I settle myself into the passenger seat, and she sits behind the steering wheel.
“You like being on top, right?” I say.
“When I have a mature man beneath me.”
She has no men and no sex life. She has her job, her kids and her ex who tries to drink himself to death. My dad keeps an eye on her. She’s family after all. We look after her whether she wants us to or not.
“Your mature men can’t offer you eleven inches,” I say.
Her wide eyes lock on mine, and a timid pink colour paints her cheeks. Her fingers close around the steering wheel and straighten.
I’ve wanted to fuck her since the moment I became a young man and realised what a dick was for. The shit with the Voronins separated us for a long time. I came back—she was a divorcee. She was angry with every man. Now she’s only angry with me. Nikko is good to her kids, and I’m sure as fuck she wanted him for her kids not for herself.
She wants me for herself. But she doesn’t know this yet.
“What about this?” she hisses. “We go to the morgue and after that we have lunch. We go to a motel room and fuck. Then you leave me in peace.”
“That’s a good five part plan.”
Except I’m gonna fulfil part three and four to the best of my ability and alter part five.
I’m gonna fuck her so hard she’ll be sore for a week.
I’m gonna fuck her so deep she’ll black out.
I’m gonna fuck her so raw she’ll beg me for more.
My eyes trail a line down her face and then slide along her neck. She’s so beautiful.
She’s mine.
And I’m hers.
We park in front of a Victorian building, and Ashley is the first to get off. I slam the door shut just after her. We go through a heavy burgundy door, and the smell of death whips my nostrils. A female forensic doctor greets us. Ashley introduces me to her, and Kate guides us to the room where the fridges are. We look at a female body—our serial killer’s job.
“The heart was ripped out this time,” Kate says, “but otherwise it’s the same pattern.” She shoves the body back into the fridge. “This one was killed four months ago. He must keep them in a fridge because the body was very well preserved.”
We go to Kate’s office, and she gives Ashley two A4 envelopes. We say our goodbyes and exit the building.
“Still fancy having lunch?” Ashley asks and looks at me with pity.
“Yep. I’m not a sensitive person. Don’t worry, Sheriff.” I’m an outlaw, and I’ve seen shit in life.
“Or maybe we could go straight to the motel room?”
“Let’s take some food with us, so we can eat it between one session and another.”
She shrugs. “Up to you.”
We jump into the car, drive to the nearest supermarket, and grab some crisps, sandwiches and two cartons of juice. Then Ashley stops not far from a cheap hotel. But not too close either.
I get out of the car as Ashley slips into a trench coat to cover her uniform, and we walk for about ten minutes. The sun’s rays slide over her face, giving her unearthly appearance. The smell of flowers hangs heavy in the still air. It feels so good with her. For a split second, it feels like I remember. And then it feels so new. So fresh. I’m not a boy and she’s not a girl. We’re adults. We lost something, and we have to regain it.
Ashley has never been my girlfriend. She’s always been my dream though. My dream that had to wait until it was safe for the Shadow Wolves to return.
We enter the hotel, and I pay for the room despite her frowning. I always pay. I always will. Ashley just needs to get used to it.
We walk into an elevator. The door closes with a swish and it takes us up to the second floor. Ashley is floating in her own thoughts, her face sharp like she is regretting her decision.
She won’t regret it when I finish fucking her.
We enter the room—it’s rather dark. Red and golden colours bring images of whorehouses to my head. Not what I wanted for our first time, but it will do.
Ashley turns on the bedside lamp, tosses our shopping bag into the chair, and shakes off her trench coat. Then she removes her belt with the gun attached to it and starts unbuttoning her shirt. Her eyes slide over the walls.
“You could at least look at me,” I say, a tinge of reproach in my voice.
Her chin trembles as her glance meets mine. She takes off her shirt and unhooks her bra then tosses it onto the floor and clenches her hands on the back of her neck.
“So,” she starts, her eyes like two abysses of fury and sadness. “Not what you expected, huh?”
No, not what I expected.
“You didn’t tell anyone,” I say, trying to stifle my anger.
“Excuse me?”
She can’t grasp it for shit who she is to my family. She thinks she can live without us. She can’t. Now that we’re back to look after her, she has no right to do something like this again. I’m back to look after her, and I’m gonna make sure she behaves.
“I think everything is clear between us now,” Ashley says as her hands collapse. “You can go fuck your pretty dolls.”
She jerks her body back, but I grip her arm and squeeze it. She hisses as I unzip my jeans with my other hand and free my hard cock. I guide her hand to my stiff shaft.
“I want to fuck only you, Ashley, and this is the proof of my good intentions.”
She averts her eyes as I run my fingers up and down the thick scar on her chest.
“I want to fuck you senseless,” I say, “and then I want to marry you.”
“What?”
“I. Want. To. Marry. You. And then I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. I’m not as educated as my brother but I can say things clearly.”
She tears her arm away from my grip as her other hand sweeps, and she slaps me across my cheek. The blow isn’t painful—it’s so desperate I just want to bury her in my arms and cuddle her for eternity.
“Asshole,” she hisses.
She picks up her bra and puts it on and then grabs her shirt and belt.
“Ashley, listen to me—“
“No.”
She pulls the shirt on and storms out. The door bangs against the wall. I put my dick back into my pants and follow her.
“Ashley, stop. Let’s talk like two intelligent people.”
“I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything else.”
“Why?”
She turns to me. “Why? Haven’t you seen why?”
“It’s just a scar, Ashley.”
“It’s not just a scar. I have only one breast, can’t you see? My God. That’s just ridiculous. One. Breast.”
“The one you have is really beautiful, and I can’t wait to kiss it.”
She rolls her fingers into fists. “What is wrong with your whole fucking family? Is this like some fetish?”
I try to find the sense in her words, but there’s nothing sensible. “What do you mean?”
“You collect these women.”
“What women?”
“There’s always something wrong with your women.”
Anger wells up in my chest. “There’s nothing wrong with our women. They’re smart and brave. Nothing wrong with that.”
She covers her mouth with her hand and steps back, her eyes glassy. “I’m sorry. It’s just that… I’m sorry.”
“There’s something wrong with you, Ashley, but not with your breasts, you know. With your attitude.” I step forward and grab her wrist. “I’m a wolf. When a wolf meets the right woman, they don’t fuck up.”
She chuckles, sighs, and then takes a few deep breaths. “You look like your dad. And he’s such a romantic.”
“I can be a romantic. Just let me show you who I really am, okay?”
“You’re too young—“
“Jax and Athena—“
“You’re too wild. I’m eight years older than you. No, that’s just—“
“Just give me a chance, Ashley.”
“That’s a very good beginning, I guess.”
“I thought you were all dead,” she hisses, tears trickling down her cheeks.
“I’m here, Ashley. I’m not going anywhere.” Our fingers lace together. “Give me that one fucking chance.”
“Alright. Surprise me.”
“Cinema?”
She smirks. “Cinema?”
“You can choose the movie, Ashley.”
“I’ll choose something so cheesy you’ll throw up.”
“I love cheesy movies. I love them all.”
“Really? Friday evening then.”
I take her other wrist and plant a kiss on her knuckles. “After the movie I want to have you impaled on my eleven inches.” I pull her to me. My forehead rests against hers. “I will make you feel good.”
“I’ll think about it.” Her voice is low, seductive.
“I will kiss every inch of your body.”
Ashley purrs. I inhale her, and she inhales me. There’s something mystical between us.
“I will fuck your every hole, Ashley. You’ll scream with pleasure.”
My palm lands on her cheek, and I run my finger up and down. Our lips almost meet.
A police car slowly emerges from behind a house and stops ten steps away from us. Another car moves towards us from the opposite direction.
My mind detaches. “I have to go, Ashley.”
“Go,” she says.
I pull back, but four cops pour out of the cars, and two Feds follow. They start surrounding us. I know I’m fucked.
The cops form a wall around us.
“Ashley Ruiz?” one of them asks.
“Yes,” Ashley says.
“Ashley Ruiz, you have the right to remain silent,” the cop says.
I freeze as they cuff her.
“Everything’s gonna be alright,” I say.
“Take care of my kids,” Ashley says and they shove her into the police car.
My eyes lock on hers as the car pulls forward and takes her away from me.
Ashley
Sive flashes me a warm smile.
“They’ve got nothing,” she signs. “Just some suspicions. No real evidence.”
“Get me out of here.” I’ve been in jail for two weeks—in the police station that was my childhood, my adolescence and until two weeks ago—my job. “My kids… My ex…”
“Your ex is sorted out. Don’t worry. Your kids are safe and happy.”
It means that my ex is probably six feet under. Whatever. I have no sense of guilt. He hit me. He hit my kids. Alcohol had eaten his brain a few years before our divorce. Now that I’m thinking of him I fucking don’t know why we even married.
“Where are my kids?” I move my ass on the parody of a bed as Sive slides down and sits on the floor, the bars of my cell separating us. It’s even funny. “Are they crying?”
“No. They’re very happy. I told you.”
My granddad passed away two years ago. I’m some kind of orphan—my parents went to Dubai to work as doctors after I’d turned seventeen.
I loved my granddad too much to leave him on his own, so I stayed in our little town. The Shadow Wolves MC was smashed so Grandpa and I covered up for them. As always. Our families have been connected since the end of WW2. The Ruizs and the Holmes—always together—a symbiotic mutualistic relationship.
I was lonely; my neighbour proposed to me, so I married him. My granddad retired and made me Sheriff—that’s my story.
“I have nobody—“
“Tyler’s looking after them. He took them to Mike’s chapter.”
“Fuck. You people sometimes ask for others’ opinion when you force them into your care?” I growl with fury and desperation. “Tyler will brainwash them.”
Rose, my daughter, is eight. Ren, my son, is six. They’re very susceptible to the Shadow Wolves’ persuasion.
Sive chuckles and pulls her knees to her chest. “They really like him.”
Warmth washes over my heart as tears prick my eyes. “I’m certain.”
“I’ll visit you in two days.”
“Sure. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. This way or another.” She winks at me and flashes me a devilish smile.
Right. I can always escape from prison, get fake papers and go to live in Spain.
Sive walks off and I lie down on my bed.
My kids are safe. That’s all that matters to me.
Tyler? No, no thinking of Tyler. I’m fucked. I’m behind bars. I can’t afford to have butterflies in my stomach.
Two weeks later, I leave the police station. As I slam the door behind me, I notice that Tyler is waiting for me. He waves his hand at me. I move closer to him, and he leans towards me as though he wants to kiss my lips, but I jerk my body back.
“Let’s go,” he says, his face devoid of emotion.
I nod, and we jump on his bike.
I’m jobless, scared of the future.
I’m free but so fucking angry with myself that I want to smash something.
They arrested me because I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to be a normal cop or a cop with a sense of justice. I couldn’t stand scumbags that killed, hurt innocent people for fun. Zane has removed two of them for me—a rapist, and a drug dealer—he always asked three times whether I was sure. I was. Always. Feds started sniffing, and I ended up behind bars. Thank God, Sive is a very good lawyer—a lot of mob money was spent on her Law School after all.
“We could stop in a motel or something,” Tyler says. “The kids are fine.”
“I haven’t seen them for a month.”
He turns to me as his forehead rests against mine, and his hot breath mingles with mine. He smells all man. Looks all man. His fingers sink into my hair as his grey eyes burn with lust. It feels good. I want to drown into the grey storm of his eyes. I’ve wanted to kiss him since he came back—a man not a boy. It’s just that perfect young women have always thrown themselves at him. I’m not a beauty. I’m a bit too curvy, and I thought Tyler was a dick. He surprised me.
I knew Nikko would accept my appearance, my chest to be precise. We used to talk for hours when we were younger—he’s almost my age. He came back, and I noticed that nothing had changed between us. No sex or something, but there was flirting. Nikko is a wonderful man, an amazing friend. Well, he surprised me too.
“Take me to my kids, Tyler.”
“You’re the boss.”
“Exactly.”
I miss my children more than ever.
And I want to taste Tyler’s touch more than ever.
Maybe…
Chapter 12
Tyler
No fucking way am I going to miss the opportunity of fucking her. I rev up the engine, and we shoot forward. I jump onto the motorway. Ashley clings to my back like her life depends on it, a damn very good feeling. Me and her and my bike—that’s a perfect mix. That’s our exciting present and our happy future.
The kids? We should have more kids. They make your life interesting. More colourful. More challenging, but in the good way.
I turn into a narrow road that’s guarded by high walls of vegetation, and three hours later, we stop in front of a motel.
Ashley slides from my bike and puts her hands on her hips. “Really?”
“Two hours.” I jump off, grab her hand and put it on my hard on. “You can’t do this to me. I can’t ride my bike in such shape.”
She erupts into laughter.
I yank her to me as she bounces off me, and I wrap my arms around her to steady her. “Two hours and then we’ll go to pick up your kids from Mike’s place.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “They’re so busy playing with other kids—“
“No.”
I put my hand on her ass and rub my dick against her tummy. “He wants you, Ashley. One hour. He wants one hour in your hot pussy.”
She sucks in a breath, her che
eks flushed. “Alright. One hour.” It comes out in a seductive whisper.
I press my lips against hers. God, it feels so good. She opens her sweet mouth for me and her tongue welcomes mine. My dick screams to fuck, and my rationality evaporates.
“You see,” I rasp.
“One hour. I feel like a bad mother anyway.”
I pull away and drag her inside the motel. We check-in and tumble into our room, my lips on hers, my hands on her round ass.
“I love you so much,” I say. “Marry me. Marry me tomorrow.”
“You’re crazy, Tyler.”
I pull her hoody over her head then remove her t-shirt. “Crazy about you.” I slide my fingers under the strap of her white bra and pull it down.
“The bra stays on,” she growls.
“No fucking way.”
“Tyler, I can’t—“
“You can. You’re beautiful.”
I reach to her back and unhook her bra. It falls off as my eyes travel to her beautiful breast begging for my mouth to kiss it. I lower my head and swirl my tongue around her nipple. She moans and sinks her fingers into my hair.
I love her moans and it looks like she loves my hair.
Ashley
He draws my breast fully into his mouth and sucks it as his fingers unbutton my jeans.
It’s dreamy. Wonderful. Perfect. My heart pounds in my chest, as my stomach fills with butterflies. I feel beautiful like never before.
Tyler removes my trainers and slides my jeans and panties down. I step out of them. His hot mouth kisses a path down my tummy as his fingers spread my pussy lips. I’m wet for him, ready for him.
His finger slips in. My pussy clenches around his digit. It’s been so long since I was close with a man. Four, five years?
“Relax,” Tyler says.
“Okay.”
“And trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
He chuckles, and I pull at his long thick hair in return.
We move towards the bed, and I tug at his cut. He shakes it off. I pull his t-shirt over his head and unzip his jeans. His hard cock springs free. It really is enormous.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart,” Tyler says.
“All eleven inches.”
“All yours. Forever. My wolf’s word.”
Our glances collide. A realisation blasts in my head. I’m his and he’s mine. Like some fucking destiny.
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