I liked how he held nothing back and gave me everything he had.
It was freeing to know he trusted me that much to give me his all.
And give me all he did, and then some.
“I like how your breasts jump each time I shove my cock into you,” he groaned, eyes dancing from my breasts to where we were connected.
The roughness of his thrusts had my kitchen table moving, and before long we’d moved it from where it’d been, in the middle of the floor, until it was butted up against the counter.
I would’ve laughed had I not been too busy trying to catch my breath.
But then he suddenly just stopped, pulling out and smacking the outside of my thigh.
“Turn over, feet on the floor and hips against the edge of the table,” he ordered roughly.
I did as he asked, prying my fingers loose from the table edge and rolling, knocking off my nearly empty glass of milk in the process.
I barely even noticed the spill, seeing as Sterling wasted no time filling me back up.
I groaned and pressed my forehead against the table, hands going up to press against the sides of the counter trying to counteract his hard thrusts.
My hips felt slightly uncomfortable, but the pleasure starting to bloom deep in my belly counteracted any and all pain until everything I felt was nothing but ecstasy.
Stroke after stroke of his cock plowing into me, the smack-smack of his hips hitting my ass, as well as the wet sound of our joining as his cock slid in and out of my needy hole had my orgasm all of a sudden there.
Not to mention his balls kept swinging to hit my clit just perfectly.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed into the tabletop.
His dark, amused chuckle had me seeing stars when he changed the angle of his strokes, making my previously amazing orgasm vault out of orbit into the extremes that I’d never felt before.
The breath left my lungs in a choked gasp, and his hand came up to hold onto the top of my shoulder, squeezing tightly, as his orgasm overtook him.
I could feel the hot pulses of his come pouring into me, splashing against the back of my womb, and I screamed.
It was muffled by the tabletop, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care whether I disturbed the neighbors or not.
I couldn’t even remember my own name by that point.
“Goddamn,” Sterling said as he collapsed against my back.
What little breath I’d been able to catch left my lungs in a whoosh when his body met mine, and he laughed at the small squeak that came out of me in the process.
“Sorry,” he said, lifting until his elbows held him up.
I grunted in answer, turning my head to the side and allowing my body to catch the breath it needed after that spectacular show.
“Your cock is welcome in me anytime,” I told him jokingly.
The cock in question jerked at my announcement, and he pressed his bushy beard against my neck as he ran his lips along my shoulder blades.
“Good to know,” he said, reaching forward and grabbing something off the counter in front of me.
My eyes followed the movement as he unceremoniously shoved the towel underneath my pubic bone where it rested on the table.
Then he pulled out, and a rush of his release started to instantly flow out.
“Convenient that you fucked me over here,” I said, placing the dishtowel to my opening and catching what I could before it ended up all over the floor and my thighs.
“I’m a multitasker,” he said, a grin playing along his lips. “What are you doing today?”
I tried not to be embarrassed by the fact that I was completely naked on my kitchen table and he was acting like I wasn’t.
“I have to go to lunch with Sawyer today,” I answered. “And tonight I have to start getting ready…”
My next comment was interrupted by a no-nonsense knock at the door, and I knew exactly who was out there.
I’d been getting visits from the police nearly every three days since Sterling had left.
And that sounded like Officer Ryan’s knock.
He wasn’t the nicest cop, but he also wasn’t harsh like some of them could be.
He was honest, which sadly equaled into me getting a ticket if I’d done something he deemed as wrong.
“Shit,” I said, hopping down and waddling to the door. “Can you get that? Might want to do your pants up first, though. Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
His eyes narrowed, but he pulled up his jeans, fixed his belt and holster, and walked to the front door shirtless just as I closed the door behind me.
Chapter 9
A giant cup of shut the fuck up.
-Coffee cup
Sterling
I opened the door, surprised to see a cop on the other side of it.
“Can I help you?” I asked, scratching my beard.
The cop looked me up and down, cataloged my tattoos. The gun that I’d tucked inside its holster at the small of my back just as I’d opened the door. The scowl on my face.
Then instantly took a step back.
One predator knew another when they saw each other.
“Is Ms. Comalsky home?” He asked briskly.
I raised a brow at him.
“She’s getting dressed,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes flicked behind me, looking for her, before he turned back to me.
“What’s your name,” he demanded.
Not a question, very much a demand.
But I knew my rights, and I didn’t have to tell him a damn thing. And I wasn’t liking the way he was being so rude, and challenging me in my woman’s house.
“My name’s none of your business,” I said just as Ruthie came up behind me.
“Officer Ryan,” she said the moment she came up behind me.
She pressed her face against my bare arm, wrapping both hands around my arm.
I wasn’t sure whether she was doing it because she could tell I was pissed, or because she wanted to just hold my hand.
Whatever the reason, I was happy for it.
I liked the possessive action coming from her.
Any other woman and it would’ve pissed me off, but Ruthie was mine. And she could have me. Touch me. Do anything she fucking wanted to me and I’d allow it.
Officer Ryan’s eyes narrowed, and it was then I saw that he was attracted to Ruthie.
His eyes had dilated the moment she’d come into the room, and then darkened when he saw how she was holding on to me.
And I knew the second he decided he was going to be a dick.
He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. “Didn’t want it to get wet this time.”
Ruthie took it from his outstretched hand and crumbled it in her hands.
“Thanks,” she said through gritted teeth.
I took the crumpled piece of paper from her hand and scanned it quickly while Officer Ryan turned his back to us and started down the walk in the rain.
I followed him out the moment I realized she was getting a ticket.
The water hit my chest and started to slide down my skin in cool rivulets, but I couldn’t even contemplate that right then because I was so goddamned pissed.
It was likely steam was pouring off my skin with how mad I was.
I looked first left down the street, then right.
In those two glances, I saw eight cars, three on the left, and five on the right.
“Did you give them tickets, too?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, only started towards his car.
Rage boiling in my gut, I pulled out my phone and hit Loki’s face on the screen.
“Yeah?” Loki asked roughly.
He sounded like he’d been sleeping.
But I didn’t care right then.
“I’m about to fight a cop…” I said, making the cop walking away from me freeze. “How many years in prison is
it if I hurt him?”
“Threatening one’ll get you prison time, too. Where are you?” He asked, sounding more alert now.
“I’m at Ruthie’s. And this isn’t a fuckin’ threat. This is real life, I’m going to bust his face in, seriousness,” I spat.
“I’ll be there in ten.”
I bet it was more like five, but I didn’t contradict him.
I also knew he’d be calling in backup.
The rain started to pour down harder, and my pants really started to get soaked.
My phone would probably be fried shortly, too.
Yet that didn’t bother me.
I was so fucking tired of Ruthie being treated like shit.
Beyond tired of it.
I was tired of it three months ago, and it split me in two to know she’d been dealing with this while I was gone.
“So tell me,” I snarled. “Did you give all of them tickets, too?”
The officer looked wary.
His hand was hovering close to his gun as if he was ready to go for it at any second.
And his eyes were watching me like I was a poisonous snake ready to strike.
“I can’t divulge that information,” he answered smoothly.
I smiled. “You can’t, can you?”
My eyes perked when I heard motorcycles heading towards us, and I smiled.
Which made the jerkoff in front of me step back.
This time he rested the palm of his hand on the butt of his gun.
“You gonna go for that without reason?”
“All I have to do is fear for my life, and there’s my reason,” he answered.
“Do you fear for your life?” I asked him.
He didn’t answer.
The motorcycles that’d been coming towards us finally stopped, but I didn’t look at them.
You didn’t take your eyes off a target that was ready to shoot.
“What’s going on here?”
Loki.
“Officer?”
Silas.
“Sterling, what the fuck is going on?”
Cleo.
I smiled darkly at the officer, and his eyes narrowed.
“Y’all need to back up and step back to your bikes. There’s no reason you need to be here,” Officer Dickhead said.
“Actually, these are my brothers,” I said. “And they have every right to be here.”
“Not right now they don’t. I’ll call in back up if you don’t get on your motorcycles right now and leave,” he growled.
I was completely soaked to the bone when I heard the first siren.
And it was obvious the second Officer Ryan heard the first siren, that he was relieved to be having backup.
I had a feeling he didn’t know what kind of connection that I had, nor who and what I was.
Because if he had, he would’ve known that it was futile to try anything with me.
The Dixie Wardens owned this town.
Something he found out when Trance finally showed.
Loki caught his eye and gestured forward.
When they both got to my side, they turned to stare at Officer Ryan like he wasn’t playing on their team.
“Officer,” Loki said. “What’s going on?”
Officer Ryan looked from me, to Loki, to Trance, then back to Loki before saying, “Gave the woman a ticket for parking overnight. He wouldn’t let it go.”
He pointed me out like I was a schoolyard bully, and it made me want to laugh my ass off.
I managed to suppress it, though.
Instead I crossed my arms over my slippery chest and waited.
And it didn’t take long.
“What do you mean you gave her a ticket for overnight parking?” Loki asked.
Officer Ryan sneered at Loki.
“She was illegally parked,” he defended.
Loki looked up and down the street and pointed at several different cars.
“Did they get tickets?” He asked.
“No.”
“Why not?” Trance asked.
Officer Ryan sneered. “Because they weren’t there all night.”
“How do you know she was there all night?” Trance countered.
“Because I came at the beginning and end of my shift,” he said. “She was there both times.”
“But you don’t know that she was there all night. It could be that she was there when you came, left in between, and came and parked once again,” Trance said.
“In the exact same spot?” Officer Ryan countered.
“Well, you can’t prove that she didn’t move, unless you have video surveillance of it. Not to mention you started shift at ten at night, and it’s only just now sun up,” Loki said. “And if you didn’t give these people over here tickets,” he indicated the cars with a pointed finger. “Then that’s not fair and equal treatment.”
Let’s just say, it only digressed from there.
Thirty minutes later, the entire city block was the proud new owner of a parking ticket, and the neighborhood drivers who were unlucky enough to park in the road were not happy campers.
Especially the ones I assumed called in the first place.
There were a trio of women staring at us from the front porch, two houses down, and I could tell from the way they were pointing and sneering that they thought this was a joke.
But Silas and Loki hadn’t been joking.
And the chief wasn’t joking.
Since Ryan refused to take back the ticket, he was forced to give one to everyone he saw parked overnight, and that was something easily resolved by pulling his dashboard cam.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Ruthie said quietly at my side.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side.
“I know,” I said.
And I did.
It would only make the entire situation worse.
Way worse.
“I have to go to lunch,” she whispered. “Do I go pay the ticket on the way home?”
“I wouldn’t,” I said. “The officer has to send his paperwork in, and my guess would be he won’t turn any of this paperwork in at all. It would be too much work for him to. And I bet every one of you protest the ticket. The law is stupid and shouldn’t have been made into one in the first place. It’s too hard to enforce it.”
She nodded at my side.
“So I just wait for the information in the mail to see if they process it?” She asked.
I nodded. “That’s what I would do.”
“Okay,” she said. “Can I get out of here without hitting anybody?”
“I’ll pull it out for you,” I said.
She was boxed in on three sides. The back side with bikes, the front side with a cruiser, the left side by the curb, and the right side by Trance’s K-9 unit.
She handed me the keys to her car, and I had to laugh at the sheer amount of key chains she had on it.
“You know,” I said. “This isn’t good for your ignition to have a key chain this heavy hanging from it.”
She glared at me.
“I don’t remember asking your opinion on the state of my steering column,” she griped, turning on her heel and walking back into her house.
“Testy,” Loki said.
I nodded. “She’s upset that I butted my ‘fat head’ into the problem and made it ‘ten times fucking worse.’”
I used air quotes as I repeated what she’d said to me, causing him to laugh.
“Sounds like a good woman you have there. Better hold onto her,” Loki said.
I winked at him.
“Plan to.”
“Come down to the station and let the chief know what happened for me. He wants to keep on top of it. Says we may need to call the PAR officer out here,” Loki said, looking up at the rain.
We were standing under the awning of Ruthie’s front porch now that it was raining harder than
it had been, waiting for the rest of the officers that’d been called in as backup by the neighbors to disperse.
Not to mention riding a motorcycle in the rain wasn’t something that we did if we didn’t have to.
And apparently they were all off today.
“Okay,” I said.
I didn’t like the PAR officer for this area; she was rude and treated everyone like they were beneath her.
She also hated me because we’d been in the same foster home. For a year, at least.
If she’d only known how bad Garrison, Cormac, and I had had it, she wouldn’t hate me.
Except she didn’t know.
She was blissfully unaware because she was the chosen foster child.
The one kid that never got beaten.
That never had to do chores.
She thought we were always getting to go out with our ‘foster dad.’
What she didn’t know was that when she thought we were ‘going out,’ we were actually getting the shit beaten out of us one at a time.
When she thought we used to go get drunk, we were actually so beaten to shit and back that we couldn’t walk straight.
“I’m not calling that bitch. She can go fuck herself. I’ll move Ruthie out of here before she gets involved,” I growled.
“She’s already involved,” an amused woman’s voice said from in front of us.
I wanted to throw Ruthie’s five pounds of key chains at her.
Instead, I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
When that didn’t work, I counted to twenty.
Then I walked inside and slammed the door.
Ruthie was standing there, eyes wide.
She looked to be close to coming out of the house, almost as if her fingers had been on the door handle, and she’d jumped back when I’d thrown it open.
“What’s going on?” She asked.
“The devil’s on your front porch and I don’t want to talk to her,” I answered, leaning my back against the door.
Ruthie’s eyes roamed down my chest, stopping at the bulge in my pants that seemed to come alive anytime she was near.
“I thought the devil was a man,” she said lazily, moving closer to me.
I shook my head. “All devils are women.”
“How do you know?” She teased, leaning into me.
Her soft breasts pressed into my diaphragm, and I inhaled swiftly, drinking her scent in.
“Because women are the torturers. Men can torture, but women know how to do it wayyy better than men,” I answered her, snaking my arm around her back and pulling her into me roughly.
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