Page 227 of Hot Cops

Evan briefly stiffened as her inner muscles clenched his cock, his fingers tightening where they now gripped her hips. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Shit. Yeah. God, baby!”

Annie had only just started to come down, had only found one second of reprieve before Evan’s hard thrusts triggered another climax. Her cries were drowned out when sparks of red, white and blue began to light the darkened sky, a loud explosion—matching the one inside her head—disrupted the quiet night.

Evan joined her, filling her with hot jets of come. He slowly leaned forward, holding himself above her on his elbows. He kissed her as more fireworks flashed. Neither of them sought to separate, too wrapped up in the wonder and magic of the moment.

He kissed her softly, matching her smile. Then he studied her face and the somberness she’d grown too used to returned.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Annie.”

She shook her head, unwilling to hear him take even the slightest bit of blame. “No.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips to silence her. “I love you.”

She swallowed heavily, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. “I know, Evan. I’ve never doubted it. I hope you realize that. But I’m sure I’ve made you question my feelings for you.”

“No. You haven’t. God, Annie. I’ve failed you in so many ways.”

She scowled. “Don’t say that. Don’t think it. It’s ridiculous and wrong.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Macie said the same thing to me.”

She didn’t return his smile, too upset by his words. “You’ve never let me down. Never. Not once.”

He lifted one eyebrow and she suddenly understood exactly how he felt like he was failing her. She repeated her previous assertion. “Never, Evan.”

He reached up to cup her cheek. “How did we forget this? How good it was between us?”

She chuckled softly. “I have no idea. Pure insanity.”

“It won’t happen again. You have my word.”

“And you have mine.” No matter what life threw at them, Annie refused to let stress or disappointment or fear drive them apart again. As long as she had him in her life, they could handle all the rest together.

Evan stood slowly, provoking a slight shiver as he withdrew. She pressed her legs together, trying to hold on to the memory of his possession, to trap the heat for as long as she could.

She was surprised when he walked away from her, back toward the tree. She sat up, giving him a questioning look when he returned with her flip-flops.

“Here. Slip these on.”

She did as he asked as Evan went to his car, turning off the spotlights and grabbing a blanket from the trunk. “Grab those beach towels from your bag.”

Annie reached into the backseat, procuring the towels. Then she took the hand he proffered, letting Evan lead her to the trail that meandered to the lake.

As they got closer to the water, she could see the light of a big bonfire in the direction of the public beach. The fireworks display still lit up the sky. If she listened very closely, she could hear faint strains of music. Evan’s cousin, Tyson, had formed a band last winter—the talented group blowing most people in Maris away with their rockabilly sound.

When they reached the dock, Evan released her hand and began to disrobe. She watched him in silence, enjoying the sexy striptease and the way the moonlight and brightly colored flashes of fireworks lit his skin.

Once he was naked, he walked toward the ladder at the end of the dock. “Feel like skinny dipping?”

She giggled. “I’d love to. I’m so hot right now.”

He winked at her. “You’re always hot, Annie. But yeah, I swear the temperature is rising tonight. You gotta love Texas in July.”

Evan climbed down the ladder, sliding into the water with a loud sigh. Annie was right behind him. The cool water felt like heaven against her overheated skin.

Evan was waiting for her a few feet from the dock. She swam straight into his open arms, loving the strength in his hold.

They’d spent countless summer days—and nights—in this lake together, playing or floating or just diving in to cool off before getting right back out again. They had gone swimming that first night he’d pulled her over. The sun had been coming up, adding to the heat that hadn’t waned a bit. She’d been wearing a cover-up over her bathing suit, so she’d suggested they take a morning swim to cool off.

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