I snorted. “Of course.”
I was being held up by both of them, or was until they suddenly dropped my arms like they were on fire to see if I was telling the truth.
When I stayed up with the power of my legs only, they growled the exact same low, menacing growl, and started swimming to the side.
“Hey,” I said indignantly. “I wasn’t the one who threw me in! Why are you mad at me?”
They were both sopping wet, but my eyes drifted to Trance’s body as he shucked out of his wet clothes. Shirt first, then his jeans. “You’re just lucky none of my stuff was in my pockets. You’d have really been in trouble then.” He said.
Two large splashes from the opposite direction had me turning in time to see two very excited puppies swimming towards me.
I played with them for a couple minutes, tossing a rubber duck for them to retrieve, much to Trance’s annoyance.
“We need to go.” He growled.
“Yes, dear.” I said cheekily.
Miller was sitting in the lounge chair on the other side of the pool, so I made sure to throw the rubber duck in his direction as I walked inside, trailing a river of water behind me as I went.
Once I was in Trance’s room, I stripped out of my wet clothes and looked around the room.
Since I only had the clothes I was wearing, which were now wet, and the clothes from last night, I had to improvise a bit. I could wear my jeans and the camisole I’d had on the night before, but there was no way I was wearing dirty panties, and I wasn’t wearing wet ones either.
Which left me with only one option.
Going into the bathroom, I took another quick shower to wash the chlorine out of my hair. I got partially dressed with just my camisole and underwear before heading to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. I was brushing it out when Trance found me.
“What are you doing?” He asked looking at me weirdly.
Looking up, I regarded him with raised eyebrows. “Brushing my hair?” Duh.
“Why are you wearing my underwear?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Mine were dirty.”
“What’s going on with your vagina?”
I looked down and laughed. “It’s my clip.”
Reaching down, I grabbed the clip that was still hanging on by one tine out of my underwear and tossed it onto the counter. It blended well, so from his vantage point, all it did was make me look like I was packing.
“Why’d you have it there?” He asked.
I checked the eye roll that was threatening and answered facetiously.
“I was curious.”
“About what you’d look like if you had a dick?” He asked warily.
Suppressing the grin that wanted to take over my face, I said, “Not necessarily. More like what it would feel like to have something between my legs like you do.”
He took in the mirth that danced in my eyes and walked up behind me. “Honey, you’d need a lot more than a clip to fill out these underwear like I do.” He teased.
“So my ass doesn’t look good in these?” I asked as I wiggled it against his front.
He gripped my hip tightly, stopping my movement. “Your ass looks fan-fucking-tastic. But we have places to be, so how about you get your ass in gear?” He said just before he smacked said ass. Hard.
I yelped and threw my brush at him, but he’d ducked out the door just in time.
“Asshole!” I called at his retreating figure.
“Always have been!” He called back.
***
“Where are we going?” I asked as I followed Trance through a rear door at the back of the police station.
“Through the back. If we go through the front we have to combat the citizens there filing their own reports.” He explained congenially.
I knew we were going through the back. It was obvious to everybody and their brother we were going through the back.
“Oh,” I said. “So you’re not hiding me?”
He turned and gave me a look over his shoulder that practically shouted ‘are you fucking with me’ but didn’t say anything.
“Hey, how come you’re wearing your badge if you’re off today?” I asked as I walked behind him.
He raised one shoulder before answering. “I don’t know. I always have.”
“Well why wouldn’t you wear your gun if that was the case?” I asked as we pushed through a door that was lined with doors.
“I am wearing one. In fact, I’m wearing two.” He said as he opened the door near the end of the hallway and gestured me through.
I followed dutifully.
“Where?” I asked curiously as he continued walking fast in front of me.
He held up the back of his shirt in answer and I saw the broad black grips of his gun at the small of his back.
“Why are you walking so fast? It’s making me breathe hard.” I said as I took in the large bustling room.
It was one big open space with desks every ten feet or so. Probably fifteen desks in all with uniformed and plain clothes milling about throughout.
I stopped at a table towards the front of the room that had a box full of donuts and a water cooler for a snack and drink while I waited for Trance to notice he lost me. He disappeared around a corner and I turned to survey the array of delicacies.
I decided on a cream filled one first, and finished it off before going to the chocolate covered ones second. I was halfway done with that one when I saw Trance come back around the corner and start scanning the room.
His eyes narrowed on me when he finally spotted me, and I waved at him before shoving the rest of the donut in my mouth.
He made a come on gesture with his fingers, and I followed. Not before I grabbed another donut, though. This one was custard filled.
“Oh man, these are delicious.” I said to Trance once I reached him.
He glared at the offending donut before grabbing my hand and urging me forward at the same pace I told him was too fast earlier.
Yanking my hand free of his, I slowed down to a pace representing a walk rather than a sprint across hot coals.
He turned around again in exasperation. “What the hell, Viddy? Why are you walking so slow?”
“You are trying to hide me, aren’t you?” I glared.
He turned his head up to the roof and studied the yellowed ceiling. “No, I’m just trying to get you out of here before Paul gets here. Is that okay with you?” He growled.
I crossed my arms across my chest and glared. “All you had to do was say that. I would’ve understood.”
His eyes trailed down to my chest, and I followed his gaze to see that the custard from my half-eaten donut had fallen down onto my chest.
Without giving it a second thought, he took two steps toward me and bent his head. Licking up the drop that had slid from my collarbone to the swell of my breast.
“Can I find you two an interrogation room for private use?” Loki said dryly from in front of me.
Trance stiffened and turned slowly. “No, you can take her statement so I can get to breakfast with my mom.”
Loki looked at his watch. “Why didn’t you just come afterwards? I could’ve still been sleeping.”
He wasn’t joking. I’d only gotten maybe five hours’ worth of sleep before Trance had woken me up.
Trance glared. “’Cause I wanted to be gone before...” commotion in the room beyond had us all turning to see Paul coming in with a lawyer.
The lawyer looked slimy as hell. His hair was slicked back with what looked like enough product for three people. His suit was pristine, and his pale pink tie only made him look like a haughty douche bag rather than a respectable lawyer.
“...that.” Trance finally finished.
I could tell the moment Paul realized that Trance and I were there. Mainly because he raised a finger and started yelling. “I want to press charges on that man for assault. His dog, too. His dog needs killing. I’m going to have that dog’s life if it’s the last thing I do!”
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“He’s going to try to have Radar put down.” I gasped.
The lawyer’s beady eyes turned from the young woman officer in front of him into our direction, and he smiled.
His teeth were extremely fake looking and entirely too white. They reminded me of the gum I used to chew when I was younger. The white rectangle kind that you had to press through the foil package before you could eat it.
The more I looked at them, the bigger they seemed to get.
“Do his teeth remind you of horse teeth? Or is it just me?” I whispered to the two men at my sides.
Loki snorted, but Trance didn’t find it funny like we did. “He’s going to be trouble.” Trance observed.
“Yes, yes he is.” Loki agreed with his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
“He’s going to try to have Radar put down for sure, but it won’t be happening. They’ll have to go through me, and about nine tenths of the police force to accomplish that. Radar has saved countless lives, and saved the department millions of dollars. We’ve got insurance on him for this very reason.” Trance confirmed.
My eyes narrowed on Paul’s, and suddenly I just couldn’t hold my mouth anymore.
I started stomping in his direction. Trance’s arm swept out for my wrist, but I twisted out of his hold easily, and started walking across the room.
Paul saw me coming, and his eyes widened in satisfaction.
When I got close enough to him, I smiled sardonically.
“So you think you can come in here and threaten a defenseless animal, and I’d be okay with that?” I asked sweetly.
His eyes narrowed on my face. “He’s anything but defenseless, sweetie.”
My eyes narrowed on him. I always hated when he said that to me. He said it so condescendingly that I wanted to smack him each and every time. This time being no exception.
“You may be correct, but he is a trained police dog, and would’ve protected me with his life only if he sensed a threat. Tell me,” I said as I got in really close to him. “Do your parents know about your spying habit? What would they say if I told them I found a camera in my house pointed at my bed? Would they cut you off of your precious trust fund? What would they think if I told them you liked some more...prolific sex acts than the majority of the US population?”
His eyes narrowed, and he had a tick going on with his right cheek that showed his annoyance.
“You wouldn’t dare. I could have you fired from your precious job. Then what would you do for a living? Not many people are willing to hire a blind girl. One little word from me about you being unstable and unable to be around the public, and your little job would be gone. Sandra was very forthcoming about your inadequacies.”
His smile was evil, and I wanted to slap his face. How I refrained, I don’t know.
I just smiled widely, baring my teeth in a feral grin. “You think so? Sandra was arrested last night for drugs. At a school function no less. You’d be lucky to get anyone to trust her word. Who’s the public going to believe? A slimy doctor with no bedside manner, who refuses to see patients if they’re poor? Well, you’ll see them, but only if they have someone that’s willing to sleep with you. Preferably young and virginal. Or me...an upstanding, blind citizen who’s dating a town hero. Please, sweetie, I wish you’d try.”
Chapter 16
There’s only one thing worse than pissing off a cop. And that’s pissing off his wife.
-Words of wisdom
Trance
“In front of the entire police department no less. That man would have to be fucking crazy to say anything now.” Loki said to the bar.
I was still pissed. I knew I didn’t have a right to be. I was the one who hadn’t told her about the cameras. Maybe if I had, we could’ve used her magical words earlier, but now there was so much shit swirling around our feet that I wasn’t so sure it would make a difference.
Joshua Fine was a good lawyer. A crooked one, but a good one. Just last week, he’d gotten the young rapist I’d pulled over off on charges by none other than the Romeo and Juliet Law.
The Romeo and Juliet Law was initiated to help those minors that had been together before the age of consent to keep ‘supposed offenders’ off the sexual offenders list. Not to keep a nineteen year old boy from going to prison after raping a sixteen year old.
Previous relationship or not. No was fucking no.
“He’s not finished.” Viddy said quietly from her perch at the bar.
We were at Halligans and Handcuffs Bar and Grill. The MC’s pet project. Surprisingly enough, Dixie was the one to bring up the idea of a bar only a few months ago. From there, it’d just somehow...taken off.
Things had come together quickly. Dixie and Silas had put a lot of work into it in the past couple of months, and now we were at the ‘grand opening’ or more like the ‘MC grand opening.’ Since it was more for the members of the MC and their family rather than an opening for the public.
The public opening wasn’t set until next Saturday, six days from now.
“Why do you say that? You had him by the balls.” Loki questioned her.
I was the one to answer. “He doesn’t like being made a fool. He won’t let this go. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not called into the chief’s office tomorrow before duty. He’s not going to be able to let this slide. Paul’s got enough supporters for this to turn to shit really quickly.”
I don’t know if it was some sort of precognition or what, but I just knew this wasn’t over.
However, I vowed that I would enjoy this evening. It was my brothers’ last night, and I had to take them to the airport tomorrow morning at four. They would be flying back to Las Vegas for another week, and from there they’d be stationed somewhere in Sand Land.
Dixie came out with a large platter of hot wings and placed it into the middle of the table we were gathered around, causing us all to fall on it like starving dogs.
“Oh Jesus, this is perfection.” Viddy moaned.
The sticky, sweet mess was all over her face and fingers, and I couldn’t resist leaning over and capturing one of her messy fingers in my mouth and sucking off all the delicious juices.
“Yum,” I said after her fingers slid from my mouth.
Her eyes were dilated, and it definitely was not from the bar’s dark lighting.
“You really shouldn’t do this here.” She scolded breathlessly.
“Why not?” I asked, tilting my head.
She wrinkled her nose, making me want to laugh at the face she produced.
“Because you can’t follow through, you teaser.” She growled low in her throat.
I smiled, showing her the dimples before moving so close to her that she could feel my erection pressed up the back of her butt.
“You think I won’t fuck you here?” I rasped into her ear.
She shook her head frantically. “Absolutely not.”
“Dixie,” I called, turning my attention to Dixie as he walked back towards the door behind the bar.
Dixie stopped and turned with a raised brow in question. “Yeah?”
“Can I borrow your office for a few?” I asked, turning my attention back to Viddy so I could see her face.
It was the color of her shirt. A bright red.
I grinned at her obvious discomfort and leveled my gaze back on Dixie with my own raised eyebrow.
His knowing grin was enough for me; I grabbed Viddy’s hand, barbeque sauce and all, hauled her into the kitchen, and then further beyond to Dixie’s office all the while listening to the catcalls behind us.
“I cannot believe you!” She hissed in outrage.
“Believe it, baby,” I said as I closed the door behind us and then slammed her up against the wall, pinning her with my body. “Now, shut up and use your mouth for good.”
I released my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and then unzipped them while looking into her eyes.
Her breathing sped up as I took my cock out, and then grabbed her hand to place it
on my aching dick.
With a smile of mischief, she dropped to her knees and lapped at the head. Short tiny licks, circling the tip as if she was catching the drips off an ice cream cone.
Effectively driving me out of my mind. “Take more.” I demanded.
Her eyes went from my cock up to my face, and they stayed connected with mine as she took first the head, followed by half my length. Only stopping when her lips met the top of her hand. The same hand that was working my length in tight, slow pulls.
“Aw fuck,” I groaned as I looked into her eyes. “Get up here so I can have you now.”
Her answer was to suck even harder, moving her head and fist in perfect sync.
I lost her eyes when my eyes started to lose focus, and during that time, she let me go with a wet plop and her talented tongue found my balls. She sucked first one, and then the other into her mouth, and I nearly lost the ability to stand.
“Stand up,” I rasped as I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the wall above her head.
Her ‘uh-uh’ moaned against my balls had them drawing up and nearly ready to blow.
“Seriously, I need your pussy. I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”
I was panting, trying to work through the need to come with sheer, iron will.
When she finally released my balls and stopped working my dick with her fist, I grasped her by the hair and helped her stand; turning her around and ripping the tights she was wearing down to the floor.
Then I bent her over. “Grab your ankles.”
She did as she was told, grabbing her ankles until I got a perfect view of her weeping core. “Oh, fuck.”
With that one groan, I lined my cock up to her entrance, and thrust inside, causing her to squeak in surprise. Which was quickly followed by a moan.
“Oh, God. You feel like heaven.” I snarled, pumping into her furiously.
“Jesus, baby. Harder.” She cried.
With those three words, I started slamming inside of her, bottoming out inside of her with each plunge.
“Why.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Feel.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
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