All Chapters of The Moonshine Task Force Series: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

AceIt's a slow night in Laurel Springs – my kind of night to be honest. When there aren't people acting insane and hell bent on breaking the law. I'm an hour away from going off shift and ready to Netflix and spend some time with Violet. We've been good since our interlude on the couch, but I'm unsure how much longer I'll be able to keep my hands off of her. She's an itch I can't scratch, a temptation I can't give into. Sitting on the side of the highway, I'm randomly clocking speed while finishing up some of the reports I have lingering from earlier in the night. A few cars have gone by about five over the speed limit, and I've let them go because it's only going to cause me more paperwork. There's something else I want to see tonight rather than a stack of reports. I'm finishing up the last paper to work on when a car goes screaming by me. I glance at the mounted radar, whistling when I see they were easily twenty-five over. Punching my radio, I call in my position and give

VioletThe knock on my door at eight a.m. causes my heart to pound against my breast bone. I know without a doubt that knock is from Anthony. Last night I spent way too much time wondering what it would be like to share a bed with him for real. To give him free reign over my body, and to hand over my pleasure to him. Today? I'm draggin' ass, but I'm going to do my best, to keep up with him."Morning." I give him a bright smile as I pull my door open. There's a smug part of me that's happy with the dark circles under his eyes. Maybe he had as hard of a time as I did going to sleep last night, after what we shared in the kitchen. "Morning." He hands me a to-go cup of coffee, with a soft smile. I take a grateful sip of the hot beverage and turn in a circle, feeling his eyes on me. "Do I pass inspection?" I'm wearing a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt, but I've lifted the t-shirt so he can see my bathing suit is a one-piece. Even though his eyes are covered by aviators, I can

AceThis shift is taking longer than I ever imagined it could, especially after the news that Violet shared with me. I'm riding with Tank, and thank God he's driving, because I can't seem to stop texting the woman I can still taste on my lips and tongue. My imagination is wondering how far we would have taken it, had we not stopped. I'm definitely down for figuring it out. A: Want to have dinner when I get done? Maybe go dancing? Like an honest-to-God date? Not this thing where we stay locked up in either of our homes. You dress nice, I dress nice, and we let other people see us together? Would you be up for that?I know I'm up for that, I've wanted to show her off for a while, show other people who's stolen my heart, and how happy she makes me. I want to wear the smile on my face that so many of my friends wear on theirs. If anyone had asked me, I would have told them I was happy with the way things were, that it didn't matter I'm single. Fact is, it does matter. I've been w

Ace"I'm getting dizzy." Violet giggles as I spin her around the dance floor. This particular giggle is something I haven't heard from her before, not this carefree noise that bubbles up from her throat and explodes into a sound that puts goosebumps on my forearms. She's breathing heavily as I pull her into my arms, every part of our bodies touching. I'm breathing hard too, and as we share a breath, I push her away and then bring her back in. Sliding my hand down her back to cup her ass. The song ends, and we break apart to clap. The house band that's playing announces they're going to slow it down a little bit. It's welcome, I'm getting tired. I haven't had a workout like this in a long time. "You need to sit or are you good?" I put my mouth to her ear so she can hear me over the background racket.She shakes her head, smile never leaving her face. "I'm good."A slower tune starts playing from the band on the stage, and she easily slips into my arms. The sounds of every

VioletFootball Friday night. The phrase is foreign to me. No matter where I've lived, I've never been a participant. Even last year. After everything that happened with Brent, I couldn't bring myself to come out and support Caleb, but with this being his senior year, I feel as if I kind of owe it to him. Sitting next to Anthony on the bleachers, I have my shaker and we're ready to go. "How do I know when something good happens?" I ask as he looks at me like he doesn't want anyone to know we're even here together."The crowd will let you know, the team will let you know, hell I'll let you know. Do you know anything about football?""Other than the fact that Whitney loves it?" I shake my head. "No.""Jesus Christ," he mumbles as he takes a drink of his Coke. "I brought you to a high school football game where these boys could end up state champs, and you have no idea what that even means.""That they're good?" I giggle, laughing at how annoyed he is."Caleb will be pla