by Linda Wright
She gripped the base of my dick and lined it up with her core. “Then fuck me.”
I pushed into her in one deep stroke and groaned at how tight she was around me. “Jesus.”
Stormy’s mouth fell open and I felt a surge of adrenaline hit me. Seeing her spread out for me and knowing she was enjoying it just as much as I was sent even more blood rushing to my dick. I pulled out of her and rubbed the head against her clit. When she moaned and begged for more I thrusted back into her.
“Don’t stop!”
I grabbed her hips and lifted her off the counter. I kept her in my arms as I fucked her, picking her up and then letting gravity slam her down on my dick until she was screaming my name over and over again.
I stared down at her and watched as her skin grew red and her tits bounced. I wanted to mark her as my own just in case I never got to experience her again. I wanted to tattoo my name across her chest so no other man could ever love her like I was.
She clenched around me and it felt like she was trying to suck the come right out of my balls. Her head fell back and she dug her nails into my back as she starting coming. I clenched my teeth and kept fucking her. I didn’t want it to end.
I closed my eyes and swore because I could still see her riding me. She clenched even tighter around me and cried out my name once more and I couldn’t hold back. My entire body tightened as I came.
My knees gave out and we ended up on the floor, her on top of me. I stared up at her and groaned as she flexed around my still hard dick. I hated to tell the guy that he was done for the moment. Stormy’s eyes were already half-closed. I slid out of her and smiled when she moaned.
“I think I love you.” Her whispered words were an iron fist to my temple. She’d barely said them before she dozed off with her head on my chest.
My head throbbed but my chest ached right along with it. I already knew the truth. I was the son of a bastard and a woman who only ever loved bastards. I’d never believed in love but somewhere along the way, while sitting next to Stormy on her front porch, I’d fallen in love with her, too.
I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat because I was about to do something that could make her never trust me again. I had to do something, though. I couldn’t let her put herself out there as a snitch.
I stood up and carried Stormy to her bedroom. After moving the duffle bag full of money to the floor I tucked her into bed.
She smiled up at me when the movement woke her up. “Get in bed.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have to go check around outside. I do it every night and I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t.”
Her small hand caressed my cheek before she curled up on her side and fell back asleep. I watched her for a second before turning to go. I grabbed the notebook off the coffee table and locked the door from the inside before closing it and heading down to my bike.
I threw on my leather and tucked the notebook into my pocket. I walked the bike down to the bottom of her driveway so she wouldn’t hear it. Once I was pretty far away I started it and took off towards the city.
I needed to keep her off the club’s radar. If they thought I was the snitch they wouldn’t be that surprised. Sure, they’d think someone in the club helped me but they wouldn’t be able to find out who. If they found out that Stormy did it one of the guys could decide that following Bear’s orders to keep her safe and alive wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t let anything happen to her.
I sped towards the police station and slid to a stop at the front steps. I was about to walk in and hand over evidence that I hadn’t gathered and lie about where I’d gotten it. It wasn’t going to go well for my career but after the station had left me stranded in a dead end undercover assignment I doubted they’d planned on my career going anywhere, anyway.
The anger I felt at knowing I’d been abandoned somewhere I could’ve been killed fueled me. I ran up the stairs, into the older building, and stormed my way through the rows and rows of cubicles. My boss’s office was encased in glass so he got a clear view of me charging at him.
I saw his eyes widen and took a sick pleasure in the realization that I scared him. I slammed his door open and then planted both hands on his desk so I could lean forward and scream in his face. “Remember me? The asshole you left out to dry with the Phantoms?”
He stood up and moved around the desk quickly to close the door. “What in the hell are you doing here?!”
I threw the book at him. “There’s your fucking evidence. Meetings, business deals, everything you need to know. Don’t ask me how I got it.”
“That case is closed. We just couldn’t get you out yet. We didn’t want them to know you were a cop or have any suspicion.”
I was going to lose my mind. “They’ve known all along! What the hell do you mean, the case is closed? How long has it been closed?”
He sat back down behind his desk and held his hands up in front of him. “Now, O’Conner. Calm down. We closed it a year ago. Look, I know you’re going to be pissed, but it was important that we not make a wave. If we needed to go back in later we didn’t want them to know that they’d already been infiltrated.”
“Is this how you fucking treat your people, you asshole? You could’ve gotten me killed! If they weren’t smarter than all of us I would be dead! Instead they’ve been using me to keep sending boring information back here while keeping their real operations hidden.”
“You’re out of line, Detective. You’ve already fucked up by coming here.”
I sat down in the chair across from him and folded my arms across my chest. “Look at the book, Captain.”
When he finally picked it up and started going through the pages I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted, and thought of how warm and soft Stormy would be if I was stretched out next to her in bed. I shifted as my dick reacted to the thought of her body.
She’d surprised me. I’d never known she would be wild. I just wanted to get the hell out of the police station so I could grab Stormy and get the fuck out of town. I had my own small stockpile of cash and we could hide out until all of the shit ended.
After what felt like forever my boss looked up at me. “How’d you get this?”
“Are you going to ask questions or are you going to go out and do something with it?” I didn’t have time to sit around and talk to him. I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was self-hatred for leaving Stormy in bed alone or for stealing from her. I just wanted to get back to her house to make sure I hadn’t ruined the best thing in my life.
“We need to form a task force and carry this out. I’m going to need to know how you got this eventually.” He picked up his phone and started yelling orders to people but kept an eye on me. “You’re not getting rewarded for this. You broke protocol. You’ll be lucky to still have a job after this.”
I stood up and smiled. It was a ruthless one but I was done. “I don’t want this fucking job after this. I don’t want to work for a man that leaves men behind. You’re not worth the weight of your badge. After the apprehension, you can count me out.”
He jabbed a finger in my direction. “You won’t be a part of any fucking apprehension if you don’t get your attitude right. I suggest you go cool down and get suited up. With this information we need to move on them as soon as possible.”
I jerked his door open and shot him one last disgusted look. “I’ll be going above your head on this after it’s all finished.”
It took everything I had in me to stay. I got changed into my tactical gear and exchanged a few grunts with other men as they poured in to get changed. After about an hour the boss strolled in, waving a sheet of paper. “I’ve got the search warrant. Let’s roll.”
Fucking finally. I moved around with the men at my sides, pretending to be just like them. I felt like an imposter. I hadn’t moved in any kind of formations with anyone else since I went undercover. My gig with the Phantoms left me alone mostly. Having to be part of a team again made my skin itc
h.
I looked around and noticed that everyone around me was focused and excited. I just felt like I didn’t belong. I’d been breaking the law for three years. I’d witness awful shit and done worse. How the fuck was I supposed to go back to being Johnny Law?
The captain had demanded urgency and I’d never seen a task force come together so quickly. I ran over the layout of the clubhouse and gave any knowledge I had. A separate team went to the bar to gather whoever was there.
The raid had gone well according to the captain. I’d been on autopilot. I was lucky the club guys hadn’t decided to fight. I wasn’t focused at all. That’s how a guy gets a bullet to the gut.
When it was all over I walked outside and took my helmet off. I glanced around and saw Bear sitting in the back of a transport van. His eyes landed on me and he exploded.
“You rat piece of shit! Three years I’ve been feeding you bullshit! Three years I’ve been smarter and suddenly this fucking happens? Who helped you?!”
I rolled my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. “Does it really matter? You’re not going to find out. With the shit they just caught you with, you’ll be lucky to get out before your last screw turns ninety.”
The captain stepped up to me and leaned in. “Guy that goes by the name Shooter? He got away from the bar. No one knows where he went. You have any ideas?”
I snapped my eyes to Bear. “Where would Shooter go?”
He snarled at me. “He probably went to find you so he could rip your rat head off himself!”
My face went pale and I started backing away. “He thinks I’m still with Stormy.”
Bear started screaming incoherently. The only words I managed to make out were about killing me if anything happened to Stormy.
I had a fleeting thought that I’d kill myself if anything happened to her. I grabbed the keys to the captain’s car and jumped in. Before I could take off he managed to climb into the passenger seat and turned to face me.
“Stormy?”
I glared at the road instead of him as I pushed the gas pedal to the floor and raced towards her house. If I broke every traffic law, which I would, I could make it in twenty minutes. “Are you serious? You’re so out of touch with this job that you don’t even know the president’s daughter’s name?”
He stammered. “I admit that there was some paperwork issues with this case. Your handler got transferred and it looks like he didn’t file any of the correct paperwork on you.”
I ran a red light and had to jerk the car to the left at the last minute to avoid getting t-boned by another car. “Is that a fucking apology?”
“Just drive. We’ll talk about your job later.”
“There is no job. I fucking quit.”
He remained silent for the rest of the ride and only gasped every so often. There were a line of police cars following us but they were pretty far back. I wanted to get there first and try to head off anything that was going to happen.
I noticed Shooter’s bike as soon as I pulled into Stormy’s driveway. I had a flash of memory of putting her into bed, still naked, and cursed. If he’d touched her, I’d kill him. I barely had the car in park before I jumped out and took off at a dead sprint for her front door.
“Come on in, O’Conner.” Shooter’s voice was higher than normal and I could tell he was in panic mode.
I pushed open the door and left it open as I took in the room. Everything was a mess. Things were turned over and broken, Stormy’s cash was littering the floor. I didn’t see her at first. She was kneeling on the ground behind the turned over couch. Shooter had made a gag out of a scarf, it looked like. She was dressed, at least.
“Stormy? You okay, baby?”
She narrowed her eyes at me but nodded. I noticed that her right eye was quickly turning colors and swung around to Shooter. The sight of his gun didn’t bother me.
“You fucking hit her?”
He scoffed. “She’s nuts! She wouldn’t stop fighting. I had to hit her. Not that it matters. Bear’s going away. No more protection for his little girl.”
I circled around him until I was closer to Stormy. When I reached for her, though, he cocked his gun.
“Don’t touch her. She stays where she is for now. So far I just know that the clubhouse got raided. It’s unfortunate that you didn’t know shit about shit with the club. So, who told you? You spend so much time with little Miss Nuts here that I’d have to believe it was her.”
I shook my head. “You fuckers hadn’t been hiding things as well lately. Why would Stormy know anything?”
Shooter waved his gun back and forth, between us. “Bitches always find out shit. She probably got one of her little whore friends to go and sneak around. This can’t happen. You know we believe in retribution, Stormy. You were in that clubhouse until you were almost seventeen. You know what has to happen to the cop and to you.”
Her eyes were pleading as she looked at me. I felt my chest throb painfully over and over again when the gun waived in her direction. I could tell she was terrified and I didn’t have an answer for her, yet.
“She didn’t have anything to do with it, Shooter. There’s a girl in the club that helped me.”
“Why would any of the club bitches help you? Everyone knew you were a fucking pig.”
I smiled. “Sometimes even a pig can fuck the sense into a woman. She liked what she got and kept coming back. She was happy to help. Maybe you club guys aren’t as good as you think you are.”
He jerked his head towards Stormy. “You want Stormy to find out just how good I am? I’ve always thought she was a sexy little thing.”
I stepped closer to him. “You touch her and I’ll rip every limb from your body.”
His grin told me he enjoyed riling me. “I think she likes you, too. I used to watch you for Bear. After a few months he realized you didn’t have the balls to touch her so I quit. During those months I saw how she looked at you, though. She wanted you. You were just too ignorant and limp to notice. Now I’ll make her watch you die. Slowly. Then, when you’re just about gone, I’ll fuc-”
I heard the sound of breaking glass and then the thud of a bullet hitting a body. I watched as the front of Shooter’s shirt suddenly burst bright red. His mouth opened in a silent cry and then he fell to his knees. I stepped to the side as his body fell forward.
I rushed over to Stormy and gathered her in my arms to hide the entry point of the bullet from her. I didn’t want her seeing it if I could help it. I reached around and untied her hands. “Are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry I left you. I made a mistake, Stormy.”
She yanked the tape off of her mouth and gritted her teeth. “God, that hurts!”
I pulled her into my lap and pressed my lips to the side of her head. I didn’t know what else to say so I just held her.
Cops swarmed inside and stomped around Stormy’s house, making sure that Shooter was dead. When she looked at them with confusion in her eyes I told her what happened.
“I didn’t see another way to avoid you getting involved. Turns out I was wrong. You almost got killed because of me.”
She stood up and pulled me into her room with her. “I’m not mad at you. I understand why you took the book. Don’t ever leave me after sex again, though. Waking up with you gone and Shooter over me was like a horrible nightmare. I half convinced myself that I’d dreamed it all and instead actually slept with him. It was awful!”
I frowned. “He didn’t touch you, did he?”
“No. I kicked his ass, though.” She looked up at me and held onto my arms. “They’re going to jail?”
I nodded. “For a very long time hopefully. And by the time they get out we will be long gone. I quit my job.”
She held on tighter. “Really?”
I nodded. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t. Being with the club for three years fucked with me. It doesn’t feel right being part of a team anymore. I figure I can open up a PI office or something like that when we get to wherever we want to
go.”
She had tears in her eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me after I said what I said…”
I kissed her then. I held her face in my hands and wiped the tears before gently kissing down her jaw. “I love you, too.”
She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Can we leave tonight?”
I shook my head. “We have to go back to my place tonight.”
“Oh. So, you can clear stuff up?”
I shook my head again. “No, so I can make love to you the right way. Our first time was a little more rushed than I meant for it to be. I’d like another chance to make it memorable.”
A blush touched her cheeks. “We’d better go now.”
It did something for me to know that she was just as ready as I was. Despite everything, I was going to have a happy ending with Stormy. Finally.
As we were leaving a paramedic was wheeling Shooter’s body out and I almost felt bad about not being more respectful. Both Stormy and I had grown up around violence, though. Death wasn’t new.
I pulled her out of the house and over to her car. My hands were sweaty and I felt all shaky. Telling her I loved her was harder than the decision to quit my job ever was. I knew I was making the right decision, though, when she looked up at me and smiled.
Captain stepped in front of me and held up his hands. “Fraternizing on the job? That’s not allowed, O’Conner.”
“I told you I fucking quit.”
He forced a smile. “I know. If you’ll stop by my desk tomorrow I’ll have a recommendation typed up for you. I’m sorry about what happened.”
I thanked him and then turned to go.
“Oh, and O’Conner? Stay out of trouble.”
I smirked back at him. We both knew I couldn’t make any promises.
*****
THE END
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