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Having his mouth and hands touch me feels too good to care how much I’m gonna regret this. In fact, I embrace the freedom of it, and I scrunch a hand into his hair while I tug at his waistband with the other.
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head at me, taking both my hands and forcing them behind my back, then gripping them together using just one of his. “It ain’t nice to be powerless, is it, deputy?” He sucks hard at my neck, and it strikes me right in the pussy.
His free hand expertly undoes his belt, and he delves in, retrieving his huge cock and making sure it lands hard between my pussy lips.
I cry out to my ceiling. Pleasure and frustration ring through my body as he teases my sensitive flesh with long, slow slides of his cock through my center, and my nipples tingle, desperate for his attention.
He slams inside me without warning, filling me to the brim with a hard thrust that makes my eyes water and my throat sing. It feels fucking perfect, and I hate him for it. As he pumps himself into me and my body comes alive, I don’t even regret giving myself this.
His teeth nip at my neck, and he squeezes my tits in his fists. He’s rough and unforgiving, like he’s punishing me. And when he loses a little more of his control, releasing me so he can grab the surface and steady himself, I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.
His fingers grip my ass cheeks, guiding me on and off his cock savagely until an orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, reminding me why I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this man since that night three weeks ago.
“Shit!” he growls ferally, quickly pulling himself away from me. Every muscle in his face is tight, his eyes dark as he jerks out of me, his heavy cock landing on my stomach. And we both look down and watch him spurt against my skin.
When he’s finished, he looks up from the mess he’s made and pulls his fingers through the floppy blonde hair that’s fallen over his face.
“Wear that to your fuckin’ party.” He pushes himself away from me, tucking his cock back inside his jeans, and buckling up his belt on the way out my door.
“Asshole,” I call out after him, just before the back door slams loudly.
I quickly pull myself together, sliding off my dresser and checking my reflection.
The bastard’s covered my neck in hickies, my tits are bright red and swollen from being squeezed in his palms, and the mess he’s made on my stomach is already setting on my skin.
This makes the outfit decision a lot easier, the shirt, heavy make-up, and prayers are the only things that are gonna cover up the marks he’s left on me. I huff as I storm back through to the bathroom to take another shower, raging, but oddly satisfied.
The guy made his point, and hopefully, now we’ve got this thing out of our system, we can move on. No more distractions.
It’s time to bring Hawker to justice, and going to this party and doing some subtle groundwork will be another step in the right direction.
“What’s gotten into you?” my brother asks when we step back into our cabin. I throw my keys on the table by the door and lay my cut over the back of the couch.
“Nothin’, why?”
“You just ain’t you. No sarcastic comments. Krissy handed you her pussy on a plate down there, and you weren’t interested.”
“You did well out of that, why you complaining?”
“This is about that cop, isn’t it? She’s got in your head.” Screw looks at me seriously.
“I fucked her,” I admit, ain't no use me keeping things from my brother. He knows me inside and out. The fact that I haven’t told him about this before now only adds to the weirdness of the situation.
“I figured.” He shrugs, grabbing a bottle from the cabinet and laying two glasses on the table before pouring a decent measure out for me, then one for himself.
“And don’t judge me, it was before all this shit. Happened when I rode out to meet Jukes.”
Screwy looks at me, unconvinced.
“Maybe another time, since she’s been here too, but only once… and a half.” I watch the confusion grow on his face and knock back my drink before he tries to make me explain.
“You worried about this Hawker business?” he asks.
Of course, I’ve had to bring my club brothers in on what she told me at the station. I didn’t want to. Because just like I suspected, it’s got everyone’s backs up, especially Troj’s. And now the need to nail the bastard is even more urgent.
“Nah, I don’t know what she wants with him so badly. But there’s only one of her. We got numbers, and we got Maddy,” I add, with raised eyebrows.
Screwy nods his agreement as he pours me out another.
