I squeeze her breast. "Suck me."
Her head bobs up and down in rhythm.
"That's it, baby. I'm close."
She applies herself with more vigor.
"Touch my balls. Cup them." She does, lightly fondling them. They tingle and tighten.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come. You ready, baby?"
I expect her to pop off, but she keeps sucking frantically. "Mmhmm," she agrees.
Fuck. Fuck. My sac tightens. Lights explode behind my eyes.
Foxfire. Fuck.
I pump into her mouth. She swallows it down, greedy little noises escaping.
"Fuck, baby," I gasp. "That was good."
She smiles up at me, a little angel with messy rainbow hair. Her lips glisten.
She's so goddamn fucking beautiful. I want to lay her out on my car hood, open her legs, and return the favor.
"Any time," she says just as a siren flares behind us. Blue and red lights flood the car.
The cops. Fuck.
~.~
Foxfire
Uh oh.
I slip into my seat wiping my mouth. That was so hot, I could've come just from sucking him. Insane.
Tank zips his pants, still cursing. The cop is getting out of the car.
"Seatbelt," Tank orders as he gets his registration and driver's license ready. I buckle myself in, wondering how obvious I look with my wet lips and disheveled hair. Whatever. Worth it.
I put on my innocent face as the cop approaches. Hopefully, the thug doesn't wake up, and the cop won't decide he wants to search the covered truck bed.
We just have to act natural.
"Hi, Officer." I wave as the trooper leans in at the window.
Tank's jaw clenches, but he says nothing.
"You run into some trouble, son?"
"No." Tank doesn't look at the trooper. His hand flexes on the steering wheel. The cop's eyes narrow as he takes in the tattoos, the giant muscles and lack of respect for authority.
"No trouble at all," I trill, smoothing my hair. "It's totally my fault we had to pull over." The trooper fixes his eyes on me. "Um… I dropped a contact. It's silly, but I went down to look for it. He pulled over to help me." I flutter my lashes. The cop looks from me to Tank and back again. "So, it's my fault. He wasn't too happy at first," I whisper like I'm letting the cop in on a secret. "I kinda lose them a lot." I shrug, cock my head to the side, and giggle. Cute, clueless, manic pixie dream girl-that's me!
"You need to keep your seatbelt on, miss."
"Oh I know," I nod, my eyes big. "He wouldn't let me go down until he pulled over."
Tank sighs on cue. I see the moment the cop starts to feel sorry for him, but also a little envious.
"Anyway, he's cranky," I babble on. "I promised I'd cook him a big dinner, but it looks like we'll have to do drive through instead. I'll have to make it up to him later." Another shrug and clueless giggle.
Now the trooper is fighting a grin. He glances at Tank's credentials and hands them right back. "This shoulder is for broken down cars only. You'd better move on now."
"Okay, thank you, Officer." I nod, my hair bouncing around my shoulders.
The trooper pats the side of the truck with his hand. "You drive safe."
"Yes," Tank mumbles, not quite deferential.
"Thanks, so much." I wave hard enough to jiggle my boobs.
As soon as the trooper is back in his car, I sag back in my seat. Crisis averted. No thanks to the sullen werewolf next to me.
"He was cute," I say as Tank pulls onto the road. He casts me a glare on me that could turn a lesser being to stone.
I just smile. "But not really my type." I replace my hand on his thigh, stroking the hard muscle through his jeans.
He shakes his head. "Baby, you are big trouble."
"Mmm hmm. You gonna punish me?"
He looks over, disbelieving, like it's way too soon for me to make jokes. His eyes slide down. My bra cup are still under my boobs, pushing them up into some nice cleavage. The straps have slid half down my arms.
No wonder the cop let us off easy.
"I'm definitely punishing you, baby." His tone makes me shiver.
I go to adjust my bra, and Tank growls. "Leave it."
All righty then. Something tells me whatever punishment is, it's gonna be hot. Even if Tank can be a little scary. I'm not worried.
Besides, his expression of bliss when he came in my mouth… Worth it.
Tank
I stop briefly, to drop the sleeping thug off in the woods behind a gas station. I leave some extra cash in the guy's wallet and prop him against a tree.
Foxfire's quiet as I turn the truck in the direction of the last-known whereabouts of her mother's trailer.
I can't figure out how she makes me do such crazy things. Like letting her blow me while I'm driving. With a mob enforcer in the bed of the truck. And a suspicious cop ready to look in the window.
Fates, it's a goddamn miracle I'm not in a jail cell right now for kidnapping and assault. My dad always warned me, "Females are our downfall. Mark my words, son, so you don't find out the hard way." He didn't mention how he learned the hard way. He didn't have to.
"There it is." Foxfire sits up straight, pointing to the silver bullet-shaped trailer on the edge of national forest land. "But her vehicle isn't there, so I don't think she's home."
"Seriously?" I mutter. The trailer has a field of poppies painted on its side. Granted, the poppies are beautiful-very intricate and artistic-but still. Foxfire's mom is a total hippie. Now I know where Foxfire got the crazies.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. How long has she been here?"
"A few years. She likes the energy." Foxfire goes to open her door, but I motion for her to stop.
"Wait here, baby."
For once, she doesn't give me any lip.