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“Oh for fuck’s sake! I didn’t assault him on purpose! I thought he was a damn intruder! You can’t just sneak into someone’s business like that!”
I jumped to my feet and glared at the cop who looked young enough to be my kid.
Doogie Copper tightened his grip on his gun and looked to his boss. Jake pushed himself to standing with a grace that belied his size. His shirt fell back down, covering abs that were flatter than I would have expected. He was annoyingly attractive.
Oh my God, that kiss. I’m pretty sure we were like two minutes away from hate fucking if the kid cop hadn’t interrupted us. My panties were drenched.
“We thought you were the intruder,” the kid snapped back.
“How did you even get in here?” I asked, looking between them. “Both doors were locked.”
“We have a master key for every business in town.”
I frowned as I digested this tidbit.
“Who else has these master keys?”
“Everyone on the force, plus the fire chief.”
I smacked his arm, earning me another menacing look from Doogie Copper.
“Did you ever think that’s how someone is getting in here? That’s got to be it. One of your guys is using their master key to mess with me!”
Jake frowned. “Hmm. No, I can’t see that happening.”
“Oh yeah, because you cops are above the law. Break into stores, beat your wife, abuse your kids, just go ahead and commit whatever crimes you want and it’s all okay because you have to protect your brothers in blue. You’re all the same.”
Jake was looking at me thoughtfully, as if my diatribe was giving him an important clue about me. I glared at him.
The other cop cleared his throat. “Chief?”
Jake turned to him, as if he’d forgotten he was there.
“Johnston, go back to the station and do an audit of the master keys, including the ones assigned to the fire station. Let’s see if there are any keys missing. I want every key accounted for.”
“You got it, Chief.”
The kid shot me another warning look and I raised my eyebrows at him, giving him my best “fuck off” look. The hardening of his face told me he’d gotten the message.
The minute the kid locked the door behind him, Jake was on me again.
“You are the most stubborn, foolhardy woman I’ve ever met,” he growled, stalking towards me with a face like a thunder cloud.
I stepped back out of self-preservation. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt me, but his expression made me nervous nonetheless. My back hit the wall three steps in. Jake kept coming, crowding close to me as he flattened his hands on the wall on either side of my head.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, raising my chin to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with anger and something that looked a lot like passion.
“This.”
This kiss was just as angry as the first one. I nipped at his lip and this time I was the one shoving my tongue into his mouth. We fought for control, the kiss hot and angry. My heart was thundering in my chest, every nerve in my body on fire.
Jake ran his hands down my arms, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. It was hot as hell, and equally annoying.
“Hey!” I said, my voice way breathier than I would have liked it to be as I broke the kiss to give him a piece of my mind.
Holding my hands immobile over my head with one hand gripping both my wrists, Jake pressed his big body against mine, pinning me to the wall. My breasts were achy against the pressure of his chest, and I could feel an impressive erection against my stomach.
“You’re a goddamned menace,” he growled against my lips.
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
I couldn’t decide whether I was crazy or smart to bait him. He kissed me again, his free hand sliding between us to breach the waistband of the yoga pants I wore. He slid his hand into my panties, fingers sliding between my lower lips. He moved his fingers through my wetness a few times and I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good. Jake broke away with a satisfied smirk.
“For someone who hates me so much, you’re pretty wet for me.”
He rolled his hips against me, and I leaned forward and bit his ear, making him yelp.
“Why don’t you shut up and fuck me?” I demanded.
His eyes blazed and he released my hands to shove my yoga pants and underwear down my legs. I kicked them to the side while unzipping his jeans. I was good at multitasking and right now, I’d never been so thankful. Jake shoved his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, releasing his monster cock. He was a big guy, and everything was proportionate. I gripped his dick and squeezed hard enough to make him growl at me.
“Hold on.”
Before I knew what he was talking about, he gripped both of my thighs, pulling them around his waist and boosting me up against the wall. I swear I almost came on the spot. I wasn’t fat, but I definitely wasn’t a small woman. No one had ever boosted me against the wall like that. No one had ever kissed me like this before either, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I gripped his shoulders just as he speared me with his cock, impaling me against the wall with one long stroke.
We both paused, and I took a deep breath, trying to relax my internal muscles that were stretched wider than they ever had been before.
Jake lowered his head and kissed me deeply as he started pounding into me. Never one to be passive, I rolled my hips and slammed my pelvis against him with every stroke. It was hard, rough, and dirty, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jake fucked me right through the drywall.
He broke away from my mouth, nudging my shirt to the side and nipping his way down to the top of my shoulder. I slid my hands under his tee-shirt, scoring his back with my nails as he bit down on my shoulder hard and sucked the skin into his mouth, marking me.
Jake giving me a hickey like a teenage boy should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. For the first time in my entire life, I came without any clitoral stimulation.
I banged my head against the wall as my orgasm crashed through my body. Meanwhile Jake’s strokes became erratic. He stiffened against me, then came with a grunt as he pumped into me one, two, three times, filling me with his seed. He dropped his head on my shoulder, panting as we both recovered.
As my heartrate slowed, my common sense returned. What the hell was I doing? Sure, this was the best sex I’d had in my life, but that didn’t make this right.
“Let me down,” I said, pushing against his shoulders.
Still breathing heavily, Jake stepped back enough for me to drop my feet to the floor and move away from him. He stood there staring at the wall in some kind of fugue state while I found my underwear and tights and pulled them back on. I had no recollection of kicking off my shoes, but I found my Nikes off to the side of where Jake was still standing.
He turned around slowly, and our eyes met and held.
“I’m so...”
I held up my hand.
“Don’t say it. We were both here, we are both responsible. It was my idea as much as yours.”
Although with my common sense returning quickly, I was having a tough time remembering why I thought this was a good idea. I didn’t even like this guy. Jake shoved his impressive dick into his pants and zipped up. Pity. Suddenly his expression changed from shock to alarm.
“Um, Evie. We didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, I got caught up in the moment and didn’t even think of it.”
I shrugged. At my age, it didn’t matter the way it did when I was younger.
“Neither did I. But I’m in menopause so there’s no way you knocked me up if that’s what you’re worried about. Also, I’m clean. I haven’t, um, dated in a while.”
One of the many benefits of menopause, in my opinion, was not living in fear that an accident or a broken condom would result in pregnancy. Not having a monthly visitor was also a huge plus.
Jake’s expression cleared at my words, but he still looked as shocked as I felt. What had just happened? We were both in our fifties, and we were having crazy hot sex against a wall like kids half our age.
“I am too. Clean, I mean.”
He seemed a little discombobulated, and honestly I was glad I wasn’t the only one. I’d never seen Jake be anything but confident.
“Okay then, let’s just chalk this up to an adrenaline-fueled hate fuck and move on with our lives like it never happened,” I suggested. “If I see you in town, I’ll just walk the other way.”
He strode over to me and placed his big hands on my shoulders, the same way he’d done earlier, although he was calmer now that he wasn’t recovering from a shot to the chest with a paintball pellet.
“That was no hate fuck, sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice certain.
He pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around me and weak woman that I was, I allowed myself to relax into his warmth for a long moment. For an alpha cop, he gave good hugs. It had been years since I’d had a good hug, and honestly it was almost as good as the sex. Something about Jake made me feel comfortable and safe, and I didn’t want to analyze that too closely. I’d worked too hard to be independent.
“If it wasn’t a hate fuck, what exactly was that?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“The beginning of a beautiful relationship.”