Uncovering Officer Smith (The Discovering Trilogy #2) (15 page)

“You got pushed into me last night when a fight broke out.” She slips back into the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulders. Her eyes peer across the pillows at me. I have her full attention. “I picked you up and, well you were in no condition to drive – so I took you back here.”

“That’s all?” She looks suspiciously at me, and her eyebrow quirks up in the cutest little display of calling my bluff any girl has ever done.

“Well, I mean there was stuff after that…”

“I know, I’m only teasing.” She smiles, rolling onto her back. Her calm eyes staring up at my ceiling, I can see the thoughts playing behind her eyes.

After a few minutes, the question bubbles up inside me until it finally comes bursting out of my mouth. “Do you not remember
that
?”

Her head tilts toward me. She blinks. “That’s about the only thing I can remember.”

“Oh,” I mutter, not even noticing until her rosy cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. “What?”

“Nothing.” Her face tilts back, facing upward.

“No, what is it?”

“It’s just, before I fell asleep you said that you were wrong about me. What did you mean?”

I take the time to sit up in bed. “I thought you were some little inexperienced nerdy chick. And well… you’re not.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

My eyes roll. “See, then you go and say stuff like that and we are back to the nerdy chick persona.”

The room lights up with her laughter. The sun rising behind her is nothing compared to the light in her eyes. This girl is intelligent, driven, and disciplined. She’s everything I told myself I didn’t want. She’s also one of my good friends’ little sisters. This girl is going to get me into trouble.

She’s dressing, her shirt slipping over her slender frame. No matter how much I know this is a bad idea, for some reason I’m not ready to leave her yet. “Do you want to go get coffee or something?”

Her head tilts as she’s bent over, zipping up her black boots. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, you know the beans that spread warmth and energy through your body.”

She smiles. “I know what coffee is, butthead, I was just giving you a chance to change your mind.”

“Why would I change my mind?”

She turns her face, hidden by a veil of blonde hair. “Okay.” I can almost hear her smile. “Can we go to that place you took me last time? It was delicious.”

“Sure.” I’m on my feet in seconds, slipping into a pair of jeans off the floor. The drawer of my dresser creaks as I open it before I throw on a white tee shirt and slip into the bathroom. Carefully, I close the door behind me before turning to the mirror. My hands brace themselves on the edge of the sink as I stare into my own eyes. My lungs breathe air in and release it again. “This is fine, we are just going for coffee. Nothing bad can come from this. If anything, Bedford will kill me about last night.” At the mention of it, memories flood my mind—The moonlight basking Becca’s face in a milky glow. The way she moans, the little faces she makes, her giggle, and the smell of her hair.

“Holy crap.” I have to turn the faucet on and splash myself with freezing cold water. I can’t be thinking like this. This is Ford’s little sister. This is an open case. This is… Becca.

By the time I reemerge from the bathroom, she’s no longer in my bedroom. Having a girl wandering around in my apartment – is not necessarily a good thing. On the other hand, she already found the drawer of condoms. I find her in the living room, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazes out the wide-open window overlooking the scenic trees below. My feet pause in the doorway.

“I can’t get over how pretty this view is,” she murmurs, never peeling her eyes from the window.

“Yeah.” I walk over toward her. “It kind of loses its magnificence when you have to deal with the crazy people within that town, though.”

“That’s nonsense,” she tells me before turning back to the view. “Something like this,” she nods out the window—“It could never lose beauty. I could wake up to this sight everyday.”

I pause; observing her in those tight, thin jeans because I was thinking the exact same thing.

Sitting beside me in my car, our hands are close on the center console. I can feel the warmth of her hand. I hear every breath she takes and every beat of her heart. We just seem to be in-sync. I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even sure how to react. I’ve become an instinctual person, an animalistic, pleasure-driven monster – and Becca seems to appeal to every part of me, even the deep parts I’ve been trying to suppress. The dark parts, the parts I’ve never wanted to revisit. We stop at a red light. She shivers beside me, and the back of her hand touches the back of mine.

“Are you cold?” I move my arm, twisting the knob to turn the heat on.

“No,” she practically whispers.

I glance over at her. Slowly, her eyes meet mine. They speak to something inside me, mimicking my own thoughts. Her hand moves, reaching for my face. Soft fingertips graze the side of my cheek. I feel them trace their way over the stubble I didn’t have time to shave this morning. Truth is, I’ve craved her touch ever since the moment I woke up this morning. It takes everything in me not to pull the car over right here on the main road.

Her fingers wind their way down my neck, sending a shiver through my spine. They continue their path across my arm until she links her fingers with mine. Our entwined hands land on her thigh. She softly slips her fingers from mine and slyly leans back in her seat, lovely eyes enticing me.

It’s my turn to take the lead, slowly tracing my fingers up and down her thigh. A soft moan escapes her lips and I bite my lip so hard it draws blood.

A horn blares behind us. The light has turned green. I have to tear my eyes away to continue down the road one-handed. She lets out a little giggle as I struggle to lean closer.

“Stupid seat belts,” I grumble, unbuttoning the button on her jeans.

“Where does this rank on the list of things you can get a ticket for?” she teases.

“I’d say it’s distracted driving.” I wiggle my fingers into her pants and then her lace trim panties. My manhood becomes instantly hard at the reminder. Her jeans are tight, but I manage to make my way deeper until my finger finds its way into her wetness. She releases a moan as she tugs on her seat belt. I have to steal my hand back before I cause an accident.

Both hands on the steering wheel now, I tear down the road. The closer we get, the more I accelerate. My car zips into the parking lot. I’m barely shifted into park when Becca climbs into my lap, wedging her knees between the seats. Again, her hands are at the sides of my face, pulling me closer to her. It’s like she can’t bear to be away. I can’t say I feel any differently. My hands tug at her jeans. She awkwardly props up so I can slide them down to her knees.

“How—” she mumbles, trying to scoot higher. Her ass hits the horn and it blares once.

We pause, silently giggling as we glance out the windows. No one is around. She stands, her back bent across the top of my car as I finally wiggle her feet free of those jeans. She returns to her position in my lap.

It’s her turn now. Her fingers unbutton my pants, lips trailing kisses down my neck. I squirm, trying to give her access to me, all of me. She sits up suddenly, those blue eyes of hers shooting me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. Her right hand slips back out of my pants and slips beside me. In one swift motion, my car seat falls back under the weight of us as she releases the lever.

“Much better,” she murmurs, once again bringing her lips to mine. Her fingers are free to explore me now. When her lips finally unlatch from mine, they are plump and pouty, but I don’t have time to think further because her mouth greets the head of my member. I lose all control. I don’t think I remember much after that. It is all a blur of passion and desire. She climbed back onto my lap and then it was a blur of blonde hair and blue eyes. All too soon, it was over, for
both
of us.

We are catching our breath, Becca resting on my chest. Her fingers are outlining circles across my collarbone.

She picks her head up. “We should get dressed. I still haven’t had my coffee.”

“I think we had something better.” I wink.

A slow smile spreads across her lips. I reach out for her, bringing those lips to mine, tasting her once again. Coffee is no longer the best part of waking up. She giggles against my lips, but doesn’t pull away. She deepens the kiss before slowly teasing her way out of my mouth, leaving soft kisses as she departs, falling into the passenger seat.

Becca has her pants on before I can even pull mine back up from my ankles. I throw my shirt back over my head and slick my hair back. She flips down the visor and attempts to fix her own locks.

“I have sex hair.”

“It’s not that bad.” I reach out, putting some behind her ear.

“It’s pretty messy.” Her head tilts to the side, calling my bluff.

“Okay, it’s a little I-just-rolled-out-of-bed. But people will just think you are a mindless drone that hasn’t had your coffee yet.”

“You’re a jerk.” She playfully nudges me as she opens the door to the car and slips out.

I follow her. “Do you think anyone heard us?” she whispers when I finally catch up to her. There are a few cars in the parking lot, but no one seems to be lurking around.

“Who? There’s no one here?”

She glances at me while tossing her hair into a messy bun, masking some of the dishevelment. Shooting me a smile, we break into a shared secret laugh as we walk into the coffee shop.

Once we are seated with our coffee, I turn to her. “How have I never met you before now?”

“I didn’t exactly get invited to your parties or anything. No one wants their little sister at their college frat house.”

“True.”

“But I did come to one of your football games once.”

“You did?” I’m surprised. I think I would have remembered her. Even young, I have a feeling she turned heads.

“Yeah, it was homecoming, I think.”

“Didn’t we win that one?”

“Yeah, you and Beddy had that switch off play in the last quarter.”

“Oh, yeah. That was a good game. I’m surprised you didn’t hang around for the after party.”

“I was with my parents. It kind of puts a damper on things.”

“Yeah, that was probably for the best. I wasn’t the nicest guy in college.”

She pauses, looking down at her coffee for a second. “He said something to me, you know.”

“Who?”

“Bedford. After the Memorial Day party, he told me to stay away from you.”

“Me too,” I admit, glancing out the window beside us. I lied to my best friend.

“I guess we are both a bunch of filthy liars.”

Her smile is contagious. “I guess so.”

“Well, you’ve always been a bit of a rebel from what I hear.” Her lip quirks up into a half smile, making me wonder just which stories she had come across.

“Only believe half of them.”

“Oh, in that case I feel so much better.”

I need to change the subject. “So, what’s going on at North Commons nowadays?”

Those blue eyes of hers look down again. “Meggie’s parents are pulling her out of the summer semester because of last weekend.”

I nod. “Maybe that’s for the best.”

“I guess.” Her shoulders shrug and then slump.

“She’s coming back in the fall, right?”

“Hopefully. I don’t think I could deal with another roommate.”

“Why, because Meggie is such a dream come true?” I regret the sarcasm as soon as it escapes my mouth, but she does that half smile all the same.

“No, but she’s become my best friend.”

“Did you know her before?”

“No, we met on move-in day freshman year.”

“Really? You guys act like you’ve known each other since kindergarten.”

“No, she’s from upstate New York.”

“And you’re from Jersey, right?”

She smiles a toothy grin. “Yeah.”

“Does it bother you she has so many
visitors
?”

Becca laughs. “No, I actually find them entertaining.”

“Entertaining? You listen?”

“Ewe, no!” She flicks my hand on the table. “I mean, sometimes I talk to them in the morning, but it just keeps things interesting. If Meggie didn’t have a parade of men coming though the apartment I don’t think I’d ever meet new people.” She laughs. “It’s not like I get out much.”

“I’ve noticed. Why is that?”

“School.”

“Are you some kind of nerd or something?”

She meets my eyes and with a sly smile and replies, “The biggest nerd you’ve ever seen.”

“Okay.” I laugh. “I like that you own it.”

“I have to keep up my grades for the scholarship I received.”

“Can’t your parents afford your tuition?”

“Yes. But I don’t ever want to rely on my parents.”

“You’re too young to be thinking like that,” I mutter with a shake of my head. I did it because I was forced to. This girl doesn’t know what she has.

“You don’t know my parents.” Something in her eyes tells me not to press further on the subject. “I just want to pave my own way.”

As I stare at this girl with her sparkling blue eyes and that mess of blonde hair atop her head, I realize there is so much more to her than I would have ever thought possible. Becca Swanson is either saying just the right thing all the time, or she is the perfect girl for me. I don’t know which one scares me more.