by LJ Baker
“Something amusing you down there?” Luc peered around her head and cracked a half smile.
“Maybe.” She leaned back on her heels to take him in.
How the hell did that fit inside her?
One silky drop glistened on the tip and she poked her tongue out to taste him. Different men had different tastes and Luc was no exception. The only difference was that his taste had her craving more. She’d never particularly been a fan of it before, but with Luc, she could see herself enjoying every drop of him.
She had to think logistics.
Could she even fit her mouth around him?
She was damn sure going to try.
Ronnie licked over her lips, widened her mouth, and sucked him into her. She wasn’t going to fit much more than his head, but she could use her hands to compensate. Her teeth gently grazed him, and he tensed, but it wouldn’t take away from her enjoyment of him.
She used one hand to steady his shaft, cupping his balls into her palm, and the other to stroke over his length as she swirled her tongue over him, popping his crown in and out of her mouth. Luc’s grip on her hair tightened into a painful grasp and the muscles in his thighs rippled. She took that as encouragement to continue, but he reached down with his free hand and lifted her up.
“No more of that, or your sweet pussy will miss out on all the fun.”
She wanted to tell him she didn’t care, that she wanted him in her mouth, but she ached to feel him inside her, too. She had no doubt she could get him hard a second time, have it both ways, but her need overtook her, and she allowed him to lift her onto his desk.
With slow, deliberate precision, Luc unbuttoned each button of his shirt, his eyes trained on her the whole time. Ronnie wanted to reach up, rip the shirt open the rest of the way, and get to the good part, but she held back, allowing him the slow tease.
When his shirt was fully undone, he slipped it off his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Her hands begged to come up, to roam over his tight chest, to pull him down to her, and feel his flesh press hard against her aching breasts. But she held back and waited to see what he would do next.
Luc stepped out of his pants that had been bunched at his ankles, and spread Ronnie’s legs open roughly. She pulled her feet up onto the desk for support and slid her ass to the edge of the cold, metal desktop. He took his giant cock into his hand and rubbed it over her clit a few times, making her shiver with increasing need. She wanted to grab his hips, dig her nails into them, and pull him inside her, but his smile told her he wouldn’t allow her to speed things up, as if he knew what she was thinking.
When she was panting and whimpering, just about ready to scream, he relented, and positioned his thick head at her opening. He waited for her eyes to meet his, then slid into her in one excruciatingly slow thrust. She tried to wiggle her hips, force him to the hilt, but he grabbed her ass, holding her in place, and watched as their bodies slowly came together.
Amused with her frustration, Luc laughed, and pulled out just as slow. If he was going to fuck her like that, she was going to punch him in the face. Not that it didn’t feel amazing, it did, but she needed it faster, harder, to be pounded by him until she couldn’t think. After the week she’d had, it was all she could handle.
As if he could sense her growing anger, he changed pace, picking up speed in increments, until he was slamming her so hard the desk was jumping and scraping the wood floor.
“Is… this… how… you… want… it?” he asked between pounding thrusts, his teeth clenched together as he spoke. He was holding off with all his strength, for her, waiting until she’d had enough. But Ronnie needed more and she was going to have it from him.
She sat straighter, wrapping her arms around his neck, and dug her nails into his back. She thought about whispering into his ear, telling him exactly how much more she wanted, but her body betrayed her, tensing around his thick cock in a painful grip.
Luc groaned into her hair. It was a strangled sound, more like he was begging her to come so he could follow. She fought it every second she could, but it was too late, beyond the point of no return, and she screamed against his ear, exploding into orgasm around him.
With two more thrusts, Luc was following behind her, the head of his cock swelling before he released a hot jet of come into her. For just a moment, she wondered why the idea of condoms had never come up, but she pushed it aside, loving the feel of his burning release inside her.
Completely spent, she released his neck and fell back against the desk, trying to catch her breath. She was vaguely aware of Luc stroking the side of her thigh with his fingertips, his softening cock still inside her. When she finally opened her eyes, she found him watching her with a sweet smile. She’d seen a lot of smiles on Luc, but never that one. And she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
***
“I’m going to need you to sign this.” Mae handed Ronnie her paper after she’d finished signing the usual stack and had went over returned tests. She was twirling her hoodie string around one finger and avoiding eye contact.
Ronnie knew that look.
“Why wasn’t it in the pile with the rest.”
That could only mean one thing. It was bad. If it was only a little bad, it would have been hidden at the end of the stack, worst for last. But when it was held back, saved for later, maybe even only given as a last resort, Ronnie knew what it meant. She had done the very same thing enough times in her life to be sure.
Mae reluctantly handed over the paper and took a few steps back, still refusing to look in Ronnie’s direction. Before reading it, Ronnie looked to Jen and Freddy for a clue, but they both shrugged at the same time. That probably meant that it was worse than she thought. When the two who knew everything about everyone didn’t know, it couldn’t be good.
And it wasn’t.
The words jumped out at Ronnie like a punch to the gut. Just one more way she’d been failing at the whole mother thing.
“Suspended? For skipping school? Are you frigging kidding me? I dropped you off at the front steps? What the hell did you do, walk out the back door?”
Mae kept her eyes down and shrugged. Ronnie wanted to strangle the girl. Her anger rose to the surface and her muscles twitched. She was working her ass off to provide for those kids and they refused to make it easy for even one second.
“You have nothing to say?” Ronnie stood and fumed over the girl. “So while I’m out working to support your ungrateful ass, and buying groceries so you have food to eat, and cleaning everything around here because you are too damn lazy to wash a dish or pick up some socks, you are out fucking around with God knows who?”
Tears welled in the corner’s of Mae’s eyes and her bottom lip quivered, but she stayed silent. Her lack of response only made Ronnie angrier. At least when she was Mae’s age, she’d had the the courage to stand up and tell her parents the truth. Even though part of her had enjoyed pissing them off and Mae definitely didn’t look like she was enjoying any of this. Which was a damn good thing.
“Tell me this wasn’t to be with some boy, Mae. We haven’t even talked about being careful. Or boys. What the hell is happening here?” Ronnie threw her hands in the air and squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment.
Mae stayed silent, her eyes trained on her feet.
“I need you to say something, or I’m going to frigging lose it.” Ronnie’s breathing was coming in fast pants and her hands were balled at her sides. She would never hit her sister, but that wouldn’t stop her from putting a fist through the kitchen wall, which she’d actually done, twice.
“I just couldn’t be there, okay?” The tears broke free and fell down Mae’s face. “We had to do a project tracing our family tree. We don’t have a tree, or we do, a dead one.” Her words rose in pitch until she was nearly screaming. “Mom, dad, both sets of grandparents. We don’t even have aunts, uncles, or cousins. It’s just us. That’s not a tree, that’s a fucking stump.” Mae slammed her books down on the table and
took off running for her room. With each stomp up the stairs, Ronnie broke a little bit more.
Her shoulders slumped forward and she took a deep breath. While she was busy trying to keep them alive, she somehow pushed the grief out of her mind. The main focus was getting by, day by day, just surviving. It hadn’t even occurred to her that her siblings were dealing with it all on their own.
And the sister of the year award goes to…
The doorbell rang, pulling Ronnie from her thoughts. She hurried to get it before she had to get the younger two off to school and deal with Mae. Outside, were two police officers, detectives from the look of their suits.
“Ronnie Falcon?” the female detective asked, her hand resting over her gun.
The hair on the back of Ronnie’s neck sprung up and her stomach twisted into a knot. “Yes. Can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Ward and this is Detective Updike. We need you to come with us.”
Updike had his handcuffs out before she could process what was going on and they were pulling her through the door by her arm. This wasn’t a good time for this. She had to get the kids to school. She needed to talk to Mae. How could this be happening?
“No.” She tried to plant her feet in place, but it did her no good. “My brother and sisters. I can’t just leave them here alone. They have school and I have to make sure Mae has someone with her while she is…” Ronnie turned her head around to see Freddy and Jen staring in horror as she was cuffed and handed off to the female detective.
“Don’t worry. They will be taken care of by social services. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…”
The rest of his words blurred together and went over her head. She was underwater, drowning, and nothing made sense. Why was she being arrested? What would happen to the kids? Was she still sleeping and this was a dream?
Flashes of the asshole in the alley went through her mind. His face, beaten and bloody, barely recognizable. Was he dead? Did he wake up and give them her description? Had she lost her id nearby like those morons you see on TV?
It didn’t even matter.
Whatever it was, she was going to jail. Her siblings would be sent to foster care and she would never see them again. She never should have been trusted with their care in the first place. She was barely responsible for herself when their parents died and now she’d screwed everything up.
Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she could hear the kids crying. Freddy was being held back by a uniformed cop as he kicked and screamed, trying to get to her. Their family was being torn apart for the second time in six months, only this time, it was all her fault.
After being shoved into the back of a car, she watched a middle-aged woman with a clipboard usher the kids out of the house into a minivan. Freddy was still struggling, but Mae was holding on to him with one arm, with Jen on the other.
Social services.
The kids were being taken away. After everything she’d done over the last six months to keep them together, they were being split up because of her. Because of her temper, her anger. Now they would all pay the price.
All three kids were in tears. The younger two huddled against one another like frightened children in the back of the van. Which really, they were. Their terrified eyes haunted Ronnie and was the last thing she saw before she was driven away to face her inevitable fate.
Jail.
Chapter Nine
“I think your little game may be cut short, brother.” Azrael sat on the barstool and swung his legs like a six year old. It made Luc want to knock the stool out from under him just to see the look on his face when he fell.
“What the hell does that mean?” Luc dropped a box of tequila on the bar and started unpacking the bottles. He was starting to get sick of Az’s frequent visits. Michael and Gabriel wouldn’t dare drop in unannounced.
“Your little wrath has been arrested for nearly killing that man. Didn’t you hear? Who knew the bodega across from the alley had surveillance cameras of such great resolution?” Az hopped down off the stool and grabbed one of the bottles, uncapped it, then took a swig off the top.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Az?” Luc grabbed the bottle from his brother and slammed it down on the bar. “Why are you trying to sabotage me?”
“Sabotage you? Why would I ever do that, brother? I had nothing to do with her arrest. And even if I had, which I haven’t, it would be because she deserves punishment for what she did to that poor guy. He nearly died from his injuries. Luckily, he’s taken a turn for the better. He is even conscious and should be able to identify his attacker soon. Which I guess is actually bad for your girl.”
Luc already knew the man’s status. In fact, he’d snuck over to the hospital and helped him along. But Az shouldn’t have that information.
“How would you even know that? You seem to be very well informed for someone who had nothing to do with this.” Luc slammed the last bottle from the box onto the bar and glared at Azrael.
“Just because I know things, doesn’t mean I was involved. I swear to you, I had nothing to do with her arrest.”
“You’re a dick, Az. And a liar.” Harley walked behind the bar and took over putting the bottles away before Luc could smash one. “You know damn well you tipped off the cops. You’re jealous because your father has condemned you to a solitary life, so you want Lucifer to be just as lonely.”
Luc was surprised to hear Harley talk. She may have come up with the game, but she never thought Luc needed a mate. She thought it was a bad idea from the start, and the only reason she came up with this whole thing, was because she never thought he’d find someone before growing bored and she wanted to have a little fun.
“Seriously, it wasn’t me. You know I don’t lie.” Az directed the last part to Luc. It was true. He’d never known Azrael to lie, but he did seem too amused about the outcome not to have been involved.
“But you know who did,” Luc said and pulled out his phone to see if she’d tried to call him. She didn’t and he wasn’t surprised. They’d known each other less than a week.
“I might have an idea. I might also know that she’s being held on half a mill bail, so she probably won’t be coming to work tonight.”
“How do you know so much if you aren’t involved?” Harley’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Come on now, sweetheart. I’m an archangel. I know all kinds of interesting things.” Az winked at Harley and her lip curled up in response.
“So is Luc, but for some reason, you’re the only one who has all this information. Why is that, Az?”
“Harley, baby, come on now.” Az reached his hand out for her and she eyed the knife used to cut lemons next to her on the bar.
“Enough, both of you.” Luc raised his voice, something he rarely did, and slammed his hand down on the bar.
Az and Harley stared at Luc with their mouths tightly closed. Both had the sense not to push him further at that moment.
Luc grabbed his keys from behind the bar and headed toward the door. “Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”
He couldn’t just stand around listening to them bicker and do nothing. He shouldn’t even care. But he did.
“Where are you going?” Az started to follow, but Luc held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“I’m going to get her out of there.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t even care. I’m not leaving her in jail.”
***
It wasn’t Ronnie’s first time sitting in front of a couple cops. It was just the first time facing charges so serious. They tossed around terms like first degree assault, attempted homicide, and caught on film. She wasn’t sure how much of what they were telling her was true, but she knew she was in deep shit.
And there was no one to help her this time.
The one thing her parents always told her, because with the number of times she’d been in trouble as a teen they’d needed to, was t
o keep her mouth shut and wait for a lawyer. Or her parents, but it was a bit late for that. She sat in silence listening to the detectives talk. They weren’t happy with her lack of responses, so they decided to play dirty.
“You’re never getting those kids back. You know that, right?” Detective Ward’s blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun without a hair out of place. She wore a minimal amount of makeup, all perfectly applied. Everything about her screamed control. Ronnie wondered how big the stick she had up her ass was and almost volunteered to pull it out for her.
Not that the detective would have appreciated the humor.
“Even if by some chance you got off clean,” Detective Updike added. “The judge would never put those kids back in your care. You’re clearly not qualified to care for three children. Hell, I wouldn’t give you a stray dog to keep it off the streets. They will be split up and sent to whatever shitty home has room. And in case you’re not familiar how the foster care system works, that’s not good for them.”
“If you tell us the truth about what happened, maybe we can work out a deal, some way to keep them together.” Ward took a sip off her coffee and peered over at Ronnie above the cup lid. She must think Ronnie was an idiot, that she would just confess that easily.
Though she couldn’t fault her for trying.
Even though she’d asked for a lawyer.
Twice.
Ronnie kept her face clear of emotion and stared straight ahead at the female detective. The cops didn’t seem to care that she’d asked for counsel. They were ignoring that fact all together. So, she would show them the same courtesy and ignore them.
“Or maybe you don’t really care about your brother and sisters?” Updike sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Maybe you’ll be glad to be done with that burden. I know I would be. The last thing anyone your age needs is a few kids saddling them down. You’re probably better off without them anyway.”
Ronnie clenched her teeth and dug her fingernails into her palm. He was pissing her off, but she refused to lose her cool in front of two police detectives. That was exactly what they were looking for and she was already in enough trouble. It took all she had to ignore the tingling in her hands and the darkening of the room, but she pushed past it and kept her focus. For how much longer she could keep it up, she wasn’t sure.