Page 27 of The Sunny Side (Rojo 2nd Generation: Rojo Police Department #3)

“You describe it even better than the song.”

“He missed one thing in those lyrics, though.”

“What’s that?” I asked as Brawley pushed away from the doorframe and stalked toward me. His graceful movements reminded me of a jungle cat stalking his prey, but I was thrilled to be caught.

“Nothing fun ever happens on a straight road.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before I was in Brawley’s arms. He spun us around and fell backwards onto the bed. When I landed on top of him, my legs naturally fell to the side, putting me in the perfect position to feel exactly how much he appreciated my curves.

One of Brawley’s hands slipped up my side to cup my breast while the other went farther and wrapped around the back of my neck.

He pulled me down for a long kiss, and it was more intense than any we’d shared before.

Without thinking, I ground against his hard cock and wished with all my might that my underwear would disappear right along with his jeans and boxers.

As if he’d heard my wish, his hand slipped away from my breast as his other one ran down my back. They rested on my hips for a second before I felt a sharp tug and then felt the material of my underwear fall away.

“Holy shit, that was sexy as hell,” I muttered against his lips before I kissed my way down his neck.

I slid my body down his as his hands roamed over my sides and then between us to tug on my nipples before I knelt between his legs.

I was going to finish what I started in the hallway, and from his reaction then and now, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to argue with me.

Brawley lifted his hips so I could pull his jeans and boxers down.

I maneuvered them down until I was standing on the floor next to the bed, taking my time to study his body like he had mine.

He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he enjoyed it.

He casually put his hands behind his head, showing off those thick biceps I’d come to appreciate.

“You’re a work of art,” I whispered as I ran my hands up his legs, crawling up the bed to kneel between his knees again.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock, lifting it from where the hard length rested against his abdomen, and then I leaned forward to lick him from base to tip.

Brawley moaned and then gasped when I did it again.

By the time I opened my mouth to take his cock deep, his hands were in my hair and he was muttering incoherently.

It made me feel like the goddess he seemed to think I was when I realized he was completely out of control, his hands clenching and relaxing in my hair over and over as his hips thrust up from the bed.

Suddenly, he sat up and grabbed me under my arms, pulling my body over his until our mouths could touch again. Before he kissed me, he said, “I can’t take much more of that right now, but feel free to do that any time you want to in the future.”

I smiled before I tilted my hips at just the perfect angle to notch his cock inside me and then slowly slid down his length until my pussy was stretched tight around him.

Brawley’s eyes closed, and the look on his face couldn’t be described as anything but pure bliss, but when I started moving, his eyes shot open.

I could see the fire in them - a fire that I had started and was now doing my best to stoke into a blazing inferno that would consume us completely.

I started moving up and down, slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

Brawley’s hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts as he tweaked my nipples, and occasionally, he pulled me forward for a mind-blowing kiss.

When he slipped his hand between our bodies to strum my clit with the pad of his thumb, I detonated like a bomb, shattering into a million pieces as I screamed his name.

When Brawley suddenly flipped us over so he was on top of me, I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I knew from our makeout sessions over the last few weeks that he couldn’t bend his knee all the way or put pressure on it quite yet, which is why I took the lead tonight.

However, Brawley had an even better idea than missionary and crawled out of the bed awkwardly until he was standing beside it.

He grabbed one of my feet and pulled me toward him before he flipped me over onto my stomach.

I had just slipped my hands beneath me to push myself up when Brawley lifted my hips and brought them toward him, impaling me with a loud grunt.

I pushed my body back and matched him stroke for stroke, slamming myself onto his cock as he thrust forward, sending me from post-orgasmic bliss to the brink of my second orgasm.

“I had a plan,” Brawley said as he reached up and hooked his hand over my shoulder. As he pulled me up he said, “Soft, sweet, and slow so I could show you exactly how I felt about you, but then you . . . Fuck, this feels good.”

“All of that later,” I told him as I arched my back to take him at another angle as one hand wrapped around me to cup my breast and the other slid down over my pussy to touch my clit.

I was so close, and I could tell that Brawley was trying valiantly to hold himself in check until I went off again, so I put my hand over his and used his fingers to strum my clit in a way I knew would send me over the edge.

After just a few more strokes, I screamed Brawley’s name as my entire body clenched with the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Brawley followed close behind me.

As my body slowly came down off the high we’d created, Brawley’s hips thrust slowly and much more gently than before while his body occasionally shuddered when my pussy clutched at him with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“That was amazing, Clancy,” Brawley panted as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

“I know the new will wear off someday, but right now, I think you’re way too close to perfect to be real.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m definitely real,” Brawley said as he started nibbling on my neck. “Why don’t we take this to the shower, and then I’ll show you just how perfect I think you are.”

“See?Perfect.”