“You know it.”
“Come on, Sherman, stop being an asshole. If Big John hadn’t been here, these two drugged-up fuckers would have robbed me and probably would have shot someone in the process. They were twitching and acting unhinged.”
The cop next to Willy shrugged at his partner. “Sounds cut and dry to me. I recognize the one by the door, he’s a known tweaker and gets into trouble all the time. Small time stuff, though, before today. He has a record. I bet the other one does, too.”
Apparently, Sherman was the one with the authority. He bent, checked the pockets of the dead man, and pulled out his wallet. “Run this and see what we’ve got. Call the coroner, too. Get Charlie in here to help you interview the witnesses.”
“Aw fuck, man,” Willy whined. It was clear that he knew something that I didn’t.
“Sorry, Willy, but you’ll have to close for a couple of days while we investigate.” Sherman’s gaze narrowed on Big John. “Just to make sure all is as it seems. When the shock wears off, sometimes witnesses remember little details that we’re not getting right now.”
Was he insinuating something? He clearly didn’t like Big John. “I’ll keep this until I’m sure it’s legal.”
Big John just stood like a pillar of stone with his massive arms crossed, looking intimidating as hell and clearly not giving a fuck. The law didn’t scare him in the least, where as I had a healthy respect for it. When Charlie came in I recognized her as the officer I’d spoken with the day before regarding my restraining order. She had directed me to the courthouse. We exchanged smiles as she came my way.
“Didn’t expect to see you again today,” she said in a friendly tone. She’d been very helpful the day before, and we’d struck up a fast friendship. Her gaze scanned the room, taking notice of the two bodies. “Don’t tell me one of them is the ex.” She was serious.
“No, no,” I said in a rushed voice. I could understand why she’d think that, considering what I’d told her about Paul. While I didn’t think Paul was in the area, she’d told me not to underestimate a deranged, possessive ex. She’d live through it and had the scars to prove it. Her ex had sliced her face open during an attack that had ended in his death. The scar didn’t take away from her beauty, though.
Big John’s eyes narrowed on me in response to Charlie’s statement, and I knew that he would question me about it later. I hadn’t told him that Paul had been in touch with me because I’d hoped that once the restraining order went into effect it would take care of his interference in my life. Besides, Big John was a hothead, and I knew what he did for his club. The last thing I wanted was for him to go to prison for attacking my ex.
Charlie’s gaze shot to Big John. “Hi, Big John, haven’t seen you in town for a while.”
“Charlie,” he acknowledged in a firm tone, still standing like a Viking warrior. “Haven’t seen you out at the club for a while.” She blushed and shrugged, but didn’t respond. Big John’s comment inferred that she used to frequent the club, which I found very interesting. “You want to take our statement?”
So they knew each other, and seemed to have an easy familiarity that made me instantly jealous. I’d never been jealous in my life, so the new sensation left me feeling confused. I curled my fingers into my palm to keep from pulling her away from him and staking my claim. Good grief, what was happening to me? I liked Charlie. I watched their exchange, the way they smiled easily at each other while she asked him for his statement and wrote it down as he spoke.
Even with the scar on her cheek she was still a beautiful woman. Tall, slender, curves in all the right places, her brown eyes reflecting confidence and intelligence. I suspected her blonde hair wasn’t natural, but with her olive coloring it looked good on her. She wore it in a conservative bun. A couple of times I caught her touching Big John on his arm, making me wonder if there’d ever been anything intimate between them. The thought of them naked and fucking caused me to close my eyes, but that only made the image clearer.
I opened my eyes straight into his, falling willingly into his heat. The dark promise in his pupils set my blood on fire, and my nipples puckered right there against my sweater. I wanted to cross my arms to hide his effect on me, but I knew it was too late when his gaze flickered there, and then he gave me a knowing smirk. I rolled my eyes, getting an even bigger grin.
“Do you have anything to add, Daisy?”
Charlie had to see what was going on between me and Big John, and if it bothered her at all she kept it hidden well. Maybe she’d been involved with someone else at the club. Maybe I was making a mountain out of a molehill. I gave her a genuine smile, shaking my head.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said. “You’re both free to leave.” She returned her gaze to Big John, lowering her voice. “I’ll make sure you get your weapon back. Sherman can be a dick sometimes.”
“Not worried about it, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart! I did not like that. Big John didn’t even call me sweetheart. As I stood there stewing, Charlie walked off and I slapped my hands on my hips, facing the impossible man head on. I could tell my arched brow and pursed lips didn’t affect him in the least. In fact, amusement filled his smoldering eyes, and his crooked grin had no business being so sexy. As I tried to scorch him with my laser eyes, he laughed out loud and grabbed my arm.
“Come on, babe, before I push you up against the counter and fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
Ohmygod! I glanced down at the front of his jeans, my jaw dropping at the huge erection he was sporting. What was so damned arousing? Had seeing Charlie made him horny? Suddenly I was more confused than ever, and fuming, letting my imagination run wild regarding him and Charlie, ready to rattle off irrational accusations. It didn’t even matter to me if they had merit or not. The friendly, almost intimate way that they’d acted toward each other was telling enough.
And he thought it was funny?
I let Big John pull me outside to his truck.
If he thought I was going to let him touch me after another woman had turned him on he had another thing coming!
Chapter 22
Big John
I had a feeling that I knew why Daisy was suddenly pissed at me--jealousy as green as her eyes, which had been focused on me like twin rays of destruction. I wondered if she knew that her reaction to a non-existent issue turned me the fuck on. I guessed at what she was thinking, and her thoughts of me with another woman turned my woman into a tigress. It fucking turned me hard, because it revealed that she thought of me as belonging to her. My dick was hard enough to break concrete, and all because of her reaction. A jealous Daisy was sexy as hell, and I was sure that me calling Charlie sweetheart had tipped her over the edge.
Charlie and I were old friends, and had been long before she’d become a cop, but her association with the club had nothing to do with me. She had once been tight with BK, so tight that it had shocked all of us when he’d turned her loose. He didn’t talk about it, but rumors had circulated that it had to do with her career choice. Who the fuck knew, except for BK and Charlie?
“If you think you’re going to fuck me−”
I pushed her up against my truck and caged her in with my arms. “You’re jealous,” I grinned down into her flushed face.
“And you’re turned on!” she said in an accusing tone, making a half-hearted effort to push me away.
I snorted. “Babe, I’m always turned on when you’re around.”
“That’s bullshit!” she said with feeling. “You didn’t get a hard-on until Charlie showed up.”
I laughed heartily at that. Daisy’s face turned redder, but it was the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes that gutted me. I suddenly realized the gravity of the situation for her. It was sobering. “Babe, there’s never been anything between me and Charlie. We’re old friends.” I moved in closer, hearing the catch in her breath. “I got a fucking hard-on when I realized what you were thinking about her and me. It fucking means a lot to me to know
you don’t like the thought of me with another woman, that you want me for yourself.” The softness of her curves against me finally won out, and I slammed my mouth down on hers.
Like the strike of a match, the flame between us flared fast and out of control. I ground my dick against her lower belly, letting her feel what she was doing to me, and no one else. All the other women in my past had been unimportant, merely outlets to relieve stress. Just that. Daisy made me feel so fucking much that sometimes it scared me. The thought of her being hurt, the image of the gun to her head, had nearly paralyzed me. But she’d proven she was strong and resourceful, and had created a solution that had allowed me to act.
I was fucking proud of her. Proud that I had a woman who was intelligent and didn’t fold at the first sign of trouble. I wanted to claim her right then and there, to show her who owned her. I ground my mouth over hers, slipping my tongue inside, tasting the sweet nectar inside, swallowing her moans. I groaned deeply, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, and then sucking the sting away. Gradually, I pulled away. We were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other for support.
“I’m still not going to let you fuck me in the truck.”
Her sass brought a sharp bark of laughter up my throat. I rested my forehead against hers. “Baby, let’s get one thing clear. When I want to fuck you, I will, no matter where we are.” My words made her tremble, which told me that she wasn’t exactly opposed to it. “It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s in the truck, on a park bench, in the club bar, or in a bed. Nothing will keep me from sliding my dick inside your tight pussy.”
“God, you have a filthy mouth,” she said, but I saw the trembling smile on her mouth.
“And you fucking love it.” Customers began filing out of the diner, but I ignored them. “I bet you’re wet right now just thinking about it.”
“You’re a cocky devil. You sound so sure of yourself.”
She gave me a shove, and I backed up with a smirk. “Prove it.”
Her cheeks colored.
“Hey, you two--” We both glanced over at Charlie, who was walking toward her cruiser. “No hanky panky in the parking lot,” she smiled.
I acknowledge her with a wave, and then opened the truck door. As Daisy climbed, in I helped her with a hand to her bottom. She didn’t need the help, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. Before she sat down I ran my index finger between her legs, right over the core of her. Jesus, she was hot as sin down there. She gasped and shot me a glare, which only made me grin. I shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
I closed my door and looked over at her. “You going to prove it?” I teased.
“Nope,” she said smugly. I didn’t miss the amusement in her eyes. “It will give you something to think about on the ride home.”
Little witch! The thought of her wet pussy kept me hard as stone all the way back to Daisy’s place. All I could think about was fucking the hell out of her, and when we pulled into her drive it was still on my mind. I turned off the truck and turned toward her. “Is your salon open today?” I was already reaching for her.
“Not on Sundays and Mondays,” she explained, straddling my lap like I wanted her to do. “Why? You going to ravish me?” she teased.
“Hell, yeah, woman.” I kissed her, slipping my hands beneath her sweater and running them up her torso to her tits. With a grunt of frustration, I pushed her bra up and out of the way, taking her warm flesh in my hands and squeezing. I tore my mouth from hers and latched on to a nipple. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Daisy moaned and arched back, thrusting her tits out with eager passion. Her hands sank into my hair as she held me against her. The scrape of her nails sent sparks of electricity down my body to my dick, causing me to lose control. I couldn’t get enough of her fragrant, warm flesh, and moved back and forth between loving her tits and sucking on her neck. Her heavy sweater kept getting in the way of what I wanted, and I finally lifted it up over her head, tossing it aside.
“Oh, God, Big John!” she panted, clenching her nails into my shoulders, grinding her covered sex against the ridge of my hard dick.
The friction sent us both into a frenzy of hungry need. I reached for the snap to her jeans, ripping her pants open and sinking my hand between her legs. She was sopping wet, just as I’d expected. I buried a finger deep inside of her, feeling her swell and clench around it.
“Fuck!” she cried, jerking wildly. She sank her teeth into my neck as I worked her clit with my thumb.
I hissed at the sting, adding another finger inside her cunt as punishment, but Daisy’s reaction revealed that it was anything but. Her hips rocked steadily against my thrusting fingers, and it was clear that my woman had one hot thought on her mind. The truck windows fogged up with our heavy panting, and we were producing our own heat inside. Her breathing picked up, and then she was coming undone around me, drenching my fingers and hand with her cream.
“Big John!” she cried out, convulsing against me. I didn’t let up, even when I felt her pleasure peak and her body gradually begin to come down.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” I reluctantly pulled my hand out of her pants. It was glistening. “Look at all this delicious cream, baby.” She leaned back, meeting my eyes with heavily dazed orbs of her own. I put a finger against her lips, spreading her essence so she could taste herself, and then I sucked my fingers clean, groaning.
I watched her tongue come out and lick the pearly substance off her lips. Fuck, that was hot! I almost lost my load right then and there, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I reached between us to free my dick. “Help me, babe.” I dug out a condom and handed it to her. As she fumbled with the package to get it open, I palmed my dick, giving it a few strokes. Pre-cum was running down the side, and right before Daisy slipped the condom on she bent forward and ran her tongue from the base of my dick up to the head. The small puddle of cum on her tongue disappeared when she brought her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed.
Fucking hell! I barely waited for her to get the condom on before I lifted her and brought her down onto my dick. Her long moan of pleasure filled the cab, mingling with my deeper groan of satisfaction. Once I was seated deep inside of her I stretched out as much as the cab would allow, which put the head of my dick right up against a barrier. My balls were in heaven, smothered beneath the warm mounds of her soft ass. I pulled out and thrust up hard, hearing her breath hitch. “Ride me, babe.” I reached forward for her tits.
With a seductive smile spreading across her face, Daisy began to move. “I can’t believe we’re doing this in my driveway in the truck, in broad daylight.” She rested her palms against my chest as she moved up and down.
“If it wasn’t thirty-four degrees outside and covered in snow we’d be doing this on my bike,” I said with smug confidence.
“I don’t know about that,” she said, quivering, glancing outside the fogged-up windows as though she were afraid that someone driving by could see us. She didn’t have to worry, neighbors were few and far between, and only the occasional vehicle traveled down the country road. She wiggled her hands beneath my shirt and cut and raked her nails over my pecs.
“Scratch me with those claws, woman,” I growled, taking her waist in my hands to control her speed. The urge to come was making my balls ache with tightness. With a husky laugh she clawed at me, running her nails down my abs and back up again. Pushing my clothes out of the way, she leaned down and attacked my nipples. “Holy shit!” I swore, lifting my butt off the seat and arching into her. Since my reaction forced her to sit up I bottomed out, jabbing against something deep in her.
From the look on her face and the sounds she was making, whatever I’d done was not hurting her. She was hot and swollen around my dick, her muscles squeezing me with little pulses that pulled the come from my balls. I wanted to hold off, to prolong the pleasure. I wanted to change positions and take her from behind, claim her pussy and her ass, show her that she was min
e.
That all of her was mine.
I released her waist and leaned my head back, deciding to just enjoy her possession, to let her set the pace. It didn’t take long before I felt her grinding her pelvis against mine every time she sank down onto my dick, and I realized that she was working herself up into another orgasm. I grinned inside and reached forward, instinctively finding her little clit. It was swollen and hard as a diamond, and the instant I flicked it Daisy lost control.
Nails tearing skin.
Hands clenching into muscle.
Hearts pounding as one.
Wet bodies slapping together.
The inevitable happened, and there was no stopping the hot cum that jetted forcefully from my balls and shot down my dick. I couldn’t take any more of the sweet friction of our bodies joining and grinding against each other, knowing that the only woman that I wanted, that I craved, that I would ever call mine, was sharing the insanely intense moment of fucking release. I filled the condom surrounding my dick, wondering what it would feel like to fill Daisy’s pussy instead, to see my seed leak out of her instead of flushing it down the toilet.
That erotic image fucking turned me on, but it scared the shit out of me, too.
We collapsed onto each other, panting, covered in sweat, convulsing through our orgasms as it claimed us completely, totally lost as all control was taken and used against us.
I’d never felt so fucking satisfied.
Or open to risk.
For the first fucking time in my life, I hadn’t been aware of my surroundings, not even slightly. I hadn’t looked beyond the sexy woman that had been grinding on my lap. Giving Daisy that kind of power over me was dangerous as fuck, for both of us. I’d fucked in public before, but a part of me had always remained detached from the woman and conscious of what was happening around me. Just being a member of Phantom Riders put a mark on my back, and there were plenty of clubs out there that would like bragging rights for fucking up a club enforcer. They might not kill me, but they sure as fuck could mess me up.
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