Page 111 of Hot Cops

Landon lowered his head and kissed her, then?—

There was a knock at the door.

They lay there, frozen, the head of his dick no more than an inch inside her.

Sunnie’s chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing his attention to her breasts, still hidden beneath her cheerleading sweater.

Neither of them spoke.

Then there was another knock. “Landon,” Finn called from the corridor. “Open up, man. I know you’re home. I saw your car outside.”

Her brother’s voice had the effect of someone dumping a bucket of ice water on them. Sunnie scrambled to push him off her, sitting up and tugging her skirt down. She was shaking her head slightly, as if trying to come out of some sort of spell.

Landon moved away, sitting on the couch. He was naked and his erection was pointing skyward. He didn’t want to consider the case of blue balls he was going to suffer for this.

“Give me a minute,” Landon called out when Finn knocked a third time.

He rubbed his eyes wearily, opening them when Sunnie moved closer, her hand cupping his jaw, pulling until he looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He frowned. “Not your fault. I…we’re… Finn and I have tickets to the Orioles game tonight. I forgot.”

Sunnie struggledto catch her breath. “We almost let that go too far. We shouldn’t have done that.”

He didn’t respond, not with words, not with a single nod or shake of his head. Instead, he just looked at her, and she fought to figure out what he was thinking.

“Say something,” she urged when the silence dragged on.

Landon moved forward, placing his forehead against hers. “There are a lot of things I’ve done in my life that I shouldn’t have,” he admitted, though Sunnie doubted that. Landon was too thoughtful to act carelessly. “This wasn’t one of them.”

“This is all still pretend, right?”

Landon sighed, his face unreadable.

Finally, he nodded. Just a nod. No words.

Landon had never lied to her. Not once in her life.

Until now.

“I’m going to get a shower,” he said, kissing her softly on the cheek. “You let him in.”

She nodded numbly.

“We’ll talk later, Sunnie. I promise,” he said. “There isn’t time now. Not with Finn standing outside. The longer we stall, the harder this is going to be to explain.”

He was right. “Okay.”

Sunnie watched Landon disappear into the bathroom, waiting until she heard the water running. Then she stood on unsteady legs, smoothed out her sweater and skirt and opened the door.

Finn frowned when he saw her there, clearly expecting Landon. “Sunnie? What are you doing here?”

She dug deep, working overtime to keep her voice casual, natural. “Landon offered me a ride home, but we realized it was getting late, so we came here first so he could shower. You guys are dropping me off at the pub on the way to the game.”

Finn stepped across the threshold, glancing around the room.

She nearly winced when she spotted Landon’s shorts and T-shirt from the game, discarded on the floor near the couch.

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