Page 123 of Finding Hope

Crying out, the release washes over my body and sends tiny licks of fire scorching through my toes, flooding my calves, my thighs, my belly.

Like tiny electrical currents that run just below my skin, the heat runs from my toes to my hair. My pussy clamps down around him and slows his movements every time a fresh wave rolls over me.

Without stopping, he slams into me as I ride my orgasm. His hands mark my hips. His hips mark my ass. With my eyes closed and my arms straining to hold my weight, I whimper and let him use my body in the most amazing way.

“I’m gonna come, Bambie.” His fingers come down to play with my clit. “Jump with me.”

“Yeah.” I can feel it building again.

“Get ready, Bambie.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit!”

I attempt to cry out, to ask ‘already?’ but before I get the chance, I find myself flyingintothe car and landing face first against the leather of the passenger seat. In an instant, Jack’s gone, the driver’s side door is slammed closed, and red and blue lights illuminate the sky.

Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh my fucking God.

Staying low against the leather, I work to pull my shorts up and not make a sound. I don’t dare look out the window, though they’re open, so I hear everything.

Everything.

Including the cop shoes in the gravel.

Please, don’t let it be Alex. Please no Alex. Please, please, please! Give me Oz. Give me anyone else.

“I should arrest you, Reilly.”

Oh fucking fuck!

“Deputy Alex.”

“That’s Chief, to you.” I can hear the laughter in my brother’s voice. I legitimately want to hurl everywhere. “You shouldn’t be up here doing that, Reilly. Kids could be driving by.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” Jack argues lightly. Stepping in front of the window, he blocks my view. OrAlex’sview.

“I’m not stupid, kid. I know why people come up to the lookout. You think I’ve never been up here?”

Oh. My. Fuck. I don’t wanna hear this.

Jack laughs, but I swear, it sounds like he’s mid heart attack.

“Who you got in there, Jack? She’s legal right?”

“Um–”

“You can come out, darlin’. I won’t arrest you… this time,” he laughs. “You Kincaids, always indecent in public. Don’t let me catch you twice.”

“Alex, no…”

Boots crunch in the gravel and come closer. “Who you got in there?”

“Turner, stop! I wouldn’t do that if I were–”

The passenger door swings open, then a police issue flashlight blinds me. Accepting my fate, I simply close my eyes, bite my lip, and lay here like a dead frog.

“What the fuck?” Alex blows up.

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