Page 12 of Bonita Brynne

“Just normal protocol, honey.” She stepped back and raised her arms. “Look me over.”

“Look?” I cocked my head. “I need to touch.” My hands and lips were on her in a flash. She’d never lie to me. If someone had done something to her, she’d tell me. I wasn’t about to waste my ten minutes with my wife only talking.

I backed her against the wall and fumbled with the buttons on her shorts.

“Raul, not here. There are cameras.”

“I need you, mama. It’ll be my ass, they see. Not you.”

Like a good, obedient old lady, she unfastened my jeans, pulled them down to my hips, and freed my iron cock.

I dipped my fingers into her heat and found her wet. “Fuck, mama.” I lifted her. Her legs went around my waist, and I plowed into her.

“Oh,” she yelped and held on to me while I gave her the ride of her life.

So I exaggerated.

Fucking against a brick wall in a police station wasn’t romantic or spectacular, maybe wild and crazy. But anytime Tina and I connected was incredible. It didn’t matter where we were at.

“Are you close?” I was about to blow my load.

“No. I’m too distracted. Just finish.”

I growled with irritation. Not satisfying my woman was a mortal sin for me. “Want me to play with your clit?”

“No. I want you to finish.”

“Fuck.”

“It’s okay. You need this more than me.” She kissed my cheek.

“Not cool, mama. You’re supposed to need me as much as I need you.”

“Aww, baby. If we were anywhere else, it’d be different.”

I pressed her against the wall and sealed our lips. I came hard and released the stress and tension in my body.

“Great, now I’ll be dripping with your cum.”

“How it always should be.” I rubbed my forehead against hers. “Thank you.” Dammit, I should’ve been more considerate instead of acting like a horny dog.

“My pleasure. However, I would like to clean up. Walking around in wet panties isn’t comfortable. I’ll get a rash.”

“They better let you go soon.” And the tension in my shoulders returned. I set her on her feet so we could put ourselves back together before detective dickwad came back.

“We should all be out in the morning. Do you think they’re okay?” Her lips went to my ear and whispered, “Track and Brynne.”

“Yes. Our boy will make sure she’s safe.” Our boy? I wasn’t okay with Track and Brynne being together. I’d eventually accept it, but I couldn’t say I’d ever warm up to them being together.

“I’m worried sick about Raymond and Valerie.”

I finished tucking my T-shirt into my jeans, then took her into my embrace. “Me too, mama. But I trust Storm. He’ll take care of them—whatever it takes.”

5

Storm

I had one fuckin’ job. One priority, and I fucked it up. I squeezed my handlebars and pulled away from the formation. I flew down the dirt road like a bat out of hell under the glow of a full moon.

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