Sully groaned, head falling back against the car seat. “God, I can’t even take you talking to me like that. You’re gonna kill me, girl.”
I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip of his cock, shivering with pleasure. “Which would you prefer?” I asked. My voice was raspy and filled with desire. Sully reached his hand between our bodies, down, in between my legs, and yanked my jeans open. His teeth were bared, his eyes burning, on fire.
“Oh, we’re doing both, Lang. We are doing both.” He took a handful of my hair and pulled on it—gently enough that it didn’t hurt, but hard enough that I knew where he wanted me. He thrust up into my mouth, lowering my head down on him at the same time, and his cock slid all the way to the back of my throat. At the same time, he began working the fingers of his other hand against my pussy, rubbing small circles against my clit through my panties.
“Shit, you’re so wet,” he panted. “You really want me, don’t you? God, I can feel how badly you want me.”
I could feel how badly he wanted me, too. He was getting harder and harder by the second. I worked my tongue over him, from the base of his cock to the very tip, and Sully bucked underneath me, his breath quickening until he was almost hyperventilating.
“Fuck, Lang. Oh god. Oh shit. I’m gonna come. Baby, I’m gonna—”
Light suddenly shone through the truck window, bouncing around the inside of the vehicle. Sully reacted so quickly, it took a second for me to figure out what was going on. He wasn’t coming. He was pushing me off him and grabbing his t-shirt, trying to cover me up with it.
“Sully Fletcher, you dog, you.” Someone was standing at the car window on the driver’s side, peering in through the glass. They had a flashlight in their hand, and they were pointing it directly at us. “That you, Miss Lang? Good to see you again.” I recognized the voice but couldn’t place it. I was too busy scrambling, trying to get dressed. Sully was red in the face, yanking his jeans back up his body, swearing under his breath.
In the space of five seconds, we’d gone from on the brink of fucking to Sully kicking the truck door open and jumping out of the vehicle, his chest bare, roaring at the top of his lungs. “Hinchliffe, you motherfucker. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Hinchliffe? Hinchliffe. Oh, no. The cop that showed up after I reported Ronan’s death? Lord have mercy. My own shirt was nowhere to be seen, so I grabbed Sully’s and threw it on, quickly climbing out of the car after him. Hinchliffe was in uniform, flashlight still gripped in his hand. Sully had him by the throat, and was about to punch him square in the face.
“Sully! Stop!” I ran through the snow, grabbing hold of the arm he had raised and pulled back, ready to strike. The moment I touched him, Sully let go, snarling under his breath.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” he hissed, shoving Hinchliffe. “You’re spying on people making out in cars now?”
Hinchliffe spat on the floor, rubbing at his neck. “I’m a police officer, Sully. Fuck, man, sex in public is an offence. And so is assaulting a cop. I could write you up right now if I wanted.”
“You’re gonna arrest me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what’s the point in writing me up? Fucking pathetic, dude.”
“Whatever. You’d better get out of here before I call for backup.”
Sully barked out laughter. “Backup? You mean Caruthers?”
“Let’s just go, Sully.” I threaded my fingers through his and squeezed. I knew we were safe from another explosion of rage when he squeezed back. Turning to me, he gave me a small smile, but I could tell he was still fizzing with anger.
His dark gaze remained fixed and locked on me. “All right,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
Hinchliffe grumbled after us as we both got back in the car. Sully climbed into the driver seat, still simmering, and grabbed hold of the steering wheel, gripping it tight. “I’m sorry. Fuck. I shouldn’t have lost it like that. I just—the thought of him seeing you naked…”
“I doubt he saw anything at all,” I told him. “The windows were too steamed up.”