She gestured toward the table. “Can we please sit?”
I shrugged, pulled out the chair closest to me, and sat.
Addison did the same and took out a notebook and pen from her purse. She started writing things down, and I took the opportunity to study her. Her chestnut hair had been down to her ass in high school, but now, it was only a couple of inches past her shoulders. Her breasts strained against the top, and I was pretty sure they’d gotten bigger since I last saw her, which was saying something because she’d had a pretty impressive set of tits back then.
And I couldn’t see it now, but I had noticed her nice, round ass before she sat down. Her black pants were so tight that I was ninety-nine percent positive she was going commando or wearing a thong. No panty lines for Addison.
She looked up at me. “So, can you tell me what’s going on?”
“Foster picked me up from the airport. I was driving my brother’s car when I got pulled over. Next thing I knew, Whitlock was putting handcuffs on me.”
“What for?”
I scowled. “Fuck if I know. That asshole’s always had a hard-on for me.”
She sighed. “What was his reason? What did he tell you?”
I snorted. “That I was speeding.”
“Were you?”
“I was going fifty-eight in a fifty-five.”
“Anything else unusual?”
“Other than the fact that I was driving? No.”
“As I recall, you didn’t always follow traffic laws.”
Her comment had me thinking of all the times we’d driven around in my beat-up Chevy truck and the things we’d done in it besides driving. It seemed Addison was thinking the same thing.
I totally recognized the look on her face.
It was the same one she used to give me before she pulled down my pants and sucked my cock into her mouth.
I’d grown up around adults with loose morals, so it was no shock that I’d lost my virginity at fourteen to my mom’s friend’s daughter. She was sixteen when she came to my house, looking for her mother. Her mom and my mom had left twenty-four hours earlier to go on a bender.
So, Sheila took me to the room I shared with my brother and showed me the things she liked to do in bed. I lasted all of twenty seconds before blowing my load, but thankfully, Sheila gave me a few more rounds that I used to make it up to her.
That was just the beginning. For a while, I had fucked anything that I could.
But Addison had grown up completely different from me. She had been a virgin when she and I started dating. Everything she knew in the bedroom, she’d learned from me. Including how to give the best fucking blow jobs.
I tilted my head to the side. I wondered if she still gave good head.
My eighteen-year-old self demanded I find out. My thirty-year-old self didn’t need the complications of being inside Addison Graham again.
“Yeah, well, I’ve changed along with my driving habits. I was going the speed limit. He had no reason to pull me over.”
She wrote the information down and stood. I stared at her ass as she pounded on the door.
“Sheriff, come in here, please.”
The door opened thirty seconds later.
“What do you need, Counselor?”
“My client said he was doing fifty-eight in a fifty-five. Give him his speeding ticket, so he can leave.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t know if he’s been drinking.”
“Did you give him a Breathalyzer? A sobriety test? Did he smell like alcohol?”
Whitlock gritted his teeth. “No.”
“Is he under arrest?”
Whitlock looked pissed. “No.”
I shoved my chair back and stood as Addison said, “Then, he’s free to leave.”
Whitlock stepped around Addison and marched up to my face. “I am going to break you. You’re not going to get away with anything like you did twelve years ago.”
He was so close; I could smell the stale coffee on his breath despite our six-inch height difference.
I just crossed my arms over my chest and tried not to look bored. This man had no idea the things I’d gone through to be a SEAL. There was nothing he could do to hurt me. I’d already lost everything once, and that was the biggest blow I’d ever taken.
“I didn’t get away with anything,” I told him.
Movement out of the corner of my vision caught my eye, and I looked over at Addison. She clearly looked confused.
I looked back at Whitlock, who was staring at me, steam practically coming out of his ears. I smacked the top of his arm like we were old friends because I knew it would piss him off, and I walked around him. “Later, Whitlock. Call me when you’re ready to break me. You know where to find me.”
I walked past Addison and nodded my thanks. I found Foster waiting for me outside the sheriff’s office, pacing with panic all over his face.
His look turned to relief when he saw me. “Oh, thank God.”
“You can thank Addison.”
I heard the sound of her heels coming up behind me.
“I didn’t really do anything,” she said as she came to stand beside me. “He was just trying to intimidate Maddox, I think.”
Foster burst out laughing. “What a putz. My brother is a Navy SEAL and has been to countries like Afghanistan and Iraq. He is not scared of Sheriff Whitlock.”
Addison whipped her head and looked at me. “You’re a SEAL?”
“Yep.” There was no point in denying it.
She turned her whole body toward me. “What did Whitlock mean by, ‘You’re not going to get away with anything like you did twelve years ago’? Have you been in the Navy this whole time? Did you even go to prison?”
I just raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t need me to confirm the answer she already knew.
She looked at Foster. “How long have you known this?”
Also by R.L. Kenderson
NOVELS IN THE FORBIDDEN SERIES
Paranormal Romance
Forbidden Blood
Forbidden Heat
Forbidden Temptation
Forbidden Addiction
Forbidden Claim
Forbidden Seduction
Forbidden Mate
BOOKS IN THE DIRTY LOVE SERIES
Contemporary Romance
Rumor Has It
Friends with Benefits
One-Night
