A Girl's Best Friend by Crystal Jordan Page B

her leg, pulled it over his hip, and jutted his still semi-hard cock into her damp pussy. She gasped and shivered, her wetness coating the length of his dick. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against that same bundle of emotion that fisted in his chest. “You’re not going anywhere.”
    She snuggled against his chest, and something close to contentment unfurled inside him. It was an odd feeling. His job as a SWAT officer was a non-stop adrenaline rush, and he loved it. But this…was foreign and sweet at the same time. Lassitude pulled at him, dragging his thoughts away from anything but slumber. He let himself look as her face relaxed in sleep, watched her breasts rise and fall in a slow, deep rhythm and soon his own breathing matched hers, and he drifted to sleep with her wrapped in his arms.
    Perfect. Nothing had ever been this perfect.
     
    * * *
     
    Something wet and cold pressed to the bottom of Lorna’s foot, and she bolted upright to see the dark, damp nose of Tyrone’s dog. She laid a hand over her pounding heart. “Diamond.”
    The black and white Dalmatian whimpered, her tail wagging.
    Lorna’s mind processed the scene slowly. She was in a bed that wasn’t hers with Tyrone’s pet standing at the end. The night before came back to her in one erotic rush. Her body heated just thinking about it.
    And then panic slammed into her as she glanced around and saw Tyrone’s long, dark body sprawled out beside her in bed. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and her heart kicked into high gear. What had she done ? She’d slept with her best friend . Oh. Holy. Jesus.
    She had to get out of here.
    Easing her legs over the side of the bed, she scooped her bra off the floor and tucked it against her chest as she tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. The muscles in her thighs screamed from the workout she’d given them the night before. And this morning. Tyrone had been relentless, insatiable. Warmth flooded her face as memories assaulted her. Her bare feet slipped on the polished wood floor in the living room.
    Diamond followed her downstairs, sniffing at her legs and prancing around her. Lorna chuckled and petted her.
    “Shh. Don’t wake up your dad, okay?” The Dalmatian’s tail wagged furiously, making Lorna grin. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the rest of my clothes are, would you?”
    Of course not. Diamond was a dog. Lorna rolled her eyes before letting her gaze sweep the room.
    She heaved a small sigh of relief when she saw her black eyelet dress draped over the back of a chair. Following a trail of clothing she recalled shedding in haste on their way to the bedroom, she collected her panties and shoes. She found her pantyhose in the kitchen and had to toss them because they were shredded.
    They’d been drinking wine with his two brothers, Elijah and Derek, while cleaning up after the birthday party they’d all hosted for the guys’ mother. Eli had been called away to the emergency room to see a patient, and Derek had received a booty call text from some girl he was on-again, off-again with. Apparently, they were on-again. For now.
    Which had left Tyrone and Lorna alone to finish a very nice bottle of merlot.
    Somehow she’d ended up propped on the counter while he tore her stockings off, jerked her panties out of the way, and fucked her hard and fast. Liquid heat flooded her pussy at the memory. God, it had been good. More amazing than she’d even imagined. They’d danced around the chemistry between them for years now. She’d always secretly suspected he avoided doing anything about it because of her weight. That thought hurt, but it wasn’t his fault she was too big to ever be really attractive. He could want her as a friend, but a man as good looking and wonderful as Tyrone didn’t have to settle for the fat girl. She was twice the size of his last girlfriend. And Sherona had been nasty about rubbing that fact in, too.
    Suddenly self-conscious to be standing nude in Tyrone’s