Page 9 of Hot Cops

“Oh my God. I forgot about that. You gotta admit that was a pretty good one, Young.”

“Yeah well, we’ll call that argument a draw.” He reached over and ran his finger down her cheek and she could see in his eyes he meant what he said about finding her attractive.

“Liking someone’s looks isn’t a real solid basis for a marriage, sugar.”

“I wasn’t finished giving you my reasons. You can cook. You’re smart. You’ll make one helluva good mother and I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.”

Riley opened her mouth to respond, but no words would come.

“Left you speechless, eh?” he asked. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said when she finally found her voice.

“My cock’s been knocking on those lace panties all morning, Riley.” As he spoke he pointed at his erection, clearly visible through the denim of his jeans. “What did you interpret that as? Mild interest?”

“Guys always wake up with hard-ons. I just thought it was testosterone.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “If that were the case it would have deflated after a few minutes. I’m feeling lightheaded from the fact all the blood in my body has been hanging out south of the border for nearly an hour.”

“Sounds painful.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Wanna kiss it better?”

She was saved from answering when someone else knocked on the door. “More hash browns?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Probably the maid.” He rose and opened the door. Riley only had a moment to pull the covers up before Johanna Blankenship, Trev’s estranged wife, came running into the room with a baseball bat.

“Son of a bitch!” she yelled as she stormed straight toward the bed. “Where is he? The cheating bastard! Fucking man whore! I’m gonna bash his brains in!”

“Whoa, Jo. Take it easy,” Aaron said, and she turned, swinging the bat. He dodged out of the way, escaping a nasty hit by inches.

“Oh. Sorry, Aaron. I thought you were Trev.”

“Jesus, Johanna. Put the bat down,” Riley said. “You’re gonna hurt somebody with that thing.”

Johanna spun, her fury finding a new victim as she approached the bed. “Don’t you lecture me, you filthy home wrecker.” Jo raised the bat but before she could bring it down, Aaron grabbed the weapon and the woman from behind.

Riley felt her temper snap at the woman’s near assault and dropped the sheet, rising up on her knees, despite the fact she was only in her bra and panties. “Home wrecker? Are you kidding me? You seriously think I’d want that dumbass husband of yours?”

“Riley.” Aaron struggled to hold on to Johanna, who was screeching obscenities and struggling to get free. “Maybe now’s not a good time to throw around insults.”

“Dumbass? How dare you call my husband stupid!”

“Well,youjust called him a man whore,” Riley retorted.

“I can call him anything I want. He’smyhusband—and you ran off to Vegas with him, knowing full well he has a wife at home! Bet you didn’t count on your sister telling me where to find you!”

Riley made a mental note to kill Keira later. “Oh for pity’s sake, I did notrun offwith Trev.”

“Then why are you nearly naked in that bed?” Johanna asked, while Aaron retained his death grip on her arm and the bat.

“Because I wasasleep. Besides, if you look around, I think you’ll notice your husband isn’t in this room.”

Riley’s comment seemed to penetrate and the wind left Johanna’s sails. Jo turned around and Riley fought back a groan as Trev’s gossip-loving wife took in Aaron’s state of undress before turning back to study her again with a smirk.

“Don’t look at me like that, Johanna,” she warned. “It’s not what you think.”

“Of course it is,” Aaron interjected. “Riley and I eloped last night. You actually caught us in the middle of our honeymoon, so if you don’t mind?—”

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