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“Fuck yes,” he groans.

I take a moment to truly appreciate this deliciously hot man, whose ample erection I’m holding in my hand. While he basks in the rapture of having someone else take care of his pleasure needs, I free his cock from his boxers and check out the goods.

“Hell to the yes,” I mutter as I take him in.

He has what I would affectionately refer to as a boyfriend dick. Pleasing in both length and girth, with a thick head and a slight curve that will most definitely hit the internal orgasm button when he’s thrusting away.

I stroke the length of him, my thumb sweeping over the head before I reverse the circuit.

“Your hands are so fucking soft,” he murmurs.

Which is the moment someone knocks on the driver’s side window and shines a flashlight into the truck.

CHAPTEREIGHT

SHIT, TIMES TEN

Sidney

One second Skye’s soft, warm hand is wrapped around my cock and the next she’s all the way on the other side of the bench seat. “Oh shit. Is that acop?” She tosses me my shirt. “Oh God. What if we get an indecent exposure charge? What the hell were we thinking? We’re acting like teenagers.” She rearranges her shirt and buttons up her jeans.

“Roll down your window.” The police officer orders while tapping on the glass.

I fish my keys out of my pocket and lean over the center console so I can slide them into the ignition.

“What are you doing?”

“Rolling down the window.”

“What are you going to tell him?” Skye’s eyes are wide and her fingers are at her lips.

“That we were talking.”

“I don’t think he’ll believe you. You’re shirtless and the whole truck smells like my vagina.” She cringes. “I wish those words hadn’t come out of my mouth.”

“Come on, Miller. I know it’s you in there. We’ve had this conversation before and I warned you if it happened again, I’d be talking to your dad about it,” the cop says in a bored voice.

Skye and I exchange a look. “Uh oh, looks like we’re not the only ones using your backseat for sexy fun times.”

Miller will detail my truck as a punishment. After I air it out, of course.

I roll down the window and fight my grimace. I know this cop. And not because my son has apparently been caught more than once making out with a girl in the back seat. His son plays hockey with my son.

His mouth opens and closes and his eyes flare. “Oh hey, Sid.”

“Hey Officer Thomas, how’s it going?” I prop an arm on the open windowsill, going for casual.

“Oh my God, you know him,” Skye mutters from the other side of the truck.

“Well, you just made my night a whole hell of a lot more interesting.” He’s smirking. He’ll definitely give me shit over this at their next practice.

Before I can respond, Skye leans over and blurts, “It was my idea, officer. We both have teenage kids and we’re single parents and my daughter’s father isn’t in the picture, so there aren’t any weekends off, not that I mind having my daughter full time. She’s amazing and I adore her, but she’s a homebody and most of the time her friends come to our place, which again, I don’t mind because it means I always know what’s going on.” She sucks in a breath and motions between us before she continues. “We’re trying to date and there is literally no privacy, ever. And the kids are always home, or everything is rushed, or we have to use the back of the truck to make out for twenty minutes so we don’t combust from the sexual tension.”

Her gaze slides to mine and widens as her hand settles on my arm. “You must be so uncomfortable right now. We really need to find a way to be alone without getting cockblocked or a ticket for indecent exposure.” She purses her lips and her attention moves back to Officer Thomas. “I’m so sorry. I babble when I’m nervous and getting caught making out in the parking lot like horny teenagers is pretty high on the mortification scale.”

Officer Thomas cough-laughs behind his hand, then slides his thumbs into his belt loops. “I have three teen boys, two are in hockey and one is in robotics. We’re chauffeuring those boys around all the time, so I completely understand the challenge of teens. I might suggest a slightly less public spot for saying goodnight in the future, though.”

“Yes, officer. Good call. Next time, I won’t let my hormones cloud my judgment,” Skye says.