“You have the light off, Lo’. Turn the light on.”

“I like it better in the dark, Luka. Please? Just make love to me.”

“I want to see you,” I growl, fumbling around in the dark. My cock is so hard it’s physically painful. I woke up to Petal’s shy hand wrapped around it, sliding up and down, and her lips on my stomach. I can feel her breasts pushed against my balls. The heat from her body is like a drug. Her breath teases the head of my cock. God, this woman owns me. Despite everything, she’s had me from the first time she smiled my way. I have so much anger inside of me directed at her, and God help me, I’m trying to let it go. I need to, because I want to move forward and make a home with her for our child’s sake.

“I love you, Luka,” she whispers in the darkness before her mouth slides down on my cock. “I’ve always loved you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say the words back. I do love her, but I haven’t said those words to her since the moment I found out she lied to me. I’m being an asshole, I know it. I need to get over it. I need to forgive her. I shake off my thoughts. If I give her the words now, I can’t be a hundred percent sure they’re truthful, especially since I’m lost in the way she’s sucking my dick. The last thing our relationship needs is more lies.

So I say nothing…

* * *

Present:

I should feel guilt. I just finger-fucked my wife—my ex-wife—by the side of the road on the top of my squad car. Anyone could have seen us. Fuck… maybe they did. I sure wasn’t noticing if cars were traveling the road. I was too busy feeling Petal’s greedy little snatch try to break my fingers as she rode them. I don’t feel guilt, though. I feel exhilarated, alive, and horny as hell. Still, discretion is the better part of valor here, or whatever the hell that saying is. I gather Petal’s limp body up and pull her into mine, maneuvering us so we have the car between us and the road. I lean against the passenger door and drink in her scent. I’ve missed having her in my arms more than I should. I can’t explain what the fuck is happening, but I’m going to enjoy it for as long as I can because it can’t last. There’s too much past between us.

“Well, that was one way to win an argument,” Petal whispers against my chest.

I’m feeling as edgy as a fucking teenager inside. I have so many emotions running through me, I can’t begin to name them. Yet Petal’s shaky reply somehow makes me laugh.

“I think you might have been the winner in this one, Lo’,” I whisper back softly, kissing the top of her head. I’m totally lying my ass off. I might have given her the orgasm, but the pleasure of just being able to touch her, to have her react to me the way she did, was the best gift I could have received. It’s something I thought I’d never have again.

“Can’t argue with that, Sheriff,” she replies, pulling away slightly to grin up at me. “What would the loyal citizens of Mason do if they knew how their sheriff spends his time off?”

“Congratulate me? You were always the more reserved one when it came to sex, Lo’. I would have taken you anywhere and any way I could get you. It wouldn’t have mattered to me who was around,” I tell her truthfully. There was a time in my life when Petal’s body was my prime drug, and I was a hopeless addict.

“I was always worried about things…” she whispers, and she gets this sad look on her face. My hand cups the side of her neck, my thumb lightly stroking against her lips. I want the power to wipe away her sadness. There’s so much between us that I wish I could erase…

“Hey, Lo’ we—”

“I don’t want to talk, Luka.” Her thick lips spread into a smile. “Talking is the last thing I want to do.” She grips my hips as she lowers down in front of me.

“Lo’…what are you doing? Get up from there.”

“You made me feel so good, Luka. It’s my turn to make you feel good now.” She’s not looking at me. Her attention is focused on my belt—the same belt she’s unlatching.

“Lo’ that’s not why I… Fuck,” I hiss out the word as her hand wraps around my cock and holds it tightly. My head goes back so it rests on the top of the car as she slowly but firmly strokes me.

“I forgot how big you are, Luka. Somehow, I forgot how you feel in my hand.” Her hot breath bathes my shaft. I slowly pull my head up to look down at her. The moonlight catches her eyes, and in that moment, it hits me down in my gut: There will never be another woman who makes me feel the way Petal does.

“Christ, woman,” I groan as she takes me inside her mouth. I watch as the head of my cock disappears between those deep red lips that glow in the light of the full moon above us. She hums, and I can feel the vibrations all the way to my damned toes as she slides down on my cock, sucking it until her lips rest against my groin and the tip presses against the back of her throat. Maybe it’s because it has been so long, maybe it’s because we’ve both changed, but I can’t remember it ever feeling this good between us.

I watch as she slowly backs off my shaft. Every inch she reveals is wet and covered in a mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva. She lets go of the head with a pop. The sound echoes as she looks up at me wearing a grin and full of mischief.

“I forgot how good you taste, Luka,” she says, and in that moment, she’s unlike the Petal in my mind. This is a woman who’s free of her old issues, who enjoys sex—and enjoys me.

The sound of a car coming around the curve has my body crying in denial. I wasn’t ready for this game to be finished quite so soon. I turn around to see the road while pulling my pants up—or trying to. I look down to see that Petal has followed me on her knees. Her back is now against the car door and she’s pushing against my pants with one hand while her other has wrapped around my cock again.

“Damn it, Petal! Get up here! There’s someone coming!” I hiss just as the car pulls to the curb and starts slowing down.

“Better keep them in the car, Luka,” she says with a giggle.

“What?” I squeak. She can’t mean what I think she’s meaning. Before I can demand she quit fooling around, I feel her hand come up and palm my balls, massaging them. “Damn it, Pet—” She squeezes my sack firmly, not with a lot of force, but enough so there’s a small sting of pain that runs up my spine. My fucking cock jerks, and I look down to see a long drizzle of cum leaking from the head and running down the shaft. Petal flattens her tongue out to scoop it up. She slowly gathers it all before ending on my tip and running her tongue over the small opening to make sure she gets every drop.

“Keep them busy, Luka,” she whispers. I want to argue, but I can’t. When she swallows my cock down and takes me all the way into the back of her throat again… I’m lost.

I force myself to breathe and look up at the car just as a passenger window goes down. I want to cry when I see who is driving the red Ford pickup. On the driver side and leaning down to look out through the passenger window to talk to me is…