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Skyler took one of her hands and lowered it to where his cock was making an impressive tent in his sweat pants. He pressed her hand to his erection and her fingers wrapped around it automatically. The heat radiating from his swollen flesh shot up along her arm and into her body, making her pussy weep and her pulse ratchet up its erratic beat.

“See what you do to me?” His voice was thick, husky with need. “I’ve been like this since I saw you last night.”

“You have?” She trembled with the desire coursing through her.

“So are you going to take pity on me and relieve my condition or are you going to make me keep suffering?”

“Well,” she whispered. “I guess we could chalk it up to special research.”

“Oh, I’m all for that. But only if we get to it pretty soon.”

She laughed breathlessly and backed up to the couch, taking him with her. Her back was pressed into the nubby fabric of the cushions as his weight came down on top of her. He licked her lips lightly before moving his mouth down to the pulse beating so desperately at the hollow of her throat. When he placed his open mouth over it and sucked lightly her entire body clenched. She wanted to rip off all their clothes and feel him skin to skin.

But Skyler was way ahead of her. He lifted himself enough to slip one hand between them and tug at her tank top, pulling it up until she felt the cool air on her breasts.

“No bra.” His voice was heavy with admiration. “Thank god.”

Then his lips closed over one nipple and immediately it hardened. Arrows of sensation shot through her to her womb and set the inner walls of her cunt fluttering. She arched her body up to him, her hands sliding beneath the fabric of his t-shirt across the smooth, hard muscles of his back.

Skyler hummed his appreciation, a sound that vibrated through her entire body.

He moved his mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, the same wet heat. When he closed his teeth over it and bit down very gently a soft moan echoed in the back of her throat.

“We have too many clothes on.”

Skyler lifted himself from her, pulling her tank top over her head at the same time. He tore off his own t-shirt and dropped his sweat pants.
He’s a god,
she thought, staring at him. Every bit of his tall body was sculpted with fine muscle definition, his chest broad and dusted with fine dark hair, his thighs powerful. An angry red scar ran inside one shoulder, something she wanted to remember to ask him about later. But not now. Now she had other things to consider.

His magnificent cock hung between those thighs, open to her scrutiny. Kasey’s eyes widened. His shaft was long and thick, with a purplish head darkened from the blood rushing to it. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit. Impulsively she sat up, leaned forward to wrap her fingers around the thick erection and drew her tongue slowly across the velvety head.

“Shit, Kasey!” Skyler stood there with his body stiff and his fists clenched. ‘Give me a break here.”

“You taste good,” she murmured.

He unclenched his fists and moved forward. “My turn.”

In seconds her shorts and thong were gone and she was splayed on the couch with one leg over the back and the other over Skyler’s shoulder as he knelt between her thighs. Lean fingers caressed the naked skin of her mound before pulling back the swollen flesh of her labia. One swipe of his tongue and her body convulsed.

“God, you taste better than anything I’ve ever wrapped my tongue around.” His voice vibrated against her flesh as he bent to his task again. His wide shoulders kept her thighs apart. He nibbled at her swollen, sensitive clit, licked her inner lips, teased at the opening of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. She pushed her hips at him and pressed the heel of one foot on his neck, trying to hurry him, trying to increase the pressure, but he was relentless in his teasing and tasting.

Every swipe of his tongue set her nerves firing and her muscles quaking. Every lick, every nip, heated her until she was sure she couldn’t stand it another moment. The muscles in her belly clenched and her hips jerked.

“Hold your breasts for me.” He sat up, her juices glistening on his lips. “Pinch the nipples.”

She did as he asked, so hot for him she would have done anything for him. Watching from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, she saw him reach for his sweatpants, dig into the side pocket and pull out a condom.

“Do you always come with high expectations?” she asked.

He grinned. “And a whole lot of hope.” He sheathed himself and knelt between her thighs again. “Kasey, I could feast on your cunt all night but if I don’t get inside you in the next ten seconds I might lose my mind. Or explode.”

Sliding his hands beneath her bottom he lifted her to him, positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy and began an agonizingly slow glide inside. The thickness of his shaft stretched her muscles as he inched deeper and deeper. A brief thought flashed through her mind that she had never been this eager or ready for any man before, never wanted another man with such intensity. From the moment he walked in her door she was lost and she knew it.

And then she couldn’t think at all anymore. He buried himself deep inside her, his balls touching the rounded curve of her ass. He nudged her hands away from her breasts and closed his mouth around one nipple again as his hips started a smooth back and forth movement. Kasey reached for his shoulders, his neck, anything to steady herself as heat and sensation consumed her and she flew into space.

“God, you’re like a silk fist around me,” he groaned, lifting his head as his hips rocked and his balls kissed her ass.

But she couldn’t speak. Every bit of breath had left her body and her heart thudded so hard she was sure it would pound out of her chest.

Back, forth. In, out. Each movement creating delicious friction on her swollen clit. Again, again.

The orgasm built within her, clawing its way up from deep inside her and she clung to his sweat-slicked muscular body with all her might.

“Shit.” The word slipped out between clenched teeth. “I don’t know how much longer I can hang on here, Kasey. You’re burning me alive.”

“Do it,” she breathed. “Now.”

She was there, the climax bursting like a Fourth of July fireworks display, raking her from head to toe. Her cunt clenched around his spurting clock, milking it, pulling at it, her legs locked around him as they exploded together. She lost herself completely, the spasming of his cock driving her into yet another orgasm, the tremors shaking her like a leaf in the wind.

And then they collapsed, totally spent, breaths rasping, hearts banging on ribs, both stunned by the enormity of their shared climax.

Kasey had no idea how long they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. She wondered if it would be possible to just stay like this forever. Skyler moved first, carefully easing himself from the clasp of her body, kissing her mouth and each of her nipples as he shifted position.

“I need to take care of business,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers once more as he stood up.

Holy fucking hell!

How the hell did he get so lucky? And had someone thrown a stick of dynamite into the living room or had he just experienced the most mind-shattering orgasm he’d ever had in his life?

Skyler wrapped the spent condom in tissue and dropped it into the waste basket in the small bathroom. He rested his hands on the vanity counter and leaned forward, looking at himself in the mirror. His face still wore a completely satisfied look, but he saw the heat continue to flicker in his eyes. He looked down and saw his cock hardening again.

Not possible!

He’d heard other men occasionally talk about women with whom the sexual attraction was so strong they were sure they could stay hard forever. He knew it was an exaggeration but now he at least had a glimmer of what they meant. He just hadn’t thought women like that existed. Until now.

He ran the cold water and splashed it on his face. Time to get hold of himself. Pull himself together. He’d come over here figuring after what he saw last night he’d have a quick recreational fuck, maybe see if she was up for an occasional friends-with-benefits arrangement. Now he wasn’t sure he ever wanted anyone but him even looking at her.

Get hold of yourself, Brody. You just met her. Remember what happened the last time you let your guard down. Go slow. And for fuck’s sake, don’t tell your brothers about her.

When he was sure he was steady enough to control himself, he found his way back into the living room. Kasey was lying exactly where he’d left her on the couch, skin flushed with the aftermath of passion, a siren smile playing on her lips.

“So,” she said, with a teasing note in her voice. “Is this your idea of the Welcome Wagon?”

He burst out laughing. “All that and a sense of humor, too? I think I hit the jackpot.”

Chapter Three

With one foot on the wooden rail of the porch Sky used his other foot to slowly move the porch swing back and forth.

“Almost seven at night,” he mumbled. “Where the hell is she?”

He looked across his lawn to the darkened windows of Kasey’s house. Granted they’d never actually set a real date, but still in all the time he’d spent watching her, Kasey had never come home this late.

When the sound of a car engine reached his ears Sky’s heart sped up. As the only two houses at the end of the street the vehicle had to be Kasey finally coming home. He stood, not caring if he looked like a fool, to get a better look. Maybe she’d been avoiding him, maybe she’d had second thoughts after he left last night.

After he’d taken her on the couch they’d moved their activities to the bedroom or at least attempted it. With her sweet naked body in his arms Sky hadn’t been able to resist touching her. One thing led to another until an hour later he’d used up another condom and had a serious case of rug burn on his knees. But it had been more than worth it to hear her screaming his name and coming around his cock.

He’d scared himself with this overwhelming need he had for her. The last woman he’d felt even marginally this attracted to walked out on him when the stress of erratic hours and potential danger grew too much for her. While he wasn’t sure where this thing with Kasey was headed, Sky knew he didn’t want to lose her before he had a chance to find out. That’s why he’d shown her his driver’s license instead of his badge last night. When he got to know her better he’d tell her about his job in the homicide division.

The sound of a car approaching grew louder, too loud to be his sexy neighbor’s little hybrid compact. With a sinking realization he knew who the vehicle had to belong to. Sure enough a large black truck pulled into his driveway less than a minute later. The driver’s side door opened at the same time as the passenger’s and two large, very familiar-looking men stepped out.

“Hey,” the first of the two called out while grabbing bags from inside the truck. “Think you can bring your tired crippled ass over here. We brought food.”

“Not because we wanted to.” The second man spoke around an armful of grocery sacks. “A certain blonde threatened us with bodily harm if we didn’t check up on her poor hurt baby.”

The last comment had the two men cracking up with laughter as they hauled their burdens up the porch steps.

Sky grunted and got to his feet. “I’ll be sure to tell Mom thanks for sending you two yahoos over here. I do have food here, you know.”

His youngest brother, River, snorted as he disappeared inside the house. “Tell that to Mom. She thinks we did something horrible to make you leave the house.”

Reed laughed. “I keep trying to tell her we’d kick River out before you, but you know how she is.”

Sky did know. His mother had a backbone of steel and the heart of a melted marshmallow. To put in forty years as a cop’s wife and then raise three sons only to have them pick up the badge? Yeah, his mom was a warrior in her own right. Still he resented her for sending his brothers over to check on him.

“There is such a thing as a phone. I talked to her yesterday. She said she and Dad love Arizona. They’re making friends and keeping busy. Nowhere in our conversation did she mention sending you two over to babysit me.”

River came back out on the porch with two cold beers in his hand. He threw one to Reed then settled himself on the rail in front of his oldest brother.

“Yes, but she called again late last night and you didn’t answer. She got worried about her baby boy. Woke us up first thing this morning and demanded we come over after work to make sure you were okay and had food. If we even had an inkling anything was wrong we were to call her and she’d catch the first flight out to stay with you.”

Sky closed his eyes with a groan. Thirty-seven years old and his mother still wanted to baby him. “That woman is nuts. I didn’t answer my phone because I wasn’t home. Why didn’t she just leave a message to have me call her back?”

Reed and River looked over at each other and shrugged. Reed answered with a grin. “Maybe because she’s just looking for an excuse to come check up on you?”

Sky flipped his brother the finger. “I don’t need a checkup from Mom. I’m doing fine. The shoulder is almost all healed up.” To prove it Sky moved his arm in a complete circle. “The bullet went clean through. The only reason I’m on disability is because the idiot hit me in my shooting arm.”