access to the accident report, after all. But he didn’t want to use his position on the police force to snoop through her personal information. He shook his head at himself. She was right. He practically was a fucking Boy Scout.
“Are you even listening to me?” the chief asked.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
The other man frowned at him. “You’re going to have a fuck-ton of paperwork on your mind if you don’t pull your head out of your ass, Jones.”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now, get to work. I’ve got my own shit to do.”
Eli left his superior’s office and went to the locker room to change into his uniform and try to shove the thought of seeing Meaghan again from his mind. He had other things to focus on at the moment, like his shift and doing all the last minute crap associated with his best friend’s wedding.
His shift was uneventful, but that was fine. He’d had more than enough excitement working in a big city police department. The crime rate in Spring Grove, Michigan was a far cry from his time at the Lansing State Police Department, and he’d had enough of senseless deaths, drive-bys, dead hookers and domestic disputes that turned deadly. He’d seen enough dead kids to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes. He hadn’t deluded himself that he’d moved to Mayberry, but random, violent crimes were fewer and farther between in this small town than they had been in his previous home.
He’d only been back in Spring Grove for a little over six months. Not nearly long enough to dull the nightmares or to forget any of the shit he’d seen while working as a detective in the crime analysis unit. But doing road patrol in a small town was practically a holiday. One he desperately needed.
Taking a swallow of coffee, he glanced at the dashboard clock. Only five and a half more hours, and he’d have a few days of vacation for John’s wedding. Eli sighed. He hadn’t even started the speech yet, and tomorrow was all bachelor party all the time. He’d need a vacation from his vacation.
He made way through the town on nearly deserted streets. The bars wouldn’t close down for at least a half hour. He had time to finish his coffee before dealing with likely DUIs. His radio crackled to life with a noise disturbance call. Responding that he was en route, he headed through acres of farm country to one of the houses on the county line. Time to go bust up a party. At least, it would be more entertaining than driving around nearly empty streets while waiting to pull someone over.
Of course, he wouldn’t mind pulling Meaghan over… Preferably, pulling her over and bending her over the hood of his patrol car. Shoving the thought from his head, he focused on the call.
* * * *
Eli stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water roll over his stiff muscles. The noise disturbance had ended up being a house party involving about twenty teenagers and the livestock they’d herded into the house. Who knew goats could run so fast and kick so hard? He glanced at the bruises forming on his shin. Goats were kind of bastards. And here he’d thought being a cop in a rural area would be dull.
Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back under the nearly scalding water, and his mind went right back to the image of Meaghan bent over the hood of his car. In his imagination, she egged him on while he yanked her jeans down around her ankles, baring her sweetly rounded ass.
His cock hardened instantly at the thought of running his hand over her creamy skin, and he wrapped his fingers around his shaft. Thrusting through the circle of his fingers, he pictured plowing into her wet, willing pussy while she writhed beneath him and demanded that he fuck her harder. If his body hadn’t been aching with the need to come, he might have laughed at himself. Here he was fantasizing about the same girl—woman, he amended—that he’d fantasized about when he’d first discovered jacking off. Stifling a groan, he
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