Page 43 of Four-ever Single

“So, um, why do you have my helmet?” I asked, holding it up in front of her.

She went to answer but then stopped. The red lipstick looked like it was going to smear from the amount of times she rubbed her lips together.

Enjoying this a little too much, I squatted and set the helmet down before reaching into the bag and pulling out a pair of turnout pants and suspenders.

“Is there something I should know?” I asked, looking up at her, one eyebrow arched as the fabric hung in my hand.

She shook her head but refused to say anything.

“Did you use them?” Capshaw asked Kensy, pulling my attention to them. They had finally separated, even though she was still tucked into his side with his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder.

Kensy nodded but couldn’t keep the ear-to-ear grin from spreading across her cheeks.

“They were soooo hot,” she whispered, again, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Bella turned away from everyone and covered her head with her hands.

“You knew about this?” I asked Capshaw, tossing the stuff back into the bag.

“I know about everything.”

“Good, you can deal with that while I deal with this,” I said, standing and shoving the bag into his hands before grabbing Bella’s hand and dragging her through the station.

She giggled and held on tightly as we rushed through the building, a few guys nodding in greeting along the way. I knew all of them, even though they weren’t in my platoon, but I wasn’t willing to stop and make any introductions right now.

I pushed through a set of double doors that led to the back office that was never used. I closed the door, startling Bella as it slammed shut. I didn’t bother turning on the lights because I knew she was already feeling shy around me. Instead, I gently pushed her against the door and pinned her there with my body against hers.

She shuddered beneath my touch, and I craved to feel more, to be inside of her. But now wasn’t the time or place for that. Besides, she had made a vow of celibacy, and I was going to make sure we stuck to it.

“What kind of photos did you take with my gear, Bella,” I asked, my teeth barely grazing the shell of her ear.

Her head fell to the side, allowing me access to her neck.

“I’m not telling,” she whispered, grabbing my shirt to pull me closer.

“Like hell you’re not.” I nudged her head further to the side with mine before placing open-mouthed kisses down her throat and across her collarbone.

She whimpered softly, her legs parting as my erection pressed against her stomach. I reached down and lifted her to my hips, still pinning her to the wall as I gripped her ass and held her steady.

“Tell me, Bella.”

“It’s a surprise. You’re gonna have to wait.”

“I’m not very good at waiting so why don’t you tell me, and then I’ll be surprised when I see them?”

“Who says I’m going to let you see them?” Her voice was flirty, teasing me in the best way.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to give you a good reason to show me.” I pressed myself harder against her now that her pussy was lined up with my cock.

She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Jones,” she whimpered.

“I can make you come real good without even touching you, baby. You can keep that vow of celibacy, and we can both get what we want. But first, you have to tell me what kind of photos you took with my gear.”

She closed her eyes and began rocking herself against me. I didn’t want her to come just yet, so I held her hips to stop her.

“Tell me,” I growled as her eyes fluttered open.

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