by Jordan Marie
“People might not, but our parents…”
“Do not tell me this is all because you’re afraid of the hissy fit your mother is going to throw. Jesus, woman, every time I think we’ve made progress, you turn around and make me feel like I’m hitting my head against a brick wall again.”
“You always do this. You know what, Luka? It might surprise you, but my mother is the last person I’m worried about. She’s got her issues when it comes to you, but she loves me, and she would work through them—and trust me when I tell you that it wouldn’t be easy for her, and I don’t judge her for it. I’m not even sure how I would be able to deal with it all if our roles were reversed.”
“What the hell are you talking about now?” I growl.
“Never mind,” she says, disgusted.
“No. Hell no. You are not doing that. We’re going to have this out once and for all. Before the night is over, we’re going to make sure there’s not one secret between us, Petal!”
“Be careful what you ask for, Luka!”
“If you don’t start making sense—”
“Your father is an asshole!” she screams, her face red, her hair coming loose from the clasp she has it in and strands falling in her face. She looks beautiful. Beautiful and infuriating.
“Honey, that’s not exactly a secret.”
“He’s evil, Luka. You never believed me when we were together, but he’s dangerously evil,” she whispers, and for the first time, I notice the true fear on her face. Did she have that in the past when she talked about my father? Was I so blind that I didn’t see it?
I bend down, using my body to slide her over in the seat, and I sit down beside her. I pull her up onto my lap, and she rests each of her knees at my hips, her head down. It’s getting dark outside and her face is shadowed, but the fear on it still breaks my heart. God. I was so wrapped up in the betrayal I felt at Petal’s lies, so wrapped up in my own frustration, that I somehow missed the hell she was in. It’s all here on her face right now, though.
“Are you truly this scared of my father?” I ask, still not understanding it. He’s a fucking jerk. I admit it. He’s a toxic person. So toxic that I didn’t really understand it until I was divorced and realized how he added fuel to my anger towards Petal. Yet how could I have missed the fear which is coming off of Petal in waves right now?
“He despises me and my family, Luka. I thought after all this time he would have tired of his threats… that now there would be no reason for him to continue, but…”
“Whoa, slow down, honey. What threats?”
“I told you he’s always demanded I leave you alone, accused me of being the reason you never achieved your dreams.”
“You said he blamed you for me not going to the FBI. You did not tell me that he has threatened you, Lo’.”
“Well not me… directly, but…”
“But he did threaten you? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I ask her, and then grimace at the accusation in my voice, especially when I see Petal jerk her head as if I physically hit her.
“He warned me if I didn’t walk away—that if I continued to ruin your life—he’d make sure my family … paid the price.”
“What the fuck, Lo’? You didn’t think I needed to know that?”
“Luka, every time we did much more than talk about your father, you’d get upset. You thought I was being petty and keeping the animosity going.”
“Maybe that would have changed if you had told me—”
“Quite honestly, Luka, whether deserved or not, you didn’t really believe me when I said things about your father.”
I want to deny her accusation, but if I look back on our early days together, I can’t. I did hold a grudge against Petal back then. I was so upset with her, I let my anger blind me, and I can look back and see how my father helped feed that anger. I can’t even lay that at my father’s feet, though. It’s on me. Petal may have made some huge mistakes, but I’m just as guilty in my way for adding to our problems.
“I fucked up back then, didn’t I, Lo’?” I sigh out, feeling much older than my years. I pinch the bridge of my nose, wishing I could go back and just fix everything from the very beginning.
“We both did, Luka,” she whispers.
“If I could go back, I would,” I tell her, kissing the top of her shoulder.
“If I could go back, I’d do it all again. We may have sucked at being married, but when it was good…”
“It was everything,” I finish for her. There’s no other way to describe it. This woman is part of my soul. From the moment we first started talking, it felt as if she was the reason my heart was beating. Her smiles, her laughter, her touch… I lived for each of them.
“It was,” she says simply, and there’s a tear sliding out of the corner of her eye. I reach up and wipe it away. Petal and I have had enough tears. It’s time we move forward—together.
“I’ll handle my father, Lo’. But I’m not letting you pull away from me.”
“Luka,” she starts, but I don’t let her finish. I kiss her gently on the lips.
“I’ll handle it. What I’m not doing is letting you go again.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispers. “Though if you did… things might be simpler.”
“Simple is boring,” I tell her, grinning.
“Whatever you say. Personally, I think I might like to try it sometime.”
“I need to hear you say you’re going to stop running away from me,” I tell her, not sure I can rest until she does.
“If I tell you that, will you undo these freaking handcuffs? I’m starting to get a cramp in my shoulder.” I grin. “Oh no, Luka Parish. I know that grin, and just… No.”
“But honey, don’t worry. I know exactly how to stretch you so you don’t cramp at all,” I tell her, and as a compromise—only not really, it’s just better this way—I change the way she’s cuffed. I unlatch the cuffs quickly, moving her hands to her stomach. I massage the kink her shoulder, and then kiss each of her wrists, before latching them in the cuffs again.
She doesn’t resist or pull away from me. In fat, her body softens against me. “Stretch me?” she whispers those eyes of her widening, her breathing quickening, betraying her excitement.
“Definitely. Stretch you.” I kiss along the side of her neck. “I’ll lay you out against the seat, pull your hands above your head…” I describe to her, letting my tongue move along her neck and bite down where her neck and shoulder meet—in that spot that always drives her wild. I bring my hands up to cup her breasts at the same time, my thumbs brushing against the pebbled nipples pushing against her shirt. “Then I’ll slowly undress you, kissing every inch of your body that I expose.”
“Oh… fuck,” she murmurs, her voice as soft as a caress.
I slide her off my lap, stretching her body across the back seat. I bring her hands up and loop them on a hook above the door. I had them installed to hold the lead ropes for when we use the canine units. I’m not about to explain that to her, but I’m thanking the Lord they’re there. I start unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her breasts to me, one creamy inch at a time. I kiss the pale skin I expose, let my tongue dip down into the valley between her tits, admiring the way they overfill the lavender cups of her lace bra. I slowly undo the clasp of her bra, my eyes glued to her body.
“And when I’m done kissing this gorgeous body, Lo’ … this body that belongs to me…” I whisper, running my tongue across her nipple and then sucking it into my mouth. “I’m going to slide my cock inside your tight little body. And feed it to you inch by inch.”
“I do belong to you, Luka. I always have,” she whimpers, her body shuddering beneath my touch as I undo her pants. I pull them and her panties down together, and she eagerly lifts herself to help me. I can’t resist placing a kiss against her bare pussy, letting my tongue dip against the lips, sliding in to graze against the swollen button of her clit. The sweet tangy taste of her desire fills my mouth at the same time her low
moan echoes in the car.
I want inside of her. I have to get inside of her. It would take a stronger man that I am to pass up what is before me right now. I slide back on the seat, pulling Petal’s legs over my shoulders, and then use my fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart, revealing the tender pink skin of her pussy to me. The scent of her desire calls to me like water to a man who has been living in the desert for much too long. I flatten my tongue out against her clit, feeling it pulsate against me, and I lick her slowly, gathering all of her juices that I can and practically drinking her down.
All thoughts of the past or even the future are gone for now. Just like always, everything fades except Petal when the two of us are alone. She says she’s always belonged to me.
What she doesn’t realize is that I’ve always been hers, too.
She owns me. She always has.
35
Petal
Present:
“Luka! Set me free!” I whine, tugging on my restraints again as I feel his fingers slide inside of me. I’m close to coming, but I don’t want to let go yet. I need him inside of me. I should worry that once again we find ourselves inside his squad car, but I don’t. I’ve lost the ability to reason. I just want Luka, more of Luka… Always Luka.
“Not on your life, honey,” he whispers, his hot breath grazing my tender skin. I’m so wet, I feel my juices sliding around the lips of my pussy and coating my thighs. “I like having you at my mercy, Lo’.”
I feel his fingers push back inside of me. I actually hear them slide into my wet depths. His thumb glides against my throbbing clit, and I can feel him curl his fingers. I thrust up in the air, clenching my muscles around his hand and trying to ride him. The heels of my feet dig into his back.
“Luka,” I cry as I feel his tongue lick my clit, stroking it and then pushing against it right before he sucks it into his mouth. The entire time he does that, his fingers continue fucking me harder and faster. I feel a cool sweat break out across my skin as I fight my orgasm, not willing to give in.
“I love the way you taste, Lo’. So fucking sweet,” he growls.
“Luka, please! I need you inside of me,” I whimper, all thoughts of getting free gone. I just need to feel his cock…
“But I don’t want to stop eating out this sweet little snatch,” he growls, capturing my clit between his teeth and pulling at the exact moment his fingers push back inside of me and curl against my walls.
“Luka,” I whimper, his name breaking off into a moan.
“Come all over my face, Lo’, and maybe then I’ll give you my dick,” he demands, flattening his tongue out to lick me. I feel his tongue move across my pussy, and I still try to fight it.
“I don’t want to come until you’re… in me,” I breathe, trying to resist.
“I’m in charge, Lo’, not you. You’re going to come for me, or I won’t give you my dick.”
“Please, Luka.”
“I’ll come outside your pussy, jack off all over your tits, and paint them in my cum.”
“Luka,” I nearly cry at this point, feeling so empty I can’t stand it. “Please, honey. Please,” I whisper, my head going back, my body thrusting wilding towards him. I pull on my hands, trying to break free so I can hold onto him and take what I want. I’m completely helpless—completely at his mercy. “I need you. I need you so much.”
“Fuck Lo’. I should make you wait, but I can’t. I need you just as much, honey,” he whispers. I cry out in desperation as he moves away from me. I don’t have long to wait until he’s back and I can feel the tip of his cock push against my opening.
“Lo’, look at me.” I pull my head up, forcing my eyes to open as I do as he commands. “I want to see your eyes when I slide inside of you, honey.” My heart feels as if a hand is squeezing it. “You’re mine, Lo’.”
“I’m yours.” I’ve always belonged to him since the moment I first met him. He slams inside of me once he gets my words. His cock tears through me hard and fast—and beautiful. He doesn’t stop until he’s sunk all the way inside of me. I can’t catch my breath at the fierce invasion.
“Goddamn, Lo’. Every time… Every. Fucking. Time,” he breathes. “Every time it feels like coming home when I’m inside of you. It feels like finding a piece I’ve been missing my whole life,” he growls, pulling out only to slam back inside. “How the fuck do you do that, woman? How do you make me feel like I’ve been half dead and you’re the only one who can make me live again?” he cries, and he fucks me hard the entire time—sliding out only to tunnel back inside of me harder, fiercer, and with a touch of desperation that feeds my soul.
“I love you, Luka,” I cry. “I love you.”
I don’t know if he hears me say the words. I think he might be too far gone to understand them. He’s growling over me, and I watch him as he fucks me. He looks like a man possessed, almost as if he’s in pain. He’s finding his pleasure and claiming my body violently and in a way I know I’ll never forget.
“I love you,” I whisper just as my orgasm shatters and I come all over his cock. He rides me faster and faster, and I feel the exact moment he falls over the edge with me. His hot cum bathes my insides, flooding through me with the force of a hurricane. “I love you,” I whisper again just as he lets out a loud roar of victory.
Which is fitting, because in that moment, I am his, and he looks every inch the conqueror.
36
Luka
Present:
“Very funny, Luka. Hah, hah. Now take off these cuffs.”
“Honey, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I can’t. The key is outside—in my pants pocket.”
“Well, then march outside and get it,” she sighs.
I help her sit up, the vinyl on the seat sticking to her body. She’s still heated from making love, and I find even in my mild panic that I can’t keep my hands off of her.
“I just told you, Lo’. I can’t. The door is locked.”
“Then unlock it,” she huffs, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.
“I can’t. It’s a police car.”
“So? Really, Luka, I’m getting cold here, and someone might come by. Joking time is over.”
“Lo’, the back doors don’t open from the inside or else prisoners would just get out of the car after we arrest them,” I try to explain patiently. Then I wait for the reality of our situation to hit her.
“Oh, shit…”
“Exactly,” I sigh, trying to think of a way out of the situation.
“Luka! We’re locked in!”
“Uh… I believe I said that.”
“The doors won’t open from the inside!” she cries.
“Lo’,” I start, sensing her panic might be bigger than I imagined.
“Why did you throw our clothes outside?” she cries.
“Well, I didn’t think about it. I just wanted you naked.”
“Why did you close the door?”
“I didn’t, honey. It must have closed during…”
“During?” she presses, her voice almost shrill.
“Well, the car was rocking…” I laugh, grinning, which is probably not the right thing to do because she slaps my chest hard.
“This is not funny! We’re naked!”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“And locked in the car!”
“Lo’, honey. Relax. There has to be a way out of this.”
“Oh really? What do you suggest, Einstein?”
“You’re kind of bitchy when you panic,” I mutter, thinking she probably wouldn’t appreciate me spanking her ass.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t handcuffed and naked while being locked in a police car!”
“If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the first,” I tell her helpfully while inspecting the panel between the seats. If I could get it loose, I can slide through to the front…
“I’m not the… What do you mean I’m not the first? Luka Parish, if you tell me you’ve had another girl in your
—”
I slap my hand over her mouth. She narrows her eyes at me. If looks could kill, there’s a very real possibility I wouldn’t be breathing right now. I never realized Petal had such a temper before. It’s kind of sexy. I doubt she’d appreciate that observation either.
“Before you say something that might make this situation worse—”
“Mm-mmm, mmm, mmm!”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, Lo’. Ow!” I cry out as she sinks her teeth into my hand. “You bit me!”
“You wouldn’t move your hand! And I said that I don’t think this situation could get any worse.”
“Of course it can. But what I was trying to explain was that I didn’t have another girl back here. I arrested old man Simpkins for drunk and disorderly conduct one night.”
“Old man Simpkins? But, Luka… he’s, like, eighty years old.”
“He’s eighty-four, actually, and he got into his wife’s homemade wine one night and was feeling frisky.”
“Feeling frisky?” Petal asks, her panic at being locked in the cop car naked momentarily forgotten.
“He stripped down to nothing but his tube socks, and when he couldn’t get inside the house, he stood outside the window and started serenading his woman in song.”
Petal actually laughs at that. I enjoy the sound while I rummage around in the back floorboard for anything that might help me take the screws out of the panel. If I can get just two of the screws out…
“I take it Mrs. Simpkins wasn’t in the mood?”
“Oh, she might have been, but it turns out Mr. Simpkins had a crush on the widow Langley, two doors down.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yep. So he slipped into his Viagra prescription that his wife made him keep and left a trail of clothes down the sidewalk to the Langley home.”
“You’re lying!” Petal exclaims, laughing harder.
“I wish. Honey, you don’t want to know what the sight of an eighty-four-year-old man with a chemically induced woody and shriveled up balls can do to you.”