Page 173 of Hot Cops

Her tone gave him no hint to her feelings. Blake stood then offered her a hand. He didn’t release it as they started walking back to his Harley. She didn’t try to pull away. It gave him hope.

The ride back to Chloe’s place felt less peaceful than the trip to the lake. For one thing, Blake couldn’t put the bad memories away. Dredging up the past bothered him more than he’d expected. For years, he’d felt on top of his game, certain he’d kicked all the crap from his childhood to the curb. Clearly, he hadn’t.

Secondly, the rain hadn’t held off. They’d just made it to the city limits when the sky opened up. By the time they reached Chloe’s apartment, they were drenched from head to toe. He halfway expected her to tell him to take a hike. The afternoon by the lake had taken its toll and now they were cold and wet.

Instead, she pulled off her helmet, laughing as she lifted her face to the rain. “That was incredible. I couldn’t decide if I was having fun or scared out of my wits. How could you see the road? That was a deluge.”

He looked at her, raindrops sliding down her rosy cheeks, and felt like a two-ton truck had hit him. He grasped her face in his hands and, heedless of the storm that continued to pound down on them, he kissed her.

Chloe didn’t resist. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Their tongues tangled as he ran his fingers through her hair. She pressed her chest closer to his, sharing her body warmth. He had no idea how long they stood on the city sidewalk, letting the rain pummel them as they kissed, but Blake could have stayed there forever.

Finally, common sense reared and he took a step back. “I know I said that motorcycle bag is waterproof, but we probably shouldn’t tempt fate. You’ve got some expensive equipment in there.”

She nodded as he unhooked the bag and threw the strap over his shoulder. She carried their helmets, leading the way upstairs to her apartment.

“You can put that bag over there.” She pointed to the corner of her studio. “I’ll go grab some towels from the bathroom.”

Blake set the bag down then hovered by the door. He was dripping all over her hardwood floors.

Chloe was back within seconds with an armload of fluffy towels. “Why are you standing there?”

He gestured at the puddle forming around his feet. “Didn’t want to ruin your floor.”

Chloe shrugged. “It’s just water. It’ll dry. Here.” She held out a towel.

He crossed the room and took it from her. He ran it over his hair and face, then started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Chloe watched, making no move to stop him. Once he’d shrugged the clinging cotton off, she was there, rubbing all the water away with a towel.

When she finished, Blake reached for the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it over her head. Then he dried her as well. She sucked in a soft breath when he reached around her, unhooking her bra and adding it to the pile of wet clothing at their feet. He took his time, drying her breasts, loving the way her cold nipples budded even more at his touch.

Chloe reached for the button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. He toed off his boots, chuckling as Chloe cursed in her struggles to strip the wet denim away. She followed the stubborn material down, kneeling before him as she gestured for him to lift one foot, then the other. She peeled off his socks as well.

She made no attempt to rise. “Still go commando, I see.”

He cupped her face in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “You’re beautiful.”

She gave him a wicked grin. “You’re just trying to sweet talk me into giving you a blowjob.”

He laughed. “Well, since you’re down there anyway, it seems like a shame to—” His jest was cut short when Chloe grasped his cock, taking the head into her mouth without hesitation.

His hands flew to her hair. “Jesus, Chloe. I was kidding.”

She didn’t release him, just sucked him harder, deeper. Blake struggled to catch up. He’d been emotionally done in when they’d left the lake, then stressed out as he’d tried to get them home safely on the motorcycle during the storm. Now he was standing in Chloe’s apartment, her lips wrapped around his cock, and his brain was scrambled, fried.

She cupped his balls in one palm, her other wrapped around the base. He recalled the first time she’d given him a blowjob. She’d dragged him into the back storeroom of the sub shop one night after closing and shocked him by asking him to teach her how to suck his dick.

Given the way she was driving him to the peak right now, he’d say she’d learned her lesson well. Increasing her speed, she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth with each pass. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. He tightened his grip on her hair, trembling slightly when she groaned, the vibrations adding another dimension to the blowjob.

“Chloe.”

She looked up at him, her expression the perfect blend of mischief and dare. She’d turned the tables on him, grasping control, and now she was challenging him to take it back. If he hadn’t been so mentally exhausted he would have called her to task immediately, pulling her over his knees.

Somehow she’d known. Known what he needed to make it through the next part. And she’d given it freely.

He tugged her hair more roughly than before. Chloe moaned again, her eyes closing in bliss. Her desire fueled his, gave him back the strength that had been waning. It wasn’t time for this. Not yet. There was still more to say.

He pushed her mouth away. Chloe frowned and started to protest, but he put a firm finger beneath her chin, forcing her face up. “No. Not this way.”

Blake lifted her slowly then placed his lips on hers. For several moments, they simply kissed. Then he moved, resting his forehead against hers. She shivered and he realized she was still wearing her wet jeans.

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