Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol Book 1)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Katy smiled. “I need to take a quick shower. I’ll be about fifteen minutes…do you want to take a shower tonight?”

  I thought about that for a second and realized that I did feel rather dirty.

  Usually I took my showers in the morning after my runs, but there were times after a shift where I had to take one to rinse off the grime of the day.

  And lately, that was happening more and more since I was riding a motorcycle the majority of a shift. Road grime and being out in the open air made me sweat. And it was only March. Give it a few more weeks and I’d be taking one every single shift thanks to Texas weather.

  “Okay, make it thirty minutes. I need to take a shower, too,” I said. “I’ll be back here in a little bit. I’ll keep the dogs at my place and bring them back when I’m done. Sound okay?”

  She got up from the chair and walked to her kitchen drawer, pulling it open and scrambling around in it for a few seconds before coming out with a key.

  It was a pink key with white flowers, and the keychain had a black Darth Vader skull hanging from it.

  Total contradictions…yet I found myself really liking the difference.

  “That’s cute,” I chuckled. “Perfect pair.”

  She shrugged. “I like all things girly and geeky. What can I say?”

  “Not a thing,” I teased, reaching for the key with my hurt hand, and rethinking it mid-air. Switching hands, I gingerly took the key from her outstretched hand and said, “Will he be okay off the leash?”

  I knew that Sister would, but I didn’t want to chance it with her dog. I’d feel terrible if he ran away from me.

  “Yes,” she assured me. “He’s the perfect gentleman…as long as I’m not the one handing out the orders.”

  I snorted and forced myself to walk away from her.

  Every step felt like a lead weight was holding them down.

  “I’ll be back!” I called out.

  “Okay,” she said to my back. “If I’m still in the shower, just let yourself in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll take my clothes in there with me.”

  I felt my belly clench at her being all wet and hot in the shower. Fuuuuck.

  “Will do, darlin’,” I called out. “Lock this up after me, yeah?”

  She followed behind. “I hate these locks, by the way. My dad has one where you can input a code and it unlocks for you.”

  “I’ll mention that to my brother,” I teased. “I’m sure he can make that happen.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever,” she said as I closed the door behind me.

  My laughter followed me and the dogs down the path to the stairs, then up the stairs.

  It wasn’t until I was in my own apartment with Lou, who sniffed around all my stuff with curiosity, that I realized that there was definitely something there when it came to Katy and me.

  And I was generally excited by the notion.

  What I was not excited about was seeing all the missed calls on my phone from Tasia as I glanced at it as I was walking by.

  Curling up my nose in disgust of that can of worms I’d inadvertently opened, I headed to the shower and turned it on as high as the water heater would allow, then stripped out of my clothes and tossed them into the corner.

  I had an ever-growing pile of uniforms there that I would need to take to the dry cleaners tomorrow if I wanted to wear a clean uniform to work the rest of the week.

  I also at some point needed to go to the grocery store.

  And the bank.

  Followed by my lawyer’s office to prepare him for whatever bullshit Tasia was about to throw at me.

  Needless to say, I’d managed to work myself into a pissed off mood all over again by the time I was finished with my shower and getting dressed in the clothes that I’d taken off before my shower.

  Hair wet and flip-flops on my feet, I grabbed my phone, the charger for it, my handcuffs and both of our apartment keys, and once again walked out of my apartment. After letting the dogs do their business in the side lot next to the apartment complex, I headed to Katy’s door and used the key she’d given me.

  The key that I’d hooked to my own key ring and didn’t plan on giving back any time soon.

  Her apartment was dark except for a small lamp that was lit next to the couch.

  I whistled for the dogs to come in and they listened, Lou heading straight for the recliner as if that was where he was used to going.

  Which, if he was anything like Sister, he probably did.

  Locking the door up tight behind me, I said, “Y’all be good,” to the dogs and headed for the bedroom, being careful to keep my steps light so I didn’t scare her.

  I needn’t have bothered.

  When I entered the bedroom, it was to find her asleep on the bed, covers pulled up to her chin.

  She was lying on her side, once again in the white nightdress—though, that was just an educated guess since the only thing I could see was her lower half which was peeking out from the blanket.

  I cursed quietly, wondering what I should do now.

  “Crap,” I muttered, setting my phone down on the nightstand, and the cuffs on the bed.

  She didn’t wake up at either noise, and I felt my belly tighten in reaction.

  I was going to have to cuff her to the bed while she was sleeping.

  Shit!

  After doing a quick search for a plug to use with my phone, I got everything set up before setting my alarm on my phone and connecting it to the charger. Tossing it down into the chair that the plug was next to, I turned back to the bed and placed my hands on my hips, wincing slightly at the burn on my hand.

  It hurt. Pretty badly, in fact.

  Tomorrow, riding on a motorcycle all day was really, really going to suck.

  Luckily, I had gloves.

  Otherwise, I seriously might’ve considered calling in sick.

  Katy moved in the bed, exposing one arm and another foot, making all but one limb stick out from under the covers.

  I bit my lip and decided ‘fuck it.’

  Picking up the cuffs, I searched for a place to attach them, noticing now that her bed had nowhere, and I do mean nowhere, to attach them. The only other option was her nightstand, and even then, all she’d really have to do was pull the small drawer out and take it with her.

  Tomorrow, I could install an anchor in the wall for her to attach her rope to, but tonight? Well, tonight, only one other option would do.

  And seeing as my eyes were heavy as hell, and my two hours of sleep was upon me, I was thinking that I needed to just do what I had to do and get it over with.

  Gingerly laying myself down on her bed, I stole one of the four pillows that were on this side of the bed, tossed the rest of them to the floor, and made myself comfortable.

  Then I cuffed myself. Then her.

  My right hand to her left.

  The moment that the cuffs clicked into place, I felt something in my soul shift.

  A rightness at having her there, tethered to me, unable to leave.

  I wasn’t sure if it was a good emotion to have, or a bad.

  Was it acceptable to enjoy having a woman handcuffed to me? Because if it wasn’t…I didn’t want to be right.

  ***

  The first time she woke up during the night, I wasn’t awake.

  The only reason I knew that she woke up at all was because the lamp was now on next to the bed, and she was practically yanking my arm off to get away from me. And the only reason I knew that she was yanking my arm off was because of the abrasions around my wrist from the metal digging into my skin.

  Which led me to now, an entire five hours after I’d gone to sleep when she’d woken up a second time.

  And this time, I was awake because my cock was awake. The only thing was, it took me a while to realize that she wasn’t awake, and by that point? Well…

  “Katy?” I said softly, my hands automatically going to her hips.

  “Yes, Logan?” she murmured
, her mouth coming down until it was pressed against my bare chest.

  When had my shirt gone missing?

  I moved our handcuffed hands and felt a wad of fabric around the cuffed side of my forearm.

  “I want you,” she whispered desperately. “I want you so bad I can taste it.”

  Things inside of me tightened. My abs and gut went rock solid—and that had nothing to do with how hard my cock got.

  “Katy,” I said, trying to scramble and put two brain cells together long enough to get my head working. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think you’ve entirely thought this…”

  “Logan?” she said against my breast bone as she shimmied her way down.

  “Yeah?” I croaked, feeling her descending my body and hoping that she was going to the spot where I needed her most.

  “Shut up,” she teased.

  Then she stopped at my nipple and circled the rigid peak with her tongue, nibbling it lightly.

  My cock twitched behind my sweats, and I was slightly embarrassed about the fact that I could happily come in my pants right now all over nipple play.

  Granted, I hadn’t had sex since Donna, but it’d been utterly meaningless. A way to get off, and get gone.

  I’d wanted it to be meaningful after what had happened with Tasia, but in the end, Tasia had left me with too much baggage.

  And saying I’d had sex with Tasia would be reaching.

  It’d been a medical procedure and nothing more.

  It’d been when she was at the perfect temperature, I’d saved my semen up for days, she’d laid there, missionary style, and hadn’t participated nor enjoyed herself.

  Then, afterward, she’d laid on the bed with my semen inside of her while I’d gone downstairs and thought about what it would be like to do it for fun and not for the hopes of having a baby.

  I’d had more fun jacking off into the cup at the fertility office when they’d checked my sperm count than fucking my wife those last few months that we’d been together.

  “Logan.” Katy shifted even lower, her mouth coming into contact with my happy trail. “Stay with me.”

  All thoughts of my ex and my previous sex life were now gone.

  Replacing those thoughts was Katy’s tongue as she dragged it along my happy trail. Up and down. Up until she got to my belly button, then back down, not stopping until her tongue dipped lower and lower each time.

  I swallowed hard and prayed that she’d do more than just lick that particular spot.

  Not that it wasn’t erotic as hell, but Jesus Christ, did I want her tongue on other, more sensitive places.

  “Katy, please.” My voice cracked.

  She snickered and wrapped one hand around my waistband, pulling it down slightly and exposing more skin.

  I could feel the waistband catching on the base of my cock.

  And thank God I’d chosen these particular sweatpants. My oldest pair, they were the loosest and stretchiest. All my newer ones would’ve required her taking them off to get any access at all.

  Her mouth went back down, this time so she could nibble the base of my cock.

  And my dick jerked so hard that had I not still had the sweatpants containing it, it would’ve smacked her straight in the face.

  “Fuuuuck,” I groaned, wishing I had control of both of my arms.

  Instead, one was down by my side, where her hand was, bracing herself on the bed. My other one was up and gripping the pillow that was under my head for dear life.

  If I’d had control over that hand, I would’ve had it in her hair, guiding her farther down.

  Because right then, she had her tongue tracing the base of my cock, and I felt like I was going to die.

  I’d never thought of the base of my cock being so sensitive before, but swear to God, I was figuring out a lot of things with Katy.

  And that was, with the right person, things were erotic that weren’t meant to be erotic.

  Like the feel of her tits pressed against my thighs. Or the way her hand kept clenching and unclenching at my side, as if she wanted to reach for my cock but was urging herself not to.

  And then she crawled out from between my legs and said, “Pants off, big man. I can’t do it by myself.”

  Those pants had never left my body so fast in all my life.

  Underwear and sweatpants, both a rolled-up mess, came off in the blink of an eye.

  Then she was back between my thighs, her mouth hovering inches over my cock head.

  “The light,” she whispered. “I want to see.”

  I looked over at the light. “Is there another one?”

  She looked at it, squinted as if she was just now realizing that it was on, then shook her head. “Never mind.”

  I was considering what to say to that when she bent down and took a small lick of my cock, licking up the pearl of wetness that had gathered at the tip.

  My stomach flip-flopped.

  “Fuck.”

  I had the word ‘fuck’ down pat.

  “Tastes good,” she said, almost to herself.

  God, that was good, because I wanted her to swallow every last fucking drop of cum when I shot it down her throat.

  Not yet, though.

  I wanted her to do more with her mouth. I wanted her to suck it deep. I wanted her to…

  She swirled her tongue around me like a lollipop. Circling it with just her tongue, not engulfing it with the wet heat of her mouth.

  “Ah, fuck,” I groaned, feeling my balls tighten.

  She snickered. “Fuck your favorite word?”

  Possibly it was most of the time, but I sure did love ‘shit,’ ‘ass,’ and ‘goddammit.’

  But right now, it was the only one I could say without it coming out sounding garbled.

  She took just the tip of me into her mouth this time, causing me to see stars.

  “I’m going to come,” I found myself saying. It was more of an out of body experience. I couldn’t figure out what in the hell I was doing. “You have to stop or I’m going to blow.”

  I wanted to come, but I didn’t want to come.

  It was quite odd to want to push her away and regain control, but also pull her closer and shove more of my cock down her throat.

  Then everything just…stopped.

  But not because I was coming, or because she was crawling over the top of me to ride my cock into oblivion.

  “Ummm, Logan?” Katy said as she pulled herself off my cock.

  I swallowed hard, thankful that she’d come off when she had. She hadn’t been listening to me, and I’d been seconds away from coming.

  “Yeah?” I croaked.

  My voice would probably be permanently broken due to the numerous times I’d said her name over the last two minutes.

  “Ummm,” she said, her mouth bumping my engorged cock. “How did we get here?”

  Nothing, and I do mean nothing, would prepare me for those words coming out of her mouth.

  My cock went from so hard I could mine diamonds with it to soft in a blink of an eye. One second, I was feeling fine, and the next I had ice running through my veins, and nausea boiling in my gut.

  “What?” I sat up, my cock dislodging from her hand. “You…oh, God. Please tell me you were awake.”

  “You…what?” She bit her lip nervously. “Well…”

  I closed my eyes and squeezed the lids shut until it hurt.

  “So, I was having this really erotic dream,” she started.

  I grunted. “You could call it erotic all right,” I growled. “I nearly fucked you and you were asleep! How the hell am I supposed to ever…fuck!”

  I couldn’t trust her anymore.

  As much as I wanted to, what the hell was I supposed to do if I woke up with her in the middle of the night and she jumped my bones? She was having intelligent conversations.

  Well, she was answering questions. We hadn’t gotten into any deep conversations per se, but I had thought she was at least cognizant of what she was doing!

&nbs
p; “No, wait, Logan. It’s okay!”

  I yanked my feet free of her legs and scrambled off the bed, all the while she was still trying to explain. I didn’t get far, though.

  Goddamn handcuffs.

  “I acted out my dream,” she said, sounding hesitant to divulge that information. “Everything I did was something I wanted to do…and just because I was asleep doesn’t mean that I didn’t want it. I was calling your name, wasn’t I? I was talking to you. I was doing you…”

  She had a point, but my stomach still wasn’t in the right place at that point. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t get past the point that I’d almost fucked her and she’d been asleep.

  “So, you’re ignoring the fact that I was the aggressor here?” she pushed.

  I paused. “I was awake, and you weren’t.”

  She snorted. “When I woke up, it was your cock in my mouth. Had I woken up and found my pussy in your mouth, you might have a point in your court…but that wasn’t the case. I woke up and found your cock in my mouth. A cock that I’d been sucking in my dream. Though, my dream cock and your real-life cock aren’t comparable. My imagination is sorely lacking.”

  At that, I would’ve snickered, except she kept going. “Come back to the bed.”

  I sat down on the side of the bed, directly in the middle.

  She crawled to me until both of our linked hands were between her legs, though nowhere close to the place that I’d wanted desperately to touch just a few short minutes ago.

  “Logan,” she said softly. “I know that wasn’t quite conventional…” I snorted. She kept going, ignoring my outburst. “But I want this. I want it bad.”

  I want this. I want it bad.

  Fuck.

  Now that she was awake, saying these things, I could now tell the difference.

  She was putting emphasis, whereas earlier when she was telling me these things, she didn’t sound as sincere.

  Earlier, now that I was thinking about it, she sounded as if she was reciting words from a script. As if she was reading them word for word. She’d been adding emphasis, but that emphasis wasn’t nearly as truthful as it was right now.

  My hand twitched, and she brought her cuffed hand up to poke me in the hip.

  In doing so, she’d inadvertently brought my hand up, too.