She fought to get words out. “This isn’t something included in the list of favors and errands to compensate you for not suing us, is it?” She doubted it was, but she had to be sure.
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Of course not. You’re free to stand up and leave. I’d rather you didn’t, though.” He looked so damn handsome, his expression sheepishly pleading.
She hadn’t drunk any alcohol, nor was she on any medication, and yet her body was melting at his touch. At his words. She wanted him. Had wanted him for a while already, never mind all the pep talks to the contrary. But he was the sheriff, the Condescending Asshole she’d been butting heads with since forever.
Rachel stared into his eyes for a long, long time, weighing her options. What the hell. She got up and straddled him, his pulsing erection nestled between her open legs. “This position will work better. First base?”
Letting out a chuckle, he nuzzled her nose, brushing his lips with hers, slowly running his tongue over them. It was so fucking sexy that it took her breath away.
He reached for her pin and unraveled her hair, watching as it cascaded all over her shoulders. He fisted it and brought her closer to him. He liked being in control. What a surprise. She resisted, relishing how the sting of pain heightened her senses. “I’m sure your valley Barbies went along with your macho ways. I like putting up a fight,” she informed him, digging her short nails into his shoulders.
Adrian applied more pressure, and she gave in. He must not have felt like shaving that morning, because his five o’clock shadow was thick—stubby enough that he wouldn’t feel the roughness of her hands, so she cupped his face and gave herself over to the kiss, which was no longer tentative or concession-giving. He aggressively took her mouth, while his free hand went to her ass and pushed her against his erection.
She moaned and, slowly at first, began riding his cock, sinking her fingers in his hair.
“Fuck, you’re killing me here,” he said in a groan. “Let’s also assume that dry humping is included in first base.”
Rachel was pretty sure it wasn’t, but whatever. Too late for technicalities.
She nipped at his lower lip and then soothed it with her tongue, shivering at the feel of his cock jerking against her open folds. “Have you noticed you’re paraphrasing a seventeen-year-old punk?”
“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, his pained expression melting the last of her defenses.
Their dry humping got more intense as his dick, which had gotten even bigger, perfectly rubbed her clit with every thrust. The sweatpants were too loose to really offer any protection, and her shuddering intensified.
Adrian didn’t seem to be faring any better, because he was as tense as a bowstring and sweating. His hips lifted rhythmically, trying to get deeper into her open core, which by now was drenched and begging for more than just dry humping.
“I want you so badly,” he said, kissing her neck, both hands on her ass, opening her cheeks to control the strokes. “And you want me too; I can smell your need. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
Rachel understood the sentiment. She’d only have to reach down, open his zipper, and move aside her sweatpants. She was dying to feel him stretching her as he entered her. She’d probably start coming at the barest touch.
A knock on the door broke the spell. “Who’s in there?”
It took her a while to regain her bearings and recognize the voice. Rebecca. “It’s me,” Rachel said at last, her voice shaky.
“You constipated again?”
Rachel grimaced, closed her eyes. Talk about bursting the romantic bubble. “Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll go upstairs. Good luck, honey. If you feel like you’re going to faint, give us a shout. I’ll tell your grandma to be on the lookout.”
Adrian was staring at her, his eyes already crinkling with laughter. She shrugged. “What? I eat too much pizza and burgers and shit like that. Constipation should be the least of my digestive tract’s problems, don’t you think?”
“And the fainting?” He was grinning now.
“That only happened once.” Which she wasn’t going to discuss with him while rubbing body parts. “We need to stop. Before we have all the OGs on the other side of this door.”
He groaned, not pleased at all, but didn’t stop her as she peeled herself away from him. He just closed his eyes and grimaced. It was so damn difficult to move away from him; her whole body was yelling at her to stay. And her pussy… her pussy was on fire. Her nipples too.
“I’ll leave first.” She stood up and tried not to rub her legs together. Coming like that in front of him would be too embarrassing.
But he was reading her perfectly. “Not yet. There’s something you need to do for me before that.” He stood up and palmed her pussy through her pants, his fingers sinking between her wet folds.
She came on the spot, shuddering, her legs almost giving way, muffling her sounds against his chest and clawing his arms.
“Now you can go,” he whispered afterward.
Rachel lifted her head and met his intense gaze. “Hmm… thanks?” she offered, not sure what to say.
He broke into laughter. His expression changed to a wince as he rearranged his massive erection. “Go. Before I fuck you right here against the sink.”
Nodding, she took a step back, although what she wanted to do was strip him and fuck him in that bathroom, OGs and other guests be damned. “Oh God,” she said, looking down at herself, at the wet spot between her legs.
“Your swollen lips and glassy eyes will give you away, Grease Barbie.”
“No worries. I’ll pass through the kitchen and throw a pitcher of water over myself.” It would cover the wet spot and cool her down. “Wait a minute, then come out.”
“I may need more than a minute.”
She lowered her gaze to his crotch. Yeah, a minute wouldn’t get the job done.
Chapter Six
Rachel checked the clock on the wall and looked around the garage. They’d been swamped all day, but XL, Ash, and Monti had been a huge help.
“Guys, you can leave. I’m going myself. I have some errands to run for the sheriff.” Today was Monday, grocery shopping day. She hadn’t seen him since the weekend. After their impromptu make-out session in the bathroom, she’d had to go help the OGs, and Rachel and Adrian hadn’t gotten any more alone time. On the plus side, the grannies assumed her wobbly legs and general untidiness were due to her efforts in the bathroom, so she and Adrian hadn’t been found out.
The kids looked at each other. “We have nothing else to do, so we’re in, Grease Barbie. Lead the way. We’ve never been in A’s cave.”
Neither had she, for that matter. She only knew he’d rented a house near his granddad, not that far from her own place, in the old part of town.
She checked the address with Holly, the dispatcher, and headed that way. When they arrived, the kids jumped out and rang the bell. She followed. A grumpy voice hollered that he was coming before Adrian flung the door open. He looked angry and a bit disheveled. Obviously sick leave didn’t become him.
He frowned. “What are you doing here?”