Page 51 of Flirting with the Stranger

“Are you sure?” He bobs and weaves to sneak a glance into the back of the van, but I shift my weight to block his view.

“Yes. Sir. It’s just me.”

“Alright. I’ll be right back with these.” The officer holds up my cards and retreats to his squad car.

I twist to see Hollyn in a full-on belly laugh now. “Oh, you think this is funny? I’m lying to an officer, so he doesn’t know that I was fucking my girlfriend in a public place. And doing it while my dick is trying to bust out of my pants like the Hulk.” This causes her to laugh harder.

The officer returns to the window, startling me. “Everything checks out. But next time, make sure everything is secure in the back.”

I glance at her one more time, expecting to find her laughing at me again, but she’s not. Instead, she is sitting back on her haunches, knees spread, and running a finger up and down her slit. My gaze drifts up and her eyes are hooded as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Fuck me. Is she trying to get caught? Then I remember getting caught turns her on.

“Here are your cards.” The officer draws my attention back from Hollyn. He passes my cards back to me. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

He peers into the cab again, then his gaze lifts to the rearview mirror. Shit. I don’t know if he’ll be able to see her, but I don’t want to take any chances. I lift my arm to roll my shoulder, purposely bumping my hand on the mirror so it tilts the opposite direction.

“Yeah. Everything is fine. I must have done something to my shoulder moving things. I’ll finish up and be on my way.” I avoid eye contact with the officer.

“Alright then.” He turns to walk away, but then stops and turns back toward me. “Also, sorry to hear about your mom. She was a good woman. She made the best damn cinnamon rolls.”

“Thank you.” I glance down to read the name on his shirt. “Officer Reynolds. Stop by the bakery and we’ll get you one of those cinnamon rolls.”

“Will do.” With a wave he’s strolling back to his car, only this time when he’s inside he pops his car into drive. I hold my breath as red taillights exit the park. Once he’s out of sight, I roll the window back up and turn to Hollyn, whose legs are still spread open.

“You dirty cupcake vixen.” Then I pounce on her.

TWENTY-ONE

THE ELEPHANT IN THE VAN

Hollyn

Thirty minutes later and we’re finished “reorganizing the back of the van.” I lay my head on Van’s chest, listening to the thumping of his heart. One of his arms wraps around my waist while his other hand plays with the ends of my hair. With each passing day, Van gets closer to melting the hard candy shell surrounding my heart. He challenges me to try new things, have fun, and be adventurous. That’s exactly what has been missing from my life for the past seven years. Who am I kidding? It’s been longer than that, I just never realized it.

“You really know how to bring a man to the brink of insanity, don’t you? With that little stunt you pulled earlier.” His chest rumbles beneath my cheek.

I raise my head and rest my chin on his chest. “I learned from the best. I recall a certain someone teasing me and not letting me come.” I raise an eyebrow.

“The student has become the master. Just so you know, there’s a chance Officer Reynolds might have seen you playing with your pussy.”

I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his clean, masculine scent. “If he did, I hope he enjoyed the show.”

There’s a quiet pause. “I don’t think I like the idea of some other man seeing you touch yourself.”

“So, you think you can put a claim on me?”

“For now, yes.” He presses his lips to my forehead.

I contemplate if this is a good time to mention this or if he actually meant it, but I’m dying to know, so I blurt it out. “Since we’re on the topic of claiming, earlier you called me your girlfriend. Is that what we are? Boyfriend and girlfriend?”

His hand freezes and I’m worried I’ve scared him. Maybe he didn’t mean it and it slipped out. “I thought it sounded better than ‘woman I enjoy giving multiple orgasms to’.”

“That’s kind of a mouthful, isn’t it?” I give him a half-hearted chuckle.

“A little bit. But is that what you want?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” I sit up and move to sit alongside him.

Van sits up, so he’s facing me. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. My life is down in the Cities. I have an apartment there.”

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