A/N: Yay! I'm so glad you all enjoyed that last chapter as much as I did! Haha… Thank you to my reviewers for the awesome feedback: mrsreedus69, PsychoBeachGirl88 (lol!), angelicedg, lollipop2404, rocknrollprincess131, and WishfulThinker66.
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Amy awoke to a dark room, but moonlight filtered through a gap in the curtains and shapes began to take form around her. Peepers chirped loudly outside, their chorus wafting in on a soft breeze from an open window. The familiar rhythm of slow, comfortable breathing was barely noticeable as it expelled from the large mass beside her. She glanced over her shoulder and recognized Steve's handsome features. He was sound asleep on his back, and the gradual rise and fall of his chest said so. She heard a rustle on her opposite side and was then aware of a heavy hand on her waist. She redirected her gaze and came face-to-face with Rick, his eyes glistening in the obscure darkness. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he brushed a strand of chestnut hair away from her forehead.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Amy's heart skipped a beat and warmth spread throughout her chest. "You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that…"
Rick's smile widened and he closed the space between them, his full lips meeting hers in a languid motion that took her breath away. She melted under his touch and into him as he pulled her naked body flush against his. She wound her smooth leg around his hair-roughened thigh, allowing his hard knee to part her legs.
"What are we doing?" she asked breathlessly, referring to the wild night that continued to leave her astounded.
"I don't know," he replied as they nuzzled noses, "but the next time I have you, I'll be looking into your eyes…just like this."
Amy captured his mouth once more and moved over him to straddle his bare hips. Sliding her hand down his strong chest and taut abs, she grasped his hard length and guided it to the warm opening at the center of her core.
Rick swallowed her small frame in his arms and stroked his rough hands over her soft skin. She felt like heaven – it had been far too long since he'd held a woman like this. When she began to surround him with her slick, velvet heat, he sighed into her open mouth. Her eyes were hooded now, drunk with passion. She lifted her hips again and then sunk down, burying him deep inside her.
The rocking motion of her hips made Rick dare a look in Steve's direction, but the other man had not moved. The mattress was covered with some type of memory foam, the kind in those commercials where the woman would put a glass of wine on one side and then jump on the other without spilling it – yeah, that kind. Without it he wouldn't have dreamed of touching Amy while Steve slept next to them – and because of it, he made his next move.
While still ravaging her hot mouth, Rick secured his hand between her shoulder blades. He then overpowered her, forcing Amy onto her back. He thrust deep and she cried out, the sound muffled by his tongue as it expertly explored between her parted lips. She dug her heels into the backs of his legs while her hands threaded frantically through his short, wavy locks. He drove into her again, harder than before, feeling carried away with lust for the woman beneath him.
Amy glanced at Steve, who remained in his original position. Her only thought was that she really must have worn him out – the poor guy. She smirked.
Meeting Rick's hungry gaze, she demanded in a breathless whisper, "Come for me, come inside me – I wanna feel it, baby."
Desire swelled in his low belly, the sensation like a drug. With a few more thrusts, he obliged her, his gasps of pleasure now swallowed by her seeking mouth. A moment later, Amy followed him, whimpering as her inner walls clenched around him.
Rick lifted his head from the warm curve of her shoulder and stared into her eyes, which glittered in the dim moonlight.
"I'm sorry," he said, keeping his voice low, as not to wake the other inhabitant of their bed.
Amy's brows pulled together in confusion. "Sorry for what?"
"For taking so long to tell you how I really feel, and for trying the first time while I was drunk," he said with a soft chuckle.
She smiled. "I forgive you."
Reaching up, she cradled the back of his neck and tugged him down to meet her lips. They kissed slowly, the pace not at all matching their hurried rhythm only moments before.
When Rick finally pulled away, he gave her a gentle smile and then glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Just after midnight… I should go," he said, his words dampening the mood.
"Do you have to?"
He chuckled again. "As much as it pains me to leave you here with Steve, I need to get back. Carl will start to wonder where I am."
Amy sighed in defeat. "Okay…but can I see you tomorrow?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
"Alexandria's a small place – I think you'd see me even if you didn't want to," he retorted.
She laughed quietly and pressed one more kiss to his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
After watching him dress, she reached over to something on the bedside table and said with a playful glimmer in her eyes, "Constable?"
He paused with his hand on the doorknob.
"Don't forget your handcuffs."
Steve opened his bleary eyes on a relaxed sigh, reaching across the expansive mattress to caress the woman next to him, but was met with a handful of cool sheets. He lifted his head and glanced at the empty bed. Disappointment niggled in his chest, but a faint sound grabbed his attention. Recognizing the noise of running water, he smiled as the disappointment morphed into an eagerness in his low belly. He couldn't wait to taste Amy on his lips again and feel her soft skin underneath his masculine hands.
Swinging his feet onto the floor, he padded across the carpet and pushed open the ajar bathroom door. Steam billowed around him and then cleared enough for him to see the feminine shape beyond a wall of water-streaked glass. Already nude, he pulled open the shower door and feasted upon the sight of Amy's naked body, wet and covered in a soapy lather. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but quickly relaxed, an expectant smile gracing her flushed face.
"I was wondering if you'd find your way in Commander…" she murmured as he shut the door and reached out to slide his hands over her slick thighs.
"Oh I'll have no problem finding my way in," he whispered suggestively, rubbing behind her ear with his nose. Water cascaded over his chilled skin and he relished the instant warmth. He circled his arms around her waist and simply let his hands wander, enjoying the slippery sensation of her round ass.
Amy tipped her head back to rinse the remaining conditioner from her dark hair, and while doing so, Steve brushed his fingertips over her pink nipples. Her stomach clenched as he brought them to hard little peaks before taking one into his greedy mouth. She moaned quietly, bringing her head forward to watch him. He glanced up at her, his sapphire-colored eyes darkening with hunger. He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh and lightly grazed the dampening folds at her center with his forefinger. Her hips bucked slightly and she continued to watch him, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. He slipped the finger into her heated opening and then swept the desire pooled there toward the soft nub at her core.
Amy's delicate hands clutched his wide shoulders as he continuously circled her nipple with his tongue and copied the same movement with his finger on her over-stimulated clit. Whimpers echoed harshly against the glass walls, competing with the constant rush of water over them. Another moan escaped from her open mouth, but she quickly silenced it as the pleasure built.
"No need to be quiet, babe," Steve said, his husky voice strained. "I want to hear you come undone…" He licked his lips and watched her eyes flutter closed as her breathing hastened.
The orgasm was quick and violent, drawing high-pitched cries from the back of her throat. Her legs shook and she held onto him for support.
"Look at me, Amy. Open your eyes," he urged.
Her eyes flashed open and locked with his as she continued to cry out for a moment, until every part of her relaxed and she sagged against him. Steve caught her with a strong arm around her waist. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her parted lips, enjoying the feel of her in his arms – vibrating and wrung out.
He placed a hand behind her knee and lifted one of her legs to his hip. His growing arousal teased at her pussy, which was now drenched from her release. Before he could go any further, though, she placed one hand on his chest and the other around his cock. Steve swallowed hard, his balls tightening as she drew away from him enough to drop to her knees.
First, she stroked him – slow but sure in her movements. Then, she dragged her tongue along his full length, starting at the base and moving to the tip. A short groan of lust and impatience rumbled in his chest. He watched with pleasure when she finally took him into her mouth. She worked him with her tongue and teeth, teasing and sucking at a casual pace. He swept the damp coils of hair away from her pretty face so he could see her better. He wanted a clear visual of his girl at work, perhaps something he could save for later if he found himself lonely and aroused.
Amy raked her fingernails up the inside of his solid thigh as her other hand circled the base of his shaft. Desire built steadily within him, and he found himself knotting his fingers in her wet hair to urge her head closer. He hit the back of her throat and she faltered, making an abrupt noise around him. However, she quickly recovered, taking him deeper once more as her gaze flicked up to meet his. That look was all it took for him to lose it.
Coming hard, he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped, before expelling a series of ragged breaths from his broad chest. Amy pulled away, licking her swollen lips as she watched him come down from his high. While he caught his breath, a smile played at the corners of his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Amy when she rose to her feet.
"You are far too good at that," he whispered, tugging her close for a lazy kiss.
A ruddy blush appeared on her cheeks and she avoided his eyes as she said slowly, "You were my first…"
Steve scoffed. "You're kidding."
She gave him a faint smile and shrugged. "I wanted to do it for my last boyfriend but he said he didn't like it."
Steve's eyes widened. "Had he ever tried it?"
Amy laughed. "That was my question!" She paused thoughtfully. "I've had a lot of firsts in the past twelve hours. If this world has taught me anything, it's to be more open-minded and less afraid of the unknown."
"Well, hey, I don't mind reaping the benefits of your philosophy…among other things," he retorted with a grin.
After another kiss under the humid spray, Amy stepped out of his grasp, heading for the door.
"I'll go start some coffee for us. You should probably get cleaned up before you run out of hot water," she said. "You on the wall today?"
"Yeah, in about an hour," he said as reality came crashing back down. He was disappointed that they couldn't spend the day in bed.
"Okay, I'll see you downstairs."
Ten minutes later, Steve descended the stairs dressed in an army green button-up with the sleeves rolled to the elbow, and a pair of tan cargo pants. Amy maneuvered around the kitchen in her clothes from the night before – wrinkles be damned. The scent of French Roast coffee hung in the air and she handed him a mug as he entered the room.
"That was quick," she said with an amused smile.
"I stick to my three-minute Navy showers, that is…when I'm not distracted."
Amy's smile widened and she got on her tip-toes to exchange a pleasant kiss with the tall man before her. A knock on the front door broke them apart and they glanced over to see Rick waiting on the other side.
Watching Amy and Steve smooch blissfully during their 'morning after' ritual did not sit well with Rick. He understood that they'd made a deal, but he was man enough to admit that he envied Steve. The former Seal got Amy in his bed for the entire night, and judging by their damp hair, his shower, too.
Steve crossed the living room and opened the door for Rick, stepping back to allow him inside. He wore his constable uniform, and hoped to do a better job on patrol than he had the night before, though, this stop wouldn't help his cause.
"I'm sorry to intrude…" he began.
"Not at all," Steve said. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Sure," Rick replied, unzipping his jacket as he took a seat at the kitchen island where Amy was preparing a cup. "I'm glad you're here," he said, his gaze soft on her. "There's something we all need to talk about."