ToServeAndProtect (21 page)

“Then lying to police is a walk on the wild side for
you?” He pulled into an open-air restaurant on the Hermosa Beach strand.
“You’ll love this place.”

Sand covered the floor and wet swimmers sat at picnic
tables, eating the fresh catch of the day with fries. A couple of teenagers
still wore their rollerblades. On the walls, fishnets caught decorative shells
along with pictures of celebrities who had patronized the restaurant over the
past thirty years.

“Table inside or on the patio?” they were asked when
they stepped up to the hostess.

“It’ll be chilly once the sun goes down,” Dustin said.

“I won’t mind,” McKenna said, thinking he could keep
her warm if the breeze off the ocean became too nippy.

Seagulls walked under the tables, calling loudly to
their feathered friends when they found a dropped French fry or crust of bread.

“This is nice.” With the roar of the surf, she felt
isolated in the crowded restaurant. Dustin’s attention focused intently on her.

The food was divine, and while they ate, he opened up
more about his life, telling her of his youthful jaunts. Finally, they sipped
coffee after their meal. As the sun sank beneath the horizon of the ocean, the
sound of the waves crashing against the beach became more acute. The air chilled
enough to cause her to shiver.

“Ready?” Dustin set down his coffee and wiped his
mouth. She nodded, and he came around the table and held her chair while she
stood. Once he’d paid the tab, they left.

Dustin put the top up on the convertible for the ride
back to the hotel. The streets bustled with activity. Shops were still open,
and the local nightlife was getting underway. They passed a dance club. “Want
to get a drink? Go dancing?”

She watched women wearing short dresses and high heels
being escorted by men sporting neckties and Dockers. “I’d rather go back to our
room.” She sighed and leaned back in the seat. “I want a shower. You’re right.
Tomorrow is going to be difficult when we find Roslyn Meadows.” She covered her
mouth while she yawned. “I guess I am ready for bed.”

The drive back to the hotel only took a few minutes.
Once they were back in the room, she opened her suitcase and found her camisole
and silky shorts. She grabbed her toiletries and excused herself to the
bathroom.

She was in LA and, like Dustin had said, away from
prying eyes. No Tyson to remind him of protocol and no Dawn to interfere and
offer advice.

The hot shower rinsed away the stress but brought
about a flurry of butterflies. There might be two beds, but she wanted in
Dustin’s. Before she left the bathroom, she glanced in the mirror. Her unbound
breasts shifted beneath the spaghetti strap top. Nipples prodded against the
fabric, sending heat into her pussy. A steady throb left her damp and aching.
If he couldn’t read the signals she was giving off, he needed a manual on
women.

She stepped from the bathroom. Moist ocean air blew in
through the open balcony doors. Dustin had his arms braced against the rail.
The breeze ruffled his hair. She swallowed and anxiety skittered down her
spine. While she’d showered, he’d changed into sweatpants—with no shirt.
Tension knotted in his shoulders.

“Hi.”

He turned at the sound of her voice and his gaze swept
over her. “Hi.”

They stared at each other. Dustin ran a hand over his
bare chest. Abdominal muscles tightened and his pectorals flexed. He was
tightly controlled, yet desire smoldered in his eyes. Tied in the front, the
sweats rode low on his hips and did little to camouflage his arousal.

“The shower is yours if you want it.”

“No, I think I’ll go down the hall to the vending
machines. I know you’re tired.” He glanced to the beds.

“But I’m not sleepy,” she said.

Dustin took the room keycard from the dresser. “I’ll
be back in a minute.” He walked out.

McKenna sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “This
is stupid. I need to either seduce him or go to bed and sleep off my
frustration.” Grabbing the remote, she flipped through the channels. A few
minutes later, Dustin returned and set the cans of soda on the table between
the beds.

“Should I call the front desk for a seven a.m. wake
up?” she asked as she popped the top of her drink.

“Sounds good.” Dustin leaned against the headboard.
“Remote,” he said with his hand held out to her.

She clutched it in her hand. “I can change the
channel. What do you want to watch?” She started surfing the channels again,
pausing when she got to Lifetime. “I love this movie.”

“No way,” he interrupted her stroll down memory lane
with Julia Roberts. “No chick flicks. Give me the remote.”

“I suppose you want me to find a shoot em’ up cop
epic.” She started down the channels again. With one brow raised, she looked
over at Dustin. “I’ve got one question, do you feel lucky?” She squealed as
Dustin launched off his bed and onto hers. She laughed as they struggled for
the remote.

“We compromise,” he said as he sat up with the remote.
“Hey, what’s this?” he teased.

“Don’t you dare! I am not watching Candy loves
Barbie!”

Dustin laughed and continued to look for something
they both would enjoy. “James Bond?”

She nodded and took another sip of soda. Dustin
reached over and grabbed two pillows from the bed he’d vacated and propped them
alongside hers. Leaning back, he stretched his legs out. “Come here.” He patted
the spot beside him.

First, she stood and turned off the lights. Then she
crawled back onto the bed. Positioning next to him, her heartbeat thundered in
her ears. She breathed in shallow rapid breaths, anticipating. Then he touched
her. Rough calloused, fingertips caressed her bare shoulders. She sat up enough
to allow his arm to wrap around and pull her close. Her hand rested on his bare
chest. He was solid muscle and smelled incredible.

Shivers tingled over her flesh as his fingers absently
trailed along her arm. She attempted to be just as subtle with her touches to
his stomach and torso. Her panties were damp, and his cock swelled against the
fabric of his sweats. She didn’t know about Dustin, but she watched the
television having absolutely no idea what was happening in the movie.

In the dark of the room, her eyes grew tired. If he
didn’t make a move soon she was going to be sleeping on his chest.

When the credits started to roll, Dustin turned off
the television. Plunged into pitch black, he listened to McKenna’s even
breathing. Curling against him, her arm laying across his stomach, he skimmed
his fingers along her shoulder. He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted McKenna. His
jaw tightened as he lay next to her. Faint fragrance of her shampoo drifted to
his nose.

“Mickey,” he whispered while he gently turned her onto
her pillow. She murmured a protest at the disruption and burrowed deeper into
his neck. Warm sleepy softness curled around his body, and he groaned. He
wouldn’t be able to sleep with her purring beside me. Hell, he doubted he’d
sleep being in the same room with her.

“Dustin.” Her fingers spread across his chest. Tension
gripped his abdominals, and then surged lower, hardening his dick and coiling
in his tightened balls.

“Mickey, I don’t want to get out of this bed.” She
continued to slide her hand lower, skating her fingertips along the edge of his
sweats. Breath burned his lungs as she slipped inside.

“Then don’t.”

Gentle
pressure
brushed his shaft. Blood rushed from his head,
leaving him dizzy, and lengthened his cock another inch. He clenched his teeth,
relishing in her tentative exploration. “Oh fuck.”

She curled her fingers around the base. “Stay in bed
with me.” She bent over him, her hair a curtain over his chest. At the same
time, she slowly stroked his taut length. He thrust into her fist, intensifying
the pleasure streaking along his shaft and flashing like lightning into his
sac.

Slack jawed, he nodded, unable to form words as she
flicked her tongue against his flat nipples. Every muscle jerked at the erotic
sensation of her wet cool tongue against his burning flesh.

Dustin lifted his hips, and she tugged his sweats down
his thighs and off. He lay on the bed naked, in the dark. The mattress dipped
as she shifted her position. Her hair tickled his thigh as she moved closer to
his dick. He didn’t speak, afraid to break the spell weaving around them. Warm
breath caressed his groin. Fuck, her lips had to be close to his cock.

“Put your mouth on me.” He couldn’t contain the
ravaging lust firing through his body. His balls throbbed and his cocked
strained upwards, rigid in need of her warm, wet mouth.

At the first touch of her velvety tongue, he hissed
through clenched teeth. “Yes.” His cock throbbed, dripping cream. More fluids
oozed down his shaft.

A soft chuckle rolled from her chest. Then liquid heat
surrounded the crown. Grabbing his rod at the base, she held him upright and
swallowed more of his length. Light suction tugged on the head.

Threading his fingers into her hair, he helped guide
her head. She bobbed on his cock, sliding her mouth down the shaft then
swirling her tongue over the corona. A soft hum in the back of her throat
vibrated along his length.

“I won’t last.” He pumped into her mouth. Just a few
more strokes of her delicious tongue then he pulled away. “Condom.”

“I’m on the pill?”

“What about sexual partners?”

“It’s been awhile,” she whispered.

“For me, too.”

In the dark, he sat up and reached for her. In choppy
movements, he had her top off. What he couldn’t see in the dark, he discovered
with his hands. Bracing his hands on her hips, he trekked higher, feeling each
rib, reveling in the softness of her bared flesh. He cupped her breast, circled
the full mound, then rolled her nipple until the tip tightened and elongated.
“Beautiful.”

Urging her supine on the bed, he bent over her and
took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked, tasting her breast. She moaned,
arching off the mattress. Her responses heightened his desire. Using his
tongue, he played with her nipple, pressing it between his teeth and the roof
of his mouth.

“Touch me, Dustin.” Her hips rolled, emulating sex.

With a pop, her breast released from his mouth. He
tugged her pajama bottom off. Hooking a finger in the elastic side of her thong
panties, he inched them down. Once free of the barrier, her thighs fell open.
The musky scent of her arousal hit him hard. Saliva flooded his mouth. Cupping
a palm around each calf, he spread her legs wider.

“Dustin?” Her voice quivered in the dark.

“Shh.” With his lips, he traced a path along the
inside of her thigh, then scooched her higher on the bed. Maneuvering between
her legs, he laid on his side. “I need to taste you.”

With the first swipe of his tongue along her drenched
curls, her heels dug into the bed and she thrust against his mouth. Grasping
her buttocks, he lifted her, slicing the blade of his tongue along her slit.
Dark, delicious flavor filled his mouth. Cream slicked along his lips as he
used them to part her folds. Dancing his tongue over her hot inner labia, he
searched each groove, dipped into each crevice.

Crooning her praise, she swiveled her hips, chasing
his tongue as he licked, teased, and nibbled her clit. He moaned. His hunger
for her built a rising tide of torrid heat. Long slow licks bathed her cunt.
Muscles clenched and her hands fisted in the bedding as her head thrashed on
the pillow. He drank her down, her juices soaking his face and trickling off
his chin.

Her mewling pleasure shifted to gasping breath. He
felt her climax in the quavering of her thighs and the burst of cream from her
clenching slit. Devouring her tangy flavors, he opened wider over her mound and
ferociously sucked, pressing and flicking his tongue against her erect,
hardened clit.

Thighs snapped to his head and she came hard with a
cry. He rode her orgasm, savoring every pulsing spasm. Her arched back collapsed
to the bed and the squeeze of her legs lessened. She gasped deep inhales and
blew out ragged exhales. Rising over her, he kissed a trail over her
sweat-sheened tummy.

Braced above her, his left hand slivered along her
side and brushed against her hip. Wrapping his palm around his thick shaft, he
traced her slit with the blunt tip of his dick. Her hips arched, and he nudged
her opening, teasing her clit, and spreading her cream.

With his lips at her ear, he whispered, “I’ve wanted
you since the first time you walked into the station.” Lunging hard, he shafted
her cunt until his balls rested against the seam of her buttocks.

“God, yes.” She moaned with every soft gust of air
from her mouth.

Dustin reared back and thrust hard between her gloving
folds. Each plunge created a firestorm of emotion. She felt so good. Hot and
soft. Yet she bucked against him, demanding and restless. Wet, slick tissues
caressed his shaft. He focused on each nuance of her breathing, her body,
meeting her needs.