Keys To My Cuffs (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 4)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I moaned.

  Then he started stripping his clothes.

  First his shirt, then his belt.

  His belt hit the bedside table with a thump, and I froze at the sound of his heavy gun hitting the wood of the table.

  But he quickly recaptured my attention when he started unbuttoning his black pants before letting them fall to the ground.

  He wasn’t wearing underwear.

  Or if he was, he took them off at the same time, because as soon as his dick cleared the confines, he sprung free.

  His dick was large, thick, and pulsating.

  The crown was thick and purple, and the shaft was a ruddy red with thick, pulsing veins running up the length.

  It looked mean and angry, and I longed to get my lips around it.

  He, on the other hand, had other ideas.

  With a quick flick, he opened his wallet, stuck his finger in between the folds, and removed a black foiled packet, which he tore open with his teeth.

  He blew the piece of foil he’d ripped off the package away with a quick breath, and used his nimble fingers to remove the circle of latex from its sheath. Quickly, he rolled it on in jerky, stiff movements. He had to stop and start over twice as he looked at me, but my eyes were all for his big dick.

  Finally getting it on correctly, he stalked towards the bed, and crawled up between my thighs, giving me most of his weight.

  His neck was at my eye level, and his cock was lined up with my wet slit.

  He rocked back and forth slowly, allowing the length of him to become coated in my juices.

  Moving my eyes from the thin white line around his neck to his eyes, I found them staring at me in question.

  With a nod of my head, he withdrew until the meaty head of his cock was lined up with my entrance.

  With a slow push, he started entering me.

  Once he got an inch in, he slowly pulled back and then started forging forward again.

  He repeated this four more times until he was seated fully inside of me.

  The large globes of his balls were snuggled up tight against my ass and his thick cock had me so filled that I didn’t know where I started and he began.

  “You fill me up,” I whispered against his neck.

  My lips met the raised line of his scar, and I snuck my tongue out and traced the line with the wet heat of it.

  He growled savagely before pulling out fully, and then slamming back inside.

  It was like his nice switch was flipped, and all he had left was the savage beast that had absolutely no control.

  He was only there for one thing and one thing only.

  Fucking.

  He fucked me into the wall, literally.

  In fact, he filled me in ways that usually required batteries.

  And I l fucking loved it.

  With each thrust of his hips, I moved inches at a time up the bed until I was so far up that he grabbed me by the hips and pinned me against the wall.

  My back hit the cool drywall with a thump, and I wrapped my legs around him and took his cock, relishing in the roughness that I’d never once experienced before.

  It was perfect.

  Everything I never knew I wanted.

  He grunted with each snap of his hips, but he wasn’t a talker. He was a doer, and I was okay with that.

  Grabbing a hold of his badge, which incidentally was still around his neck, I pulled him forward until his mouth crashed against mine.

  His tongue thrust into my mouth in the same rhythm his cock took my pussy.

  Hard and fast. Punishing.

  At one point, I could no longer take not breathing anymore and I threw my head back, disengaging our mouths.

  “Come with me,” he panted as he changed the cant of his hips. Now, it was rubbing against that secret place inside of me that no one had ever found before, and I was lost.

  My eyes squeezed shut tightly and the moan that was in my throat bubbled out in a strangled scream as my pussy clamped down on his cock.

  I came. Hard.

  Starbursts clouded my vision as shocks ran down my spine.

  My orgasm triggered Loki’s, and he started thrusting inside of me frantically.

  Long, deep, hard pushes that pinned me to the wall, and prolonged my orgasm.

  With three long grunts, he froze, tossed his head back, and came, too.

  It was mesmerizing to watch.

  His head was tossed back, allowing the cords of his neck to strain. Veins popped out on his arms, neck, and chest.

  The sweat that was dripping off his chest became my own, as he dropped his elbows onto the wall on either side of my head. Which also pushed his cock deep inside of me, causing another burst of pleasure to tear through me.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered against his hair.

  He grunted, and lifted his head up until he was looking into my eyes.

  “I’ve dreamt of that. But my dreams couldn’t compare. Not even close,” he admitted softly, before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.

  When his half hard cock slipped from my heat, I felt bereft, and I instantly wanted him back inside me.

  His mouth close gently over mine before he let my legs go, then slowly lowered me to the bed.

  My knees hit, and he slowly backed away until he was standing.

  He looked around, noticing that I didn’t have a master bath, and grimaced.

  “You can put the condom in the waist paper basket right there,” I indicated with my finger the small mesh bucket in the corner of the room.

  His hands went down to his cock, and he pulled the condom off carefully before tying it off and dropping the condom in the basket before turning back to me.

  “I’d like to stay with you, but my dog’s been cooped up inside for three quarters of the day. You wanna come over and let him out with me, and then stay at my place?” He asked hopefully.

  I opened my mouth, but I was interrupted by my big-mouthed brother yelling.

  “Hey,” Andrew yelled. “The back door won’t shut and the water’s leaking in again.”

  My eyes closed and opened again.

  Now that he’d mentioned it, I now heard the rain that was raging down around us.

  Storms never went unnoticed by me; ever since my mother’s death, I had a hard time staying calm during a storm unless I was distracting myself.

  Loki’s distraction was perfect. So perfect that I hadn’t even heard it start, and it was a doozy.

  “You wanna go out my window?” I laughed.

  A smile lit up his face. “Yeah, actually I do. My door’s unlocked and it’s less of a run from here to there rather than my front window to yours.”

  Walking to my window, I lifted it up and swept my arm in a Vanna White gesture.

  He grinned devilishly, gathered up his belongings, and backed me up until I was against the wall. In a very familiar position.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said against my lips.

  My heart fluttered in my chest, and hope started taking root in my brain.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  “Sleep tight,” he said before giving me another kiss.

  “You, too.”

  “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he teased, before disappearing out of my window, and then diving into his own.

  “Goodnight, handsome!” I yelled.

  ***

  The next night I was surprised to find my room not empty.

  It was filled with a man in jeans, boots, and a leather biker vest that had a scary woman on it.

  Loki was laying on his stomach with my pillow in a ball under his head.

  My owl pillow that I slept with curled in my arms was pressed to his chest by one arm, and he had his face buried in the softness.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  It was three in the morning, and I’d just gotten off from work.

  I’d thought about him all day, and I couldn’t expr
ess how freakin’ happy I was to find him in my room after he’d been a no show this morning and afternoon.

  His eyes lifted, and he stared at me blearily.

  “Come ‘ere,” he said huskily.

  Stripping off my clothes that smelled like embalming fluid, I crawled into bed in only my panties and bra.

  He opened his arms for me, and I curled into his embrace, sinking into his warmth.

  “I need to talk to you,” he said quietly.

  My head turned, and I watched him with concerned eyes. “What is it?”

  “I never meant for this to happen,” he said roughly.

  I froze before I pushed on his chest to get away from him.

  He tightened his arms on me.

  “Shhh,” he said. “Sit still for a minute, please.”

  I calmed, but only barely.

  “I told you last night that I was in the middle of an investigation. But I wanted to let you know that, starting in the morning, I won’t be able to be seen with you.”

  His words froze the air in my lungs, and tears pricked my eyes.

  “If you didn’t want me, then why did you fuck me last night?” I snarled, pushing against his chest again.

  “Stop it,” he snapped back, freezing my protests.

  I stopped, and looked up into his eyes.

  They were filled with worry and despair.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I have to give my testimony at Varian Strong’s trial. And until I do that, I want you to understand why I’m staying away from you,” he said softly, pulling me closer into his chest.

  I laid my head down against the cool leather of his vest and waited for him to continue explaining.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  “He has some powerful friends. Friends that I don’t want you mixed up with. If he thinks he can stop me from testifying, he’ll use everything and anything in his power to do it,” he said jaggedly.

  “Okay,” I agreed. “For how long?”

  Did I sound needy?

  Before last night, I hadn’t believed in love, but over the past few months, I’d certainly fallen off that wagon.

  I was hopelessly in love with this man.

  He’d mowed my lawn, saved me from an asthma attack, and I had a sneaking suspicion he’d been the one to replace the exhaust in my car, but I hadn’t been able to prove it.

  He’d talked with me, watched me, allowed me to watch him, and had been a very charming man.

  I hadn’t realized it at the time, but all it took was the threat of losing him to make me realize what was being taken from me.

  “I’ll still live next door. Still visit you in the night when I can. But any other time, I’m going to act like I don’t know you. It’s only for two months,” he said.

  He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, as well as me, and he wasn’t doing a good job with either.

  “Okay,” I said brokenly.

  “I promise, I’ll come back,” he said gruffly.

  “Okay,” was all I could think to say.

  “Don’t give up on me,” he demanded as he took a hold of my face.

  I blinked slowly, and then nodded. “I’ll try.”

  “You will.”

  “I will,” I lied.

  Sadly, after that night, I didn’t see much more of Loki other than the random night here and there. Which only goes to show that I shouldn’t trust a cop...right?

  Chapter 6

  Beards. Good for more than just decoration.

  -T-shirt

  Channing

  Present time

  “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look so good.” Brittany asked me.

  I shrugged, unwilling to admit that I’d been fighting a losing battle for the past three months. Especially not to her since she was so goddamned worried about me.

  In fact, it’d gotten so bad that I rarely got more than three hours of sleep at night.

  I don’t know what the big deal was. I didn’t even know Loki all that well.

  Officer Bryce “Loki” Rector wasn’t even a part of my life before he was back out of it again. However, I couldn’t seem to let go. I couldn’t think about anything else. I couldn’t sleep because of my worsening nightmares, and I could barely afford my rent payment.

  All of those things were starting to compound, and I really just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

  And I really didn’t want to talk about it.

  I knew she was worried about me, but I had to watch out for myself first, and breaking down in public wasn’t a good thing. At least not from my perspective. She wouldn’t wait much longer, either. She’d been more and more persistent lately, and I knew it was a matter of time before she finally got me drunk enough to talk.

  “It was him, wasn’t it?” She asked softly. “He’s the one that made you like this. Did he hurt you, Chan? Did he do something...bad to you?”

  My back straightened and I stared at her wide-eyed. “What are you talking about? The man never laid a finger on me! What would make you think that?”

  “Oh, thank God. I’ve been working up the courage to ask you that for weeks now.” She sighed. “What are you getting for lunch?”

  I shook my head and looked at the menu.

  We were eating lunch at Applebee’s to celebrate Brittany’s twelfth 40th birthday. Amazing how she’s managed to stay 40 for all these years.

  “I think I’ll have the...” she stopped when her phone started vibrating on the table in front of us. Reaching forward, she answered it and put it to her ear while I continued to peruse my menu.

  I decided on honey-grilled chicken when the alarm in Brittany’s voice made me look up and study her face.

  The lines around her face had hardened into a thin line, and she was scowling at the tabletop like it’d done her a horrible injustice.

  “No, honey. I’ll be there in a couple of hours. Try to calm down. I know baby.” She sighed. “Daddy won’t care that you wrecked your car. All he’ll care about is that you’re alive to bitch about it. Yes, baby. I’ll meet you at the college. I love you.”

  When she hung up, I stared at her in expectation. “What happened?”

  She sighed and started gathering her things. “JJ got in an accident. It wasn’t her fault, but her car’s totaled and my husband’s in a meeting with the commissioner all afternoon. I have to go. Thank you for offering to buy me lunch. I’ll have to take a rain check.”

  “Of course, Brit. I’ll treat you to lunch next week, okay?” I offered.

  She smiled at me gratefully before giving me a half hug and walking out of the door.

  I stared after her with a growing sadness growing inside of me.

  God, what I wouldn’t give to have someone need me like that.

  To have someone to call if I ever needed anything.

  Sure, I had Brittany...but she wasn’t family. She wasn’t my lover. She wasn’t my blood. She was my best friend with a life of her own.

  “Can I get you anything to eat, ma’am?” The waiter asked.

  I looked at the menu and made a quick decision. “Yes, I’ll have the honey grilled chicken. I want mashed potatoes and asparagus, please.”

  He nodded as I placed my order and left.

  I stared out the window at the passing traffic and wondered what the hell I’d do the rest of the day.

  I’d taken off from my second job, which was now in an actual salon instead of at the shady funeral home that funneled drugs in their coffins. I’d stopped going to school, and to top it off, I was behind on nearly every one of my bills since my brother up and left, taking his half of the rent (when he paid, that was) with him.

  It didn’t surprise me in the least that my bosses, Gustavo Amadeus and Ray Platt, were criminals, either.

  I’d read about the secret drug transporting business that Gustavo ran. About how he’d transported drugs in return for money by using co
ffins and hearses.

  I still couldn’t believe all the stuff I’d been so oblivious to; everything that I’d had a sixth sense about ever since I’d started working there.

  They’d always given me the creeps, and it just goes to show that I should always trust my instincts.

  Not that those instincts had worked in time to warn me that Loki was a cop.

  The one man I let myself start to have feelings for was also the one to destroy me.

  God, I was such an idiot.

  “Hi there, Detective Rector, how are you today?” The chirpy hostess asked from her position at the stand.

  I was sitting at the very corner booth closest to the door, and all that I had to do was raise my eyes up a fraction of an inch to find myself staring into the pale baby blues of the object of my affection.

  The waitress’ smile was warm and friendly, but I knew for a fact the answering one wasn’t really a smile, but more of a grimace trying to be a smile.

  He looked good.

  His hair was just as short as the last time I’d seen him, and he’d put on a lot more weight.

  No longer was he skinny. Now he was what I’d like to call buff.

  His attire was much the same as the last time I’d seen him, too.

  Crisp blue jeans, black polo with the letters BPD embroidered above the breast, and a pair of black motorcycle boots.

  Oh, and a woman on his arm.

  ***

  Loki

  “Thank you for taking me to lunch. I didn’t want to keep you any more than I already have,” Dortea, the new district attorney, said apologetically.

  I smiled at her, but otherwise didn’t say anything else.

  This would be our last meeting before I took the stand on Monday, and I couldn’t be any more excited about it. It’d been three fucked up months waiting for the trial to take place.

  I was so ready to get this over with that I couldn’t see straight. My life had been on hold for, what felt like, a year. I had a constant headache for the past three months, and in the last two, it’d progressively gotten worse.

  Varian Strong had implemented every single scare tactic he could to get me not to testify short of actually offing me, which I was sure would only be a matter of time before he chose to try that.