared all over my tongue. Mark my words. This has been a long time coming.
“Oh, sweetness, I do have plans for you…” I trail off and regard her with a smoldering grin. Her anger completely fades as she lets her gaze roam down the front of my body. When her eyes land on my cock—which is extremely happy to see her and stiff in my slacks—she lets out a gasp of surprise. Those icy blues of hers are heated when they dart back up to mine. I love how her neck turns bright red, just like it used to whenever I’d come over to her house to see my best friend Joey. The girl followed me around like a lost puppy.
I behaved myself then because I was seven years her senior.
Also, because my best friend would have murdered me for touching his sister.
But Joey’s working in Chicago now, and Jessie’s finally eighteen.
No more waiting. No more rules. No more obstacles standing in my way.
When I start tugging at the knot of my tie, her eyes widen.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my tie. What are you doing?” I challenge with a smirk.
“I’m being unlawfully held by a douchebag on my birthday,” she sasses, her bottom lip jutting out in the cutest fucking pout. I’m going to bite that lip.
I toss the tie away and start unbuttoning my uniform shirt. She begins fanning her face. This girl, who’s wanted this for as long as I can remember, suddenly doesn’t look so sure of herself. I’ll just have to convince her.
“You should spend your birthday with me, anyway. Those friends of yours don’t know you like I do,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a low growl. Earlier, when my buddy James called to tell me the bar was crammed full of underage girls, drinking for Jessie’s eighteenth birthday, I was furious and knew what I had to do. I didn’t care about the other girls. Just one. Mine.
“You don’t know me at all,” she tries, her voice shaking.
I lift a brow at her as I peel off my shirt and toss it to the floor. “Oh,” I say as though I’m confused. “I thought you wanted me.” She and I both know that’s the fucking truth.
“You thought wrong,” she lies, her nostrils flaring as her eyes greedily skim over my sculpted chest, which is barely covered by my wife beater.
I stalk over to the cell and gesture her closer. “Come say that to my face, liar.”
The dress she’s wearing leaves little to the imagination. It’s tight and practically fucking see-through. I’m so glad I stole her away from all the leering eyes at the bar. I can see her perfect nipples perking up through the fabric—nipples I’m going to bite and suck until they’re tender and sore.
“I don’t want you,” she hisses as she stomps forward. Her hands grab the bars as she leans in so she can glower at me. “I. Don’t. Want. You.”
With lightning speed, I reach forward and snag her neck in my grip. Her gorgeous blue eyes widen in shock when I pull her face against the wide-set bars. She’s so tiny, I bet if she tried, she could wriggle herself through them. Pink, supple lips are parted between the bars—just waiting to be sucked and worshipped.
“Lie to me again, sweetheart,” I growl.
She whimpers when I stroke the side of her neck with my thumb. “I…”
Leaning into her, I brush my nose against hers. “What’s that, Jessie?”
“I…”
“You want me to kiss you?” I quip, my lips grazing softly against hers. My cheekbones protest against the metal bars but it doesn’t stop me from getting to my prize. Just enough room to reach what’s mine.
She mewls and lets out the sexiest sound of approval. I don’t wait for actual words and lean forward to kiss the mouth I’ve been dying to devour for two long years. Lips that belonged to me, but I wasn’t allowed to touch. And, goddamn, are they sweet as hell. My palm slides down the front of her chest, and I cup her full tit, letting my thumb drag across her peaked nipple. A moan of pleasure escapes her, so I take the moment to deepen the kiss. Her tongue isn’t shy and meets mine with a greedy eagerness that matches my own. Our kiss is heated and not fucking enough. I need so much more from her…
I slide my hand down her taut stomach toward the place that’s been as forbidden as the apple in the damn garden of Eden. I’m going to devour that fruit. And I’m going to fucking enjoy every second of it.
My hand slips up under her dress, and I’m pissed to find her naked underneath. I let out a growl as I slide my finger between her wet pussy lips, locating her throbbing clit. A whimper escapes her, but I consume it along with her plump bottom lip. As I tease her pussy, I pull away from her, but not before nipping at her lip first. When I regard her, her mouth is red and swollen. Her eyes swimming with lust. Fuck, she’s hot.
“Why did you wear this shit? Who were you trying to fuck?” I demand and not so gently pinch her clit.
She shudders with desire but flashes me a fiery glare. “You never wanted it,” she bites out but then moans again when I slide a finger inside her tight channel. “I-I figured s-someone else would—oh God!”
I fuck her dripping pussy with my finger while grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. It drives her wild because she quivers so much I wonder if she’ll collapse. But her white-knuckled grip on the bars tells me she’s along for the ride until the end.
Hang on, sweetness, this ride goes all night.
She comes with a shriek that has my cock straining painfully against my uniform slacks. The moment she comes down from her high, I slip my hand out of her and bring my wet finger to my lips. I smear her juices across my mouth and then dart my tongue out to taste her.
So. Fucking. Sweet.
I glare and point at her with my wet finger. “Let’s get something straight right now. I wanted you when I wasn’t supposed to. And now that I’m allowed to have you, I’m going to have every goddamned part of you. Get ready, sweetness, I’m just getting started.”