Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance

by Lola Rivera

  He flicked that swollen kernel until I pumped my hips. His thrusting fingers and strumming thumb drove me crazy. My thighs clenched and my breaths came in shaky little pants. Just before I explode, he claimed my mouth in a punishing kiss, swallowing my cry as I climaxed. I rode his hand through the waves of bliss and sagged against him when it faded.

  Not far away from us, I could hear laughter and giggling. The palest glow of yellow caught my eye. Gage reached over and tugged on my glowing pink necklace, popping it free. He tucked it into his pocket so no one would see us.

  I thought for sure he would stay still until the danger of being discovered passed but he shocked me by dropping to his knees and lifting up my leg. He dragged my panties off my right leg and tucked them into the white stocking on my left. Before I could even process what was happening, his tongue touched my clit. I gasped and he clapped his hand over my mouth.

  We had done some kinky things in our short time together but this was crazy. There were people out here, running around so close to us I could hear their conversations, and Gage was eating my pussy. It was so wrong, so naughty—and I fucking loved it.

  He lashed me with his tongue. He sucked on my clit and fluttered his tongue over that pink pearl until my legs were shaking. I kept my hands behind his neck. The cuffs jangled softly when I jerked. His hand stayed across my mouth, muffling my moans of pleasure.

  His fluttering tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I started to tremble and feared I would lose my balance and fall. Glad for the tree behind me, I leaned back against it and prayed I wouldn't knock Gage out if I crashed forward. The first burst of ecstasy shattered me. I rocked my hips and tried not to scream with pleasure as Gage pulled my clit between his lips and rubbed his tongue across the swollen bud.

  Still quivering with aftershocks, I slumped back against the tree and tried to catch my breath. The sounds of laughter had faded. We seemed to be safe again in our secrecy. Gage wiped his mouth on my inner thigh and carefully tugged my panties back into place. He rose slowly and lifted the backs of my thighs, coaxing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

  When he kissed me, I moaned softly. Gage sighed and pressed his forehead to mine. "I want to kidnap you and take you home."

  "If I hadn't driven my friends here, I'd let you."

  "I understand." He kissed me again, his tongue slowly mating with mine. "Will you be late?"

  I shook my head. "I don't think so. Maybe another hour or so."

  "Be careful on the road, Meg. There are all kinds of crazy people driving this time of night. Most of them are probably drunk as shit."

  I smiled at his description. "I'll be careful."

  "And don't rush. Drive the speed limit."

  "Okay." I tried not to laugh. I used to find his constant harping on my safety so annoying. Now I understood why he did it. He cared about me and wanted to keep me safe. That didn't mean I didn't have fun needling him about it. "I'll text you at every stop sign and intersection."

  "If I find out you're texting and driving, I'll swat that sweet little ass of yours until it's red hot."

  "Promise?"

  He snorted with amusement and kissed my neck. "I think I created a monster with that first spanking of yours."

  "Yep."

  We kissed again but the moment was interrupted by three blasts of an air horn. I exhaled loudly. "That's my cue to head back." I glanced around and spotted different colors bouncing in the darkness. I noticed an abundance of pink. "Huh. Looks like my team is winning."

  Gage lowered me to the ground and lifted my arms over his head. He fished the handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked them. "Here. Put this back on."

  I took the glow-in-the-dark necklace from him and slipped it back into place. Technically I had just cheated but I didn't really care. I had just received two mind-blowing orgasms, in the dark, on a golf course, at a sorority party. Nothing could rain on that parade of awesomeness.

  Gage swatted my backside. "Go on."

  I smooched his cheek. "I'll see you later."

  "Text me when you get back to the house. Otherwise, I'll worry."

  "Gage, it's not like there's an ax murderer out here on the golf course!"

  "That's what ax murderers want you to think."

  I laughed and backed away from him. "You're crazy. You're hot but crazy."

  "Go on," he said with a laugh. "Get back to your party."

  I didn't want to leave him but did. Carefully, I made my way back to the house. I had no doubt that Gage still lingered in the woodsy spot where we had shared our illicit tryst. He would probably watch me until I got back together with my friends. I couldn't blame him for being overprotective. As a SWAT officer, he saw the worst crimes and offenses. It was natural for him to be so wary, especially everything that happened to me back in Dallas.

  "Where the heck were you?" Lainey asked as we waited for the perky brunette to tally up the numbers still inside the bright orange "jail" circle. "I saw you run into the trees, but then you just, like, disappeared."

  "I crouched down behind a tree and stayed really still." I didn't want to lie but I figured if I busted out the truth, she would get all wide-eyed and freak out. Most people wouldn't understand the whole my-boyfriend-grabbed-me-and-cuffed-me-and-went-down-on-me-in-the-woods thing.

  "Well, it was a good strategy. You guys won."

  I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a quick text.

  Safe. No ax murderers.

  Haha. Very funny.

  Smiling, I tucked my phone back into my skirt. Lainey's eyebrows arched expectantly. "What?"

  She suspiciously narrowed her gaze and smiled. "Don't what me, Meg. I've only known you for a couple of months but I can already tell when you're hiding something. So—who is he?"

  I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t want her to get weird on me when that whole technically-my-stepbrother thing was mentioned. Instead, I said, "He's very nice and sexy and sweet—but it's complicated."

  "Ooh, I love complicated!"

  I laughed. "You would."

  She linked her arm in mine and walked me back to the house. "So spill it. Let me live vicariously through you."

  Deciding I would hold back the family ties part of the story, I said, "Well, it all started with a pair of handcuffs…"

  Chapter Six

  Almost two hours later, I finally pulled into the driveway of the house. I could see a light on in the living room. My heart raced at the sight. As I killed the engine and climbed out of my car, I conjured up the wickedest scenarios. Knowing Gage, he probably had something deliciously dirty planned for our first night together in almost a week.

  With my wallet in hand, I skipped up the steps and crossed the wide porch. There was a light, cool breeze that made the old wooden swing sway and the rocking chair creak. The Halloween decorations I had put up gave the space an eerie atmosphere. I hoped the kiddos who would be ringing our doorbell tomorrow night enjoyed all the work I had put into the spooky porch.

  Feeling playful, I rang the doorbell twice and stepped back to wait for Gage to answer. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Gage's frowning face. Grinning, I said, "Trick or treat, Officer Cruz."

  When he realized it was me and not some late night troublemaker, he smiled and shook his head. "I'm all out of candy and lollipops, sweetheart."

  I traced the white S.W.A.T. logo on his t-shirt. "Well, I'm sure you've got something else I can put in my mouth and suck on, Officer Cruz."

  "I've got something in mind." Chuckling, he snatched my hand and dragged me into the house. He kicked the door shut and pressed me back against it. He flipped the dead bolt before crushing his mouth to mine. I groaned and clutched at his shirt, dropping my wallet to the floor without a care.

  Gage devoured my mouth, his tongue stabbing between my lips and mastering mine. I held tight to his shirt and let him have his way with me. He crouched down a bit and grasped the backs of my thighs. I lifted my legs to his waist and let him suppo
rt me against the door.

  My greedy hands slid under his shirt. I loved the feel of his chiseled abs and rock-hard chest. I tugged at his shirt. "Take this off. I need to touch you."

  He shifted his hips and kept me pinned to the door while he peeled out of his shirt. The second all that sexy tanned flesh was revealed I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his nipple. I sucked hard and made him hiss.

  Gage grunted and tugged on my braids. "I like these. You should wear them more often."

  I glanced up at him in surprise. "Really? You don't think they're a little silly?"

  He laughed. "As opposed to the sexy beer garden girl look?"

  "It was this or the skimpy cheerleader."

  He looked interested. "Maybe we should hit up the mall tomorrow and pick that one up, too."

  I kissed him long and hard. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

  "Better than you calling me a dirty old man," he reasoned.

  "Oh, please. Since when is thirty old?"

  "When thirty is banging almost twenty-one, it's old."

  I rolled my eyes. "Well, this hot young thing wants her old man to get on with that banging."

  Gage captured my lips and carried me away from the door. When we reached the couch, he let my feet slide to the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He had answered the door barefoot so it wasn't too hard to get him out of those tactical pants and his boxer-briefs.

  My mouth watered at the sight of that big, long dick I had grown to love so much. I stroked him with one hand and used the other to fondle his testicles. Knowing just how much he loved it, I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft and over his sac. He groaned and pushed against my mouth. I did wicked, dirty things to him, all the while enjoying the sounds he made.

  Lips wet and with a little saliva pooled on my tongue, I pulled his cockhead into my mouth. He grunted and pumped his hips a little bit. I painted his shaft with my tongue, dragging it up and down his hot, velvety skin.

  Gage reached down and tugged the loosely tied red strings of the corset front to my costume. He grasped the front of my blouse and jerked it down until my breasts spilled out of the white cotton. He pinched my nipples and I yelped. The fiery pang left me panting. I loved it when he played rough with me, especially my sensitive nipples.

  Gage abandoned my breasts and clasped my head. He started to fuck my mouth with short, shallow thrusts. I put my palms on his thighs for support and relaxed my jaw. I loved being used this way, loved submitting totally to him as he took pleasure from my lips and tongue.

  My clit throbbed and tremors of excitement rushed through my core as he thrust faster and deeper. I hummed around his dick and swirled my tongue over the head when he pulled back just enough to keep it between my lips. Sucking hard on his cock, I fondled his sac and gave it a playful tug.

  Gage grasped me by the arms, lifted me straight up and spun me around. He pushed my upper back until I fell forward and ended up draped over the arm of the couch. I gasped as he grabbed my panties and ripped them free from my body. The scraps fell to the floor.

  "Open your legs," he ordered, his voice gruff and needy. "I'm going to plow your pussy until you scream."

  I whimpered with enthusiasm and lifted my ass in the air, more than ready for his invading cock. He flipped up my skirt and smacked my ass cheeks a few time. The sharp sting felt so fucking good. My vagina clenched, and I shoved back against him. "Fuck me, Gage. Please!"

  He laughed as his palm cracked my jiggling ass a few more times. "Such a dirty little girl," he whispered lovingly. "Listen to you begging for my dick."

  "Need you," I pleaded. "Want you."

  The head of his cock nudged my pussy. I widened my thighs even more and welcomed his probing dick. I had only been having sex for a month so I was still so tight. Gage's massive tool breached my opening and slid home with one hard thrust.

  "Ah!" My feet came up off the floor, my heavy Mary Jane shoes dangling inches from the hardwood planks.

  "Take it, sugar." Gage snapped his hips and plowed my dripping wet pussy. The slickness seeping from my core eased the friction between our bodies and made the fast, hard thrusts enjoyable for both of us.

  I cried out as he fucked me like a wild man. I shook as each deep thrust drove me into the couch. The leather arm rubbed against me in the most exciting way and pushed my arousal higher and higher. I squirmed beneath him and tried to get even more stimulation on my pulsing clit.

  Gage grabbed my braids and tugged hard, lifting my head and shoulders up off the couch. He used my braided hair like reins as he rode me for all I was worth. His dick slammed into me and I started to tremble as those first flickers of orgasm rattled my core. I shuddered uncontrollably as I came all over that rigid shaft still gliding in and out of my pussy like a well-oiled piston.

  Gage didn't come with me. Always a master of control, he held back and picked me right up off the couch. He dropped me onto it and knelt on the floor in front of the cushions. He dragged my ass to the edge and aligned his cock with my body. I lifted my legs in the air, ready to welcome him back into my body.

  "Higher," Gage ordered. "Put those legs up higher, Meg. I want your feet up by your head."

  My eyes widened at his instruction but I did my best to achieve what he wanted. I grasped my ankles and pulled my feet up by my ears. I wasn't nearly as limber as I used to be but I could manage this.

  The second his dick plunged deep inside me, I understood why he wanted me so open to him. "Oh!”

  His cock was jammed so deep inside me. His thick shaft stretched me so much I panted and dug my nails into my own flesh. His fingertips swirled over my clit, my juice coating the pink pearl and helping his fingers slide over it unimpeded. It took just a few seconds of that shockingly deep stroking and his fingers strumming my clit for me to come for the second time.

  That climax punched me in the gut, knocking the air from my lungs as rapturous waves engulfed me. Gage pumped his hips and fucked me with short, forceful bursts. He hit my g-spot again and again. That shuddery, panicky sensation fluttered in my lower belly. Gage's fingers stimulated my clit faster now, forcing my second climax into a third.

  I shrieked as I gushed around him. Gage growled excitedly and started to really jackhammer me. I couldn't breathe or even process thoughts as he pounded into me. I rode a never-ending wave of climax, each peak higher and better than the last. Gage groaned with appreciation as my body responded to his skillful thrusts and masterful fingers.

  Limp with pleasure, I let him drag me down to the floor. He covered my body with his and kissed me until I was dizzy and trembling. He pumped into me at a slower pace now. Stroking slow and easy, he made love to me. He seemed to have assuaged his wild need to reclaim and mark me as his own.

  With the gentle tenderness I had come to love, Gage rocked against me. His tongue danced with mine. I caressed his sides and sighed as he peppered kisses up and down my neck and along my shoulders. After coming so hard and so much, I couldn’t possibly come again. This was all about Gage.

  He slammed deep and went rigid as his climax tore through him. He grunted my name while his hot cum filled me. In the back of mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if I missed a pill or it didn’t work. The idea of an unplanned pregnancy didn’t scare me nearly as much as it should have. It wasn’t hard to imagine Gage as a father. He would be the hands-on type, feeding and changing and bathing his baby in the most gentle and protective way.

  You’re crazy. Stop thinking about things like that. You’ve been with him for a month.

  But as Gage slumped toward me and claimed my mouth so lovingly, I couldn’t ignore the aching, yearning pulse inside my chest that wondered if maybe, just maybe, someday, that might be our future.

  Our mouths mated sensually as we caressed and groped on the cool hardwood floor. Eventually, the wood became uncomfortable. Gage helped me to my feet and kissed my forehead. Feeling totally debauched but satisfied, I made my
way upstairs to get out of my costume and into something more comfortable. When I skipped back downstairs wearing one of his t-shirts, I found Gage on the couch waiting for me. There was a glass of my favorite hibiscus iced tea waiting on a coaster. It was the little things that made him so amazing.

  Gage opened his arms and motioned to the spot next to him on the couch. I snuggled up against him and he wrapped me in the soft throw from the back of the couch. He handed me my tea, and I took a long sip. "Are you working tomorrow night?"

  He shook his head. "I'm on-call but I'm still technically on days off for training. Why? You want to go wrap our neighbors' houses or something?"

  I laughed at that mischief smile of his. "Wouldn’t that be hilarious?"

  "And vandalism," he remarked. "Considering some of the uptight assholes in this neighborhood, I wouldn't want to risk it."

  I pouted dramatically. "You're no fun."

  "That's what happens when you get old and have a mortgage and need your health insurance benefits." He picked up the remote control. "Scary movie or something else?"

  I wrinkled my nose. "I don't like scary films. Find something else."

  "Action it is." He flicked to the premium channels and found a movie that was about to start. I wasn't a big fan of the explosions and gunfire and ass-kicking genre, but I was just glad to have Gage back in the house. Spending almost an entire week alone without him had been torture. I had put in a lot of time in the library on campus and with friends in the evenings to keep busy. Coming home to an empty house hadn't been fun.

  "What are you thinking about, Meg?" Gage pushed the strands of hair that had escaped my braid behind my ear. "I can hear the wheels turning in that big, smart brain of yours."

  I glanced over at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the television screen mounted on the opposite wall. "Just that I'm glad you're home. It was lonely here without you."

  "I know the feeling. Sitting here tonight while I waited for you go to get back was so strange. I've gotten used to having you underfoot all the time."