Free Real Men Do It Better by Carrie Alexander Lori Wilde Susan Donovan Lora Leigh Page B

air touched her most intimate area. Except for harsh breathing, he was silent. She shuddered, knowing he was watching, seeing all of her, especially as he began to press for entrance. Her lids clamped shut, but the image was burned in her mind—the swollen head of his cock parting her pussy lips, stretching her folds until they’d made a tight rim around his thick shaft as it slowly, inexorably disappeared inside her.
    He let out a grunt of satisfaction when he bottomed out. “That’s my girl.” He stroked a finger between her buttocks, around their melded flesh, to the inflamed button of her clit. She jerked at the touch. Her body clutched, from hands to stomach to sex. A low moan rolled off her tongue. He began thrusting.
    Experiencing all that motion and emotion and pleasure at one time was too much. For a little while she lost touch with reality. She came back with a shock as he clamped down and hammered his cock in and out of her until she’d bounced off her toes like a rag doll. The tension coiled tight, then burst free, everything inside her rising so swift and strong the climax broke like a flood, all rushing sensation and tumultuous release.
    Gabe bent over her prone body, cradling her breasts as he slammed into her with the quick hard strokes of his orgasm. Each thrust tugged at her clit. Small, gasping cries popped from her open mouth.
    “Who’s in there? What’s going on?” Footsteps thudded at the entrance to the barn. “This is the police. I want to see your hands in the air.”
    Gabe and Karen had slumped into a heap atop the bales. The harsh command, coming from nowhere, seemed almost impossible. His arms went around her.
    “Don’t you touch her!”
    “What?” Gabe said, but he slid away, flailing a bit to gain his feet among the slippery hay.
    “I am an officer of the law. Do. Not. Move.”
    “The hell with that.” Gabe yanked up his jeans and stepped in front of Karen as she scrambled through the hay for any piece of clothing at all. She found her jeans and tried to use them to cover herself, at least, but they were still caught around one ankle.
    She huddled behind Gabe. His hands were in the air. “Don’t shoot,” he said with a dry, dead calm.
    “Is that you, Karen?” Officer Dan queried uncertainly. “Are you all right? Was he hurting you?”
    “Oh my God.” She peered past Gabe, so numbed by the situation she was slow to react. Officer Dan was silhouetted in the doorway, both arms raised as he leveled a gun at them. She bit back a groan at the absurdity of it all. “Would you please put the gun away before you shoot somebody?”
    The cop lowered his weapon. “Karen? It sounded like you were in pain.”
    Because you never heard me climax before.
    “I’m fine.” Her face was flaming, not unlike other parts of her body. “He wasn’t doing anything to me I didn’t want him to.”
    Officer Dan muttered, clearly embarrassed. But he held his spot. His head snaked forward as he peered into the barn, trying to get a good look at her companion.
    Karen blessed the darkness that had saved them from complete exposure. “Um, Dan, could you give us some privacy?”
    Gabe laughed shortly. “And can I put my hands down?”
    “You think this is funny?” the officer blustered. “For all I know, you were forcing her.”
    “Then you didn’t listen very well to the sounds she was making.”
    The cop advanced, the gun at his side, but unholstered. He grunted. “I heard enough.”
    “Stop it,” Karen snapped. “I don’t need you two cock-a-doodling at each other right now.” She gave Gabe a shove forward. “Turn your back, please. Both of you.” She stepped into her jeans, saw an old work sweatshirt on a hook nearby and grabbed that, even though it smelled like manure from mucking out stalls. She yanked it past her breasts. “All right. You can look now.”
    She was not going to say “I’m decent” when she felt so fabulously and indecently fucked. Despite Officer Dan’s