Page 41 of Wild Fires

“Wait, didn't Guffy have a kegger down there once? Carson got his ass kicked by someone that night for making out with a girl. Who was that?”

Ryan huffed. “Penny Caldwell. She was dating Vance at the time.”

“Vance?”

“Yeah, Vance.”

“Ryan, that's it. These are places that Vance had bad experiences in high school.”

“The football field? Nothing bad happened to him there.”

I thought long and hard. “He broke his hand at that one game.”

“Homecoming, senior year.”

“It fits.”

“I can't believe it. It cannot be Vance, Gracie. It just can't.”

“Ryan, we agreed to keep an open mind.”

“About everything,” he added.

“On the clock. There are rules.”

“No touching or kissing on work time. But is this really considered work time? Or just downtime between work time. I just want to make sure we're clear on this.”

He ran one finger slowly up my arm causing goosebumps to surface in the wake of his path.

“And does work time count when we're all alone and no one is there to see?”

Feeling like a horny school girl, I pulled over to the side of the road and parked amongst the trees.

“I don't think this is where the fire was,” he commented with a smirk.

Without bothering to comment, I reached over and undid his pants until he sprung free. I licked my lips staring down at him and then got to work shimmying out of my own pants and underwear.

This went against all my rules, but to hell with it. I wanted him inside me so bad that I wasn't sure I'd be able to think straight until I'd had him.

Just one touch. That was it. One soft little tickle up my arms to make me wet with desire.

I knew no one would see us here and no one would think to come back here. We were completely hidden from view of the road by trees and thick underbrush.

I pulled him toward me for a kiss, igniting that fire within that only he could extinguish, and only temporarily at that because one more touch or look my way and I knew my body would be on fire for him once more.

His phone rang, causing me to jump.

He grinned and then apologized as he answered it.

“Hey Jennifer, what's up? . . . Uh-huh . . . Yes. I told him Monday I’d look into that. I'm busy this week . . . No suspects yet, but I am still working the case . . . Keep it clear . . . That's right . . . I'll check in at the office next week.”

Needing him to finish this conversation a little faster, I bent down and licked his tip, swirling my tongue around it and then up and down the base.

His free hand fisted in my hair and when I looked up with a grin as I sucked him into my mouth, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“Yup, that's right . . . Anything else?” he was starting to sound impatient. “Okay then. I'll check back in tomorrow. Only call me if something pressing pops up that can't wait. Thanks. Bye.”

He disconnected the call and then tossed his phone into the backseat as he let out a long moan of pleasure.

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