Bronco's Rough Ride (Bad Boys of Beta Squad, 0.5) Read Online Free
Author: Siobhan Muir
man ignited all her protective instincts and when it came to rescue, she’d step up to the plate. She just hoped she wouldn’t embarrass him.
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Bronco wished he could ask her to repeat the question. Officer Lindsey Jarvis from the Las Vegas Metro Police Department wanted him to get a hard-on for her? Of all the things he’d been required to do as a SEAL in the US Navy, this had to be the oddest request ever. Not that it would be too difficult with her soft touches, sultry voice, and her exquisite body. Had he seen the woman in a bar, wearing the slinky black dress with a slit up to her ass, he would have made a play for her immediately.
Of course, in his current state, he wouldn’t be making a play for anyone until he got out of this situation. It had looked bleak until she’d walked in and told him who she was. Then possibilities had bloomed in his mind faster than he could lock on them. Must be the fucking drugs. They befuddled his mind for all they left him conscious. He hadn’t forgotten who he was, but the details of how he’d gotten here had fallen into obscurity. As far as he knew, he’d been on leave on his way…somewhere. Now he lay strapped to another bench of some kind, naked, with his body still unresponsive.
“Such a lovely, lovely body.” Lindsey stroked down his chest and belly, swirling her fingers in the hair marking the muscles. Plenty of women had enjoyed the contours, but few had given John as much pleasure as Lindsey’s deft strokes. “Does this still work, do you think?”
Sweet, tickling pleasure hit John’s brain as she reached his groin, caressing his flaccid penis until the blood damn near left his head without coherence. He closed his eyes, and if he could have moaned, he would’ve let her know the pleasure she gave. It might not have been professional, but he’d never been one to shy away from a role in a mission. Right now he played the sex slave and she needed a hard-on. Normally he could do that in his sleep, but the drugs messed with most of his abilities.
He’d never prayed to get a hard-on.
“Ah, see, I knew you had strength and virility when I first saw you, John.” Lindsey stroked his filling shaft with one hand and slid the other up his belly. “All this hair. Ummm. So sexy and masculine. My poor husband never measured up to this.”
She tilted her head as her hand dropped to roll his balls in her fingers. “He was all about the in and out with a quick swig of alcohol to give him courage. I bet you’ve never been quick about that or needed the drink to get you going.”
Damn, this woman might be the first to make him blow his load way too quick. The Lady Aislynn had teased him and left him with the worst case of blue balls ever, but she paled beside Lindsey’s earthy sensuality. The cop embodied sexy and sultry better than anyone he’d ever met and being a SEAL, women had never been scarce.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, John. Over-fill my hand with your manliness.” Lindsey’s smile made him wish he could move, grab her, and give her as much pleasure as she currently gave him. “So you like it when a woman takes you in hand.” She chuckled as she bent over his groin, out of his sight.
Holy shit, is she gonna suck me?
His cock flexed and a spurt of precum slickened her grip at the thought. Lindsey moaned a happy little sound and pleasure jolted through John’s body, but her lips never touched his cockhead.
“You smell so good, John , like vanilla spice and hot Las Vegas nights.” She tightened her grip on his shaft and groaned with pleasure. “My favorite scents. We should make a candle of you so I can light it and remember our time together.” She turned her gaze toward him and licked her lips, stroking harder. “I want to remember this.”
Candle or no candle, he’d fucking remember Lindsey Jarvis. Licking her lips had shoved his arousal into high gear and the pressure built in his balls, tightening the skin each time her hand brushed
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Bronco wished he could ask her to repeat the question. Officer Lindsey Jarvis from the Las Vegas Metro Police Department wanted him to get a hard-on for her? Of all the things he’d been required to do as a SEAL in the US Navy, this had to be the oddest request ever. Not that it would be too difficult with her soft touches, sultry voice, and her exquisite body. Had he seen the woman in a bar, wearing the slinky black dress with a slit up to her ass, he would have made a play for her immediately.
Of course, in his current state, he wouldn’t be making a play for anyone until he got out of this situation. It had looked bleak until she’d walked in and told him who she was. Then possibilities had bloomed in his mind faster than he could lock on them. Must be the fucking drugs. They befuddled his mind for all they left him conscious. He hadn’t forgotten who he was, but the details of how he’d gotten here had fallen into obscurity. As far as he knew, he’d been on leave on his way…somewhere. Now he lay strapped to another bench of some kind, naked, with his body still unresponsive.
“Such a lovely, lovely body.” Lindsey stroked down his chest and belly, swirling her fingers in the hair marking the muscles. Plenty of women had enjoyed the contours, but few had given John as much pleasure as Lindsey’s deft strokes. “Does this still work, do you think?”
Sweet, tickling pleasure hit John’s brain as she reached his groin, caressing his flaccid penis until the blood damn near left his head without coherence. He closed his eyes, and if he could have moaned, he would’ve let her know the pleasure she gave. It might not have been professional, but he’d never been one to shy away from a role in a mission. Right now he played the sex slave and she needed a hard-on. Normally he could do that in his sleep, but the drugs messed with most of his abilities.
He’d never prayed to get a hard-on.
“Ah, see, I knew you had strength and virility when I first saw you, John.” Lindsey stroked his filling shaft with one hand and slid the other up his belly. “All this hair. Ummm. So sexy and masculine. My poor husband never measured up to this.”
She tilted her head as her hand dropped to roll his balls in her fingers. “He was all about the in and out with a quick swig of alcohol to give him courage. I bet you’ve never been quick about that or needed the drink to get you going.”
Damn, this woman might be the first to make him blow his load way too quick. The Lady Aislynn had teased him and left him with the worst case of blue balls ever, but she paled beside Lindsey’s earthy sensuality. The cop embodied sexy and sultry better than anyone he’d ever met and being a SEAL, women had never been scarce.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, John. Over-fill my hand with your manliness.” Lindsey’s smile made him wish he could move, grab her, and give her as much pleasure as she currently gave him. “So you like it when a woman takes you in hand.” She chuckled as she bent over his groin, out of his sight.
Holy shit, is she gonna suck me?
His cock flexed and a spurt of precum slickened her grip at the thought. Lindsey moaned a happy little sound and pleasure jolted through John’s body, but her lips never touched his cockhead.
“You smell so good, John , like vanilla spice and hot Las Vegas nights.” She tightened her grip on his shaft and groaned with pleasure. “My favorite scents. We should make a candle of you so I can light it and remember our time together.” She turned her gaze toward him and licked her lips, stroking harder. “I want to remember this.”
Candle or no candle, he’d fucking remember Lindsey Jarvis. Licking her lips had shoved his arousal into high gear and the pressure built in his balls, tightening the skin each time her hand brushed
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