Rocked

by Taryn Elliott

  “Oh baby, you have no idea how sorry you’re going to be.”

  She rolled to her knees and tried to get to her feet but a muddy hand grasped her ankle and dragged her back. “Deacon, no. Wait!”

  He loomed over her, sliding his muddy chest along the back of her shirt as if she were a useful towel. She wiggled only to find herself on her back. The streak of grass and mud down his cheek and his bright eyes brought the laughter back tenfold.

  When his fingers dug into her sides, her laughter pealed through the air. The entire park was cleared. The grassy stretch of land soaked the rain in like a sponge. She was soaked through—again, but she’d never been more happy in her life.

  He grinned down at her. “You think this is funny?”

  “If you’d seen your face.” She arched under him as he resumed his tickling and then rubbed his face against her breasts. “Hey!”

  “I need my hands relatively clean.”

  “What’s that got to do with wiping your face on my shirt?”

  He slid his hands under her shirt, popping the buttons as he moved his way up and under her skin.

  She gasped and looked around. “Deacon!”

  “I gotta say, the revenge I’m thinking about would work really well right,” he pressed his rigid cock along the seam of her shorts, “about here.”

  “Here?” She looked around. Sex in public? She really hadn’t thought Deacon was the type. “Okay, I get it. Laughing at your guy isn’t cool.”

  His eyebrows lifted. “Your guy, huh?”

  Her eyes snapped to his. Shit, shit—no. That had been the most insanely stupid thing to say.

  His grin widened when she shook her head. “Did you, or did you not, just dust me?”

  “Buffy couldn’t have done it better.”

  He laughed and popped another button free. “Well, since you completely faceplanted me into the dirt—or in this case, mud—I think you owe me a little reward.”

  “You guys have been watching too much Netflix on the bus. I don’t owe you anything.” When the tips of his fingers slid along the underside of her breasts the hiccup that came out of her was laced with a groan.

  She should be over him by now. Or at least less attached to her raging libido, but nope. One touch, and she was jonesing for the man.

  “Want me to stop?”

  They were in the middle of the park where anyone could see them, and the storm was still spitting rain and wind around them. The thunder and lightning had passed, but the idea of being under him with an open sky as their canopy was thrilling.

  She lifted her mouth to his, curling her leg around his hip. His cock dug into her thigh through both of their sodden shorts. He rolled his hips until the length of him tucked into the heart of her. The friction was just enough to get her revved again.

  His braced his hand beside her head and the other flicked open another button. He tore his mouth off of hers and found her breast, sucking hard on the tip.

  His name was a cry on the wind, but she was already past the point of no return. She fumbled for his shorts. “Inside me.”

  “Here?”

  “You wanted it here, right?”

  “I—”

  She cupped his balls then his shaft, dragging him out of the zipper and against her belly. “In the rain. Right here.”

  He squeezed her breast and groaned. She could see the indecision there. When he flicked the switch from careful Deacon to the wild man that had come at her in the shed, she smiled. Before she could talk herself out of it, she reached above her head for her bag.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I may be willing to have outdoor sex with you, but I need a condom.”

  “Oh, right.” He reached down his leg to his pocket then held up a packet.

  “I love when you get all Boy Scout on me.”

  He growled into her neck and nipped her ear. “I knew one wouldn’t be enough.”

  She laughed and arched under him, rubbing her exposed breast against his rain-slick chest. “I’ve got three in my purse.”

  “You’re going to kill me,” he said on a groan.

  She let him go and dragged her shorts down. Trying not to think about where they were and just how long of a shower she was going to need after this bunch of crazy, she cried out when he was suddenly there.

  The blunt head of his cock slid over her lips as he arrowed down and then thrust fully inside of her. Leaving the civilized half of herself back at the venue, she rose up at each thrust. The down thrust buzzed against every exposed part of her, and when he was so deep inside her she couldn’t breathe, he rocked against her clit.

  The rain misted her face as he curled around her and tucked his arms under her back to get to her waist. When he tipped her up and he went even deeper, she locked her ankles behind his ass and gloried in the feel of Deacon going at her full throttle.

  Cognizant of his still healing flesh at the back of her mind somewhere, she speared her hands into his shorts and felt each flex of muscle as he fucked her in the wide open. Primal as the earth beneath her, she’d never felt so free or so out of control.

  When he rolled his hips in a methodical circle, she slid one hand up to his hair to grip it hard as her body spiraled. She clenched around him as she chased pleasure once more.

  Nothing before had been like it was with Deacon.

  She dragged him down to her mouth to drown the scream that wouldn’t stay inside her. Spots danced, and the world went into a vacuum for a moment.

  And then she heard a whoop-whoop blast. Her eyes flew open and the swirling blue lights danced around Deacon. He caged her down as he looked over and swore.

  “Hold it right there!” Came a very pissed off voice.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  “I think the fucking was the part he’s pissed about,” she whispered.

  He looked down at her. “Really? You’re going to joke now?”

  She shrugged and muffled a laugh. He grasped the material of her shirt together and tried to block her from the prying eyes of the cop. She peered around his shoulder and groaned. This time, it was definitely not for the fun reasons.

  A freaking trooper. That was awesome. She quickly tucked his still-hard cock back into his pants. When he lifted himself off of her, she used his size to her advantage. Rolling to her knees, she jerked up her shorts, wincing at the mud and grass that was stamped on her butt.

  “Do you have any idea what’s going on right now?” The cop’s voice was just under shriek. “We’re under a storm advisory.”

  “Yes, Officer. We got caught in the storm and hid out in that shed over there. We were trying to get to our car.” Deacon held up his hands, fingers spread in apology.

  “Having sex in the park is not getting to your car, sir.”

  “Uh, no.” Deacon smiled widely. “We wiped out in the mud and...”

  Harper zipped her jeans as she whispered in his ear. “Not helping, rock star.” She pressed her lips together to stop a smile when Deacon’s jaw muscle jumped.

  “You do realize that this is a state park?” The cop nodded to the benches that had been filled with people a short time ago. Of course, now it was empty because of the storm.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The subservient tone made her pause. Deacon really was such a Boy Scout at times.

  When the trooper put his hand on his gun, Harper’s back went up. That wasn’t good. Under the brim of his hat, the cop’s eyes went flat and his nostrils flared. Deacon looked over his shoulder at her, and then turned back to the cop and stood.

  The trooper’s gun was out so fast that when Deacon took a step back, she ended up on her butt.

  Again.

  Deacon whirled around, his gaze filled with worry.

  “Hold it.” The cop’s sharp voice cracked the air.

  Deacon froze.

  “Crap,” she mumbled.

  “Miss, you need to come out where I can see you.”

  “May I hel
p her up?” Deacon asked in a careful voice.

  “Stay there.”

  Harper rolled onto her knees and glanced from the cop to Deacon. Of course they had to get in trouble with the smallest trooper ever. To him, Deacon probably looked like a threat.

  Rippling muscles, almost six and a half feet tall, streaked with mud, oh and tattooed.

  Troopers around here were definitely of the act first, ask questions later variety. She knew firsthand. “Okay, officer. We’re really sorry that we—”

  “Got caught?” he sneered.

  “Well, yeah,” she answered. When Deacon flashed her a look, she had to shut down the laugh that was building. Only they would get caught having sex outside.

  “Get on your knees.” The cop leveled his gun on Deacon.

  “What?” Deacon’s voice rose.

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Let’s not get crazy here. We’re sorry, okay?”

  “You’re under arrest for public indecency and public lewdness. You have the right to remain silent...” The rest of the Miranda rights fuzzed in her head.

  Wait. Arrested? Okay, now there was definitely cause for a fine. Or even a stern lecture. She stepped forward, and the gun swung her way.

  “We have to get back to work. We’re over at the...” Shit, what was the name of the venue? The gun pointed at her fizzled out any smarts she normally had.

  “The Galaxa,” Deacon said helpfully.

  “Yes! That’s it. We were just out to do a fun thing for the show tonight. This is Deacon McCoy. He’s opening tonight at the show for Rebel Rage.”

  “So you think this exempts you? That he’s a musician and that makes it okay?”

  Uh, yes?

  Probably not the right answer, Harper Lee.

  * * *

  The cop reached behind him and came up with cuffs. “Put your nose on the ground and hands on your head.”

  Deacon sighed and lowered himself back onto the soaking wet grass. Rain still misted the area, but the worst of the storm was dissipating.

  The press of the officer’s knee in his back and bite of metal around his wrist made the situation a helluva lot more real now. Especially when his wrists were a bit too big for regulation cuffs. The price of his big body. But damn if they didn’t do the job.

  Mini Cop hooked an arm through his. “Up.”

  He gritted his teeth. He wasn’t a fucking dog. With the rain dissipating, people started coming outdoors again. The minute he saw someone lift a phone, he swore.

  This wasn’t going to be good.

  At all.

  Deacon helped the trooper by staggering to his feet. With his hands behind his back, his balance wasn’t what it usually was.

  “Miss, I need you to follow me to the car.”

  “I need my purse.”

  The squawk of a radio at his shoulder made the cop stiffen. “Leave it.”

  Harper reached for her purse and Mini Cop barked another order for her to stand still. What the hell? Did he think they were going to make a run for it? Or that she had a gun in her bag?

  You’re in Texas, asshole.

  “I am not leaving it. It has my identification.”

  Mini Cop pushed Deacon over to the spot on the grass where Harper’s oversized pink bag lay. He wrapped it around his wrist and shuffled Deacon back across the thick stretch of grass.

  They’d gotten a lot closer to the parking lot than he’d thought. Just another hundred feet and they’d have been home free. At least if they’d been having sex in the car, they might have gotten out of this mess.

  “Hands on the hood, miss.”

  Deacon was used to this reaction by cops. He hadn’t had many run ins with them, but his size was enough of a worry that most handled him proactively.

  This, however, was beyond fucking ridiculous.

  As more people gathered and more phones came out of pockets and purses, Deacon could only point his eyes heavenward. Arrested on his second week of the tour because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Awesome.

  To top it off, all of it would be on Facebook and Twitter soon. When his phone buzzed in his pocket, his shoulders sagged. Probably already was.

  The trooper dragged him over to the back of the car, opened the door, and tried to maneuver him inside. When Deacon clipped his ear for the third time, he jerked back. “Look, man. I’m not resisting. Can you just let me get in on my own?”

  “Officer Bishop to you.”

  Deacon prayed for humility and nodded. “Of course. Officer Bishop, then.” When the cop stepped back, Deacon dropped onto the seat and tucked his head under the doorway before swinging his feet in.

  Harper waved from the front of the car, smiling widely. Right for the dash-cam. Bishop dumped her purse into the front seat, shut both doors, came around to her, and jerked her arm back with another set of cuffs.

  Deacon’s spine snapped straight. “Hey! Not so rough.”

  The cop spoke into his shoulder unit. The orders of their arrest and details of their crime came through in whatever code only a cop would understand.

  When Bishop opened the door, he shook his head. Harper’s blue eyes were blazing, and her shoulders were set back defiantly. Deacon tried not to focus on the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were pushing against the wet material of her button-down shirt. And said shirt had way too many buttons open for anyone else to be looking at her.

  “I can’t believe you’re really arresting us for—”

  “Lady, it would be in the best interest for both of you if you went with the ‘You have the right to remain silent’ end of my instructions, okay?”

  “Bishop, cut your misdemeanor loose, we’ve got a meltdown on the 67 and we need you there for backup. Five car pile-up and a washout on one lane.” The voice through Bishop’s radio was shrill with authority and short-tempered.

  “But, sir, I’ve already got them cuffed.”

  “Christ, Bishop, I’ve got my hands full, and a little hanky-panky on a rainy afternoon is not at the top of my list of arrests.”

  Deacon held his breath.

  “Yes!” Harper said with glee.

  Too much glee. Deacon bumped her and gave her a meaningful look, but she just smiled back at him and waggled her eyebrows. “Tell your boss I love him,” she said as Officer Bishop hauled her out of the car. “Ow!”

  Deacon tipped his head back. No fear. Not one little ounce of it. Cuffed and tossed in squad car outside of a swank golf course in a strange town in the aftermath of mind-bending sex. Of course, this was the way he was going to bookend his first time with her.

  How else was it supposed to happen? Hearts and flowers and a romantic dinner? Nope. Of course, it would be Harper mouthing off at a cop, with her sunflower and rain scent swirling around his head, in the back of a cop car. Was it any wonder why he was already more than halfway in love with her? He laughed at the ceiling of the car as the cop slammed the door and quickly rounded to his side.

  Bishop unlocked his cuffs and stood back. “Get out.”

  Didn’t have to ask him twice. Deacon stepped out and barely stumbled back a step before Bishop shut the back door and climbed in the front driver side.

  “Here.”

  Deacon grabbed for Harper’s bag before it hit the pavement as the squad car pulled away from the curb and shot out of the parking lot. Harper laughed and came at him like a barreling puppy. She looped her arms around his waist. “Can you believe that?”

  “No thanks to you, Lawless.”

  She laughed, flinging her chin back in delight. He tightened his arms on her when she arched away from him then curled her arms around his neck. She tilted her head to the side, her summer sky eyes unrepentant. “I can’t help it. I hate cops. Egomaniacs with a badge. That one had a short man complex on top of it. Double duty douchebag.”

  He didn’t want to be amused, but the pure devil living in her eyes made him hard again for fuck’s sake. “Christ, Harper. We’re lucky he had a more important call, or we�
�d both be in serious trouble.”

  “Aww, is my Boy Scout worried about a little black mark on his jacket?”

  “Jacket?” His eyebrows raised. “Do I want to know why you know that term?”

  “I watch Castle on the bus while you watch Ink Master?”

  He narrowed his gaze.

  She sighed and played with the ends of his hair. “I may have been arrested once.”

  Incredulous, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Once?”

  “Okay, so it was twice. But the second time wasn’t my fault. I didn’t see the trespassing sign.”

  “And the first?”

  She grinned up at him, drawing a zigzag line along the center of his belly. “I may have borrowed a car without getting permission.”

  His jaw dropped. “You stole a car?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “You can’t steal just a little.”

  “I caught my boyfriend-at-the-time kissing a girl at a party. It was in the middle of nowhere Idaho in a field.” She dragged her nails lightly around his neck and up his jaw to his chin before tapping on the indent. “He pissed me off, so I drove his car four counties over and left it in long term parking at a bus depot.”

  “What...or who was in that county?”

  “Well, it was more of a poetic thing. I did a Google search to figure out what was going to be the next town for me to move to and found a little town named Revenge. Seemed as good a place as any.”

  “Just like that?”

  Harper smoothed her palms over his chest and lowered her eyes to his belt. “Have duffel bag, will travel.”

  He tipped her chin back up to meet his gaze. His gut bottomed out, and his smile slid away. “Did you have that planned?”

  “No, but I knew it was time to move on. I’d known Scott was losing interest, and to be honest, I’d been looking for an out anyway. We didn’t fit.” She slid out of his arms and hooked her finger into his belt loop, dragging him forward a step. “We need to get going.”

  “Right.”

  She sighed before reaching up to rub the pad of her finger between his brows. “Sometimes people are only meant to be in your life for a little while. Doesn’t make them any less important.”

  “And Scott was important?”