Mr. Prime Minister

by Jessica Ashe

  I grip tight on the edge of the desk in anticipation, as I wait for him to ram his cock deep inside. I should know better. It’s impossible to be prepared for Tanner’s cock.

  He pushes it deep into me and doesn’t stop until I can feel his balls tickle the inside of my thigh.

  I could have had this three months ago, but I ran away. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but that one ranks right up the top.

  The bar’s empty and I can scream without worrying who will hear me. I take full advantage. Every thrust of Tanner’s hips makes me moan so loudly and enthusiastically I’m almost worried it sounds fake.

  Tanner grabs my hair and pulls, lifting my upper body into the air, so he can reach around with another hand and grab hold of my tits.

  “Harder,” I moan, as Tanner plays with my nipple. My breasts have always been sensitive which usually means I make guys go gentle. Not Tanner.

  I inhale sharply as he pinches my nipple firmly.

  “Harder.”

  I bite my lip as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. He lets go just as I’ve almost had too much. I pant heavily, my body shaking as he goes back to pounding his length deep into my core.

  Tanner’s hands move back to my ass, gripping it tightly and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. I reach a hand back between my legs, resting my head against the hard desk, and start furiously rubbing my clit until another orgasm rocks through my body.

  I’ve had more orgasms in the last week than I’ve had in a lifetime with men.

  Giving my body over to Tanner was the best thing I’ve ever done.

  I’m his now, and he does with me as he pleases.

  That includes pulling his enormous cock out of my pussy and lifting me off the desk.

  I know what he wants, but I wait for him to take the lead. He’s in control and I don’t want that to change.

  He pushes me down to my knees, and I immediately roll off the condom that’s slick with my excitement. I open wide and lower his cock to my lips, as he grabs the back of my head and guides my mouth down its length until the tip tickles the back of my throat.

  I have my mouth open as wide as it will go, but it’s barely enough to get around his shaft. My tongue flicks against the tip whenever he pulls his cock back to my lips, and I get a glorious sample of what is to come.

  I don’t have long to wait.

  He holds my head in both hands and fucks my mouth, perfectly guiding his cock to stop just short of my gag reflex as he thrusts faster and harder.

  He groans in warning, and a second later his cum slams into the back of my throat. I swallow every drop, and even after he’s finished fucking my mouth, I keep sucking at the tip, making sure I take everything he has to give me.

  Eventually he sits down on the floor next to me, and puts his arm around my shoulder. I’m covered in sweat and my clothes are stuck to my body, but I let him hold me.

  We don’t say anything.

  I don’t know what I would say, even if I wanted to.

  I needed that.

  We both did.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Elena

  Sadie is hard at work when I wake up. She doesn’t even notice me until I sit down at the table opposite her with a bowl of cereal.

  “Have you slept at all?” I ask.

  “A bit. I think.”

  “This isn’t healthy. You need to sleep and get some rest occasionally. Why don’t we chill out and watch a movie tonight?”

  “I’d love to, but it’s not going to happen. My client is floating on the stock market soon and we need to get the prospectus signed off. I’ll probably work through the night at the office, which on the plus side means you have the place to yourself tonight if you want to ‘entertain’ Tanner.”

  “How long will this go on for? You must be exhausted, and you’re losing weight.”

  “They’re ordering pizza tonight, so you won’t have to worry about my weight for much longer. I’ll be able to take a few days off once the deal is done. This is how it works unfortunately.”

  I’ve never been more grateful to my father for getting me a desk job with the police. They don’t want us working overtime, because it creates extra paperwork. That’s the kind of philosophy I can get behind.

  I’ve barely finished my cereal when there’s an urgent knock at the door. It’s probably Tanner, but just in case it’s a delivery guy, I quickly run into my bedroom and throw on a bra. Delivery guys probably don’t mind seeing nipples poking through thin T-shirts first thing in the morning, but I like to at least look vaguely presentable.

  Good thing, too, because it’s not Tanner or a delivery guy at the door; it’s my father. Twice in the space of a week. I should feel honored, but he looks serious and even this early in the morning I can figure out why.

  He’s brought me a cup of coffee, which I practically snatch out of his hand.

  “This is about Tanner, isn’t it?”

  “Do you want me to leave?” Sadie asks.

  “No,” I reply. “If you hear my dad lecturing me on who I date, perhaps you’ll stop flirting with him.”

  “I’m not going to lecture you,” Dad says. “This is serious. I know I sometimes get a little overprotective—”

  “A little?”

  “Yes, a little. I look out for my baby girl, that’s all. And yes, I must admit, Tanner doesn’t look like the type of guy I expect you to date.”

  “It took me a bit by surprise too, Francis,” Sadie says. I’ll say one thing about her crush on my dad, it does at least cheer her up a bit.

  “You did a background check on him, didn’t you?” I ask.

  “I do a background check on everyone you get close to. It’s a force of habit.”

  “Everyone?” Sadie asks nervously.

  “Everyone. Don’t worry, Sadie, we all experiment a bit when we’re young, and it’s not a criminal offense to be open-minded.”

  Sadie looks unusually embarrassed, and dives back into her work. Interesting. I’m going to have to do some digging on that one later. But for now….

  “Look Daddy, I don’t care who Tanner used to date or whether he got busted for drinking underage. And yes, I’m sure he’s been in a few fistfights. None of that matters. He’s a great guy and you’ll realize that too soon enough.”

  “I don’t know much about him right now, but the one thing I do know is that he is not a great guy. Far from it.”

  “How can you possibly know that?”

  “Because anyone who lies about having served in the military is absolute scum in my book.”

  I shake my head and furrow my brow. “What are you talking about? He served. He’s got a tattoo for one thing.”

  “Anyone can get a tattoo. That doesn’t mean shit.”

  “Yeah, well what about the bullet wound on his leg. Did he fake that as well?”

  “Getting shot doesn’t mean you were in the military. It can also mean you were up to no good.”

  “This is ridiculous. Why would he concoct a lie about serving in the military and go as far as to get a tattoo to back it up?”

  “To get respect. To get women. I don’t know. Like I said, anyone who does that is absolute scum of the earth, but it doesn’t change the facts. There is no record of anyone by the name Tanner Rockwell serving in the Fleet Surgical Team 10, or any other regiment for that matter. He’s lying to you.”

  The weird thing is, I kind of believe my dad; I think Tanner is lying to me, but not like my dad thinks. Whenever I try to talk to Tanner about his time in the Navy he clams up and changes the subject. That could be because he’s lying, but I doubt it. If he went to the trouble of getting a tattoo, he’d also go to the trouble of making up some stories.

  I think there’s more to it than Dad realizes.

  “Did it ever occur to the infamous Detective Wells that perhaps Tanner’s involvement in the Navy was supposed to be secret?” I ask. “Perhaps he is lying about part of it because he’s not allowed to tell us the truth
. That’s possible, isn’t it?”

  “I suppose, but—”

  “There you go then. Look, I don’t have time for this right now. I need to get to work. I appreciate you looking after me Daddy, but I don’t need your help with this. You’re going to need to either accept Tanner for who he is or spend a lot less time with me because he’s part of my life now.”

  “Just be careful,” Dad says with a sigh. He’s not going to give up, but for now I’ve earned a reprieve.

  As I’m getting dressed for work, I stare over towards Tanner’s bedroom. I sometimes see him as I’m getting ready for work. I’ve started stripping down to my underwear and changing while he watches me. We never acknowledge each other, but I know it gets him going and he’s always eager to release that pent-up frustration the next time I see him.

  Not today though. His blinds are open, but he’s not there.

  Getting dressed without being watched is so boring.

  “Elena, strap on your big girl shoes, we’re going to do some real detective work.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask Arlene. I can barely keep up as she storms out the police station to one of the unmarked cars in the lot.

  “I just received a tip that our boys are staking out a warehouse downtown. I’m not sure what they have in mind because the place is deserted, but this is a great chance to watch them in person.”

  “I’m not cleared for fieldwork.”

  “That just means you can’t carry your gun. You can still come along with me. I think. It’s a gray area. Look, this isn’t dangerous. Nothing’s going to go down today; we’re just going to hang back and watch them while they watch the building. Easy.”

  Arlene drives aggressively through the traffic as if she’s forgotten we don’t have a siren to clear cars out of the way. When we arrive at the derelict industrial area, she pulls into a dirt road and parks up.

  “That’s them,” she says, pointing to a silver Camry which is packed full with five large men inside.

  “Why do they care about this building?” I ask. “I can’t imagine there’s anything valuable inside.”

  “Maybe they plan to use it as a base.”

  “If that’s the case, wouldn’t they be scoping out the area?”

  “Good point. Speaking of which….”

  Arlene trails off and points towards a few more cars arriving in the distance. Men get out and walk around to examine the area although they don’t come anywhere near us or the Camry.

  “That looks like… holy shit, it is. That’s the Adams brothers.”

  I almost throw up right there and then. I’ve heard the stories and I’ve read the files. The Adams brothers mean business.

  “Should we call this in?” I ask. “The task force will want to know about this.”

  And I’m desperate for someone else to come in and clean up this mess.

  Arlene goes to make the call, but someone else has beaten her to it. We hear the call go out on the radio, and within seconds sirens are filling the air around us.

  “What the hell is going on?” Arlene asks.

  I’m partly reassured that she’s as clueless as I am, but I’m also terrified that we’re in over our heads.

  As the sirens get closer, the Adams brothers and the entire crew quickly jump back into cars and disperse. Our targets do the same shortly after.

  “Let’s follow our boys,” Arlene says. “We’ll leave the Adams brothers to the task force.”

  The gang we’re following drive surprisingly carefully. Certainly more carefully than Arlene had driven on the way over here. We follow them for twenty minutes until they pull over near a secondhand bookstore.

  “This is weird,” Arlene murmurs. “Why are they waiting in the car?”

  “Look,” I say, pointing to another car with three men stepping out. “They’ve followed that car. I think that’s one of the cars we saw at the warehouse.”

  “You’re right. Think I recognize one of those guys. He’s not one of the Adams brothers, but he’s high up the food chain. Why did they follow him here?”

  “I’ve no…” I trail off as the doors of the silver Camry open and the men step out. The first three men are immediately familiar. Jay, Chet, and Burton; the crew we’re chasing down. They look eager to follow the other three men into the bookstore. The next two guys who step out of the car look less keen, but even more familiar.

  The driver is the guy from Tanner’s bar. The one Sadie hooked up with.

  Oh fuck. I hope that was just a one night stand and not something more. Sadie hasn’t mentioned seeing him again, but she’s so busy we’ve barely had time to speak. She likes a bad boy, but I doubt she’d go so far as to date a common criminal.

  Apparently I would.

  I feel a sharp pain in my chest as the last man steps out of the car and looks around to make sure the coast is clear. He doesn’t see me, but I see him.

  Tanner.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tanner - Twenty-Five Minutes Earlier

  Never again.

  I am one hundred percent never doing this again, and not just because I’m squeezed in between Dumb and Dumber in the back of this small Camry.

  I made a promise to keep Daron safe, but at the time I didn’t have anything to live for. Now I do, and never again am I risking my life for a man who doesn’t want to be saved.

  There’s only one person I’ll risk my life for now, and with any luck that should be a hell of a lot easier.

  We’ve been stuck in this car for thirty minutes, and that’s twenty-nine minutes too long when you’re with three guys who seem to be competing for the record of both the most and the smelliest farts. I’m not easily disgusted, but fucking hell, even I have my limits.

  The Adams brothers show up punctually. Six cars arrive at the same time, but it’s not difficult to spot the one that belongs to the brothers. A top-of-the-line BMW with gold alloy wheels stands out a mile in this derelict industrial site. They don’t care. They run this city, and don’t mind showing it once in a while.

  “I’ve been told the meeting will last at least thirty minutes,” Jay says. “We’ll give them a few minutes to get settled, and then call the cops.”

  “Maybe we should move the car around the corner so that—”

  I pause when we hear a police siren nearby, and then a second and the third quickly after. The sirens are getting louder. There has either been a car accident nearby, or….

  “Fuck,” Jay yells, as we see the police coming down the road and heading straight for the industrial site. “What are they doing here so early?”

  “Don’t panic,” I say calmly. “They’re here for the Adams brothers, not us.”

  “This is going to fuck up our plan. They weren’t supposed to come until we called.”

  “It’s fine. We follow the car as planned. Keep calm.”

  I’m talking to Daron as much as I am to Jay. Daron’s on driving duty as usual, and I can tell he’s nervous. He hasn’t let go of the wheel since we parked up, and his knuckles are white from gripping it so tightly.

  The Adams brothers don’t even make it into the warehouse. The sirens send them all into a state of panic, and they quickly bundle back into their cars. The BMW sends dust flying, as its wheels spin in the dirt before it speeds to the exit.

  The BMW drives straight past us, but Daron is quick on the gas and we catch up when it stops for the first set of lights. I expect there to be a car chase, but instead the BMW drives away slowly and makes it easy for us to follow at a distance. There are no police cars behind us—I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing. A part of me would quite like this mess to get broken up by the police. At least that way I might not have to do anything that would make me embarrassed to look Elena in the eyes.

  Of all places, the car leads us to an old secondhand bookstore. I doubt this is the main hideout for the brothers, but it probably serves quite nicely as a temporary place to lay low and keep your head down. Certainly better than anyth
ing more obvious like an Italian restaurant or Chinese laundromat.

  Daron pulls the car over and we watch as three men step out of the BMW.

  “What the fuck,” Jay yells. “Where are the Adams brothers?”

  I don’t recognize any of the men; they certainly aren’t the infamous Adams brothers.

  “They must have switched cars,” I say.

  Everyone says the Adams brothers are clever. I’m glad they’re right. The police didn’t follow us, and even if they had, they would only catch one of the lieutenants. The Adams brothers are probably in a less conspicuous car to play it safe. Very clever.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Daron says. “We’re never going to get the brothers now.”

  “Fuck that,” Jay says. “We’re still going to send a message.”

  Jay, Chet, and Burton all jump out of the car with the energy of three men who are either feeling rejuvenated after a great night’s sleep and a morning yoga session, or are coked up to their eyeballs.

  “I guess we better follow them,” Daron says.

  “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

  “Me neither, but there’s bound to be cash back there, and I need to earn something from today’s mess. Come on, let’s go.”

  Daron steps out and I follow, tucking my gun into my belt and covering it up with my shirt. I feel the reassuring touch of cold steel against my skin. With my gun, I’m usually safe. ‘Usually’ being the key word. Everyone’s going in armed, but I’m the only one who knows how to use these things properly.

  Jay leads the crew straight through the front of the bookstore and heads towards a conspicuous looking door at the back.

  “Stay here, and don’t get involved,” I say to the guy running the store. He’s probably part of this, and might even be armed, but on the off chance he’s innocent, I can’t let him get hurt. If he still insists on getting involved… well, then it’s his own fault.

  Burton is first into the room, screaming “freeze, get your hands up.” He’s swinging his gun around like he doesn’t know where to point it, and by the time I’m in the back room I realize why.