by Linda Wright
She blinked a few times before trying to back away. Only the bike was right behind her so she was trapped. “Why?”
I curled the ends of her hair around my fingers and grunted. “I’m going to go kill him.”
A shy smile tugged at one corner of her mouth and she surprised me by going on her tip-toes to press her lips to my cheek. “I know you were raised Catholic, and suicide is the worst sin, Patrick. I’m going to go inside if you’d like to talk about anything. It’s chilly out here.”
I stood there like an idiot for another minute or so before my brain started working again and I realized what she’d said. As soon as I did I turned and made my way into her house. I’d only been inside a few other times when I’d first started working as her security. It was warm and comfy looking with stacks of books all over the place.
She’d moved to the couch and was curled up with her feet under her and her hands resting on her lap. Her hair was falling over her face but I could see a smile playing at the corner of her lips.
I sat down next to her and tried to stretch my legs out in front of me. Her coffee table was to close and I ended up just bringing my knees back in. When she giggled again I looked down at her and frowned. “Your house is meant for a little person.”
Stormy’s laughter was sexy as fuck and I had to remind myself more than once that I couldn’t just grab her and attack her. She reached up and slapped my arm. “You’re just a giant.”
“What did you mean out there?”
She coughed and looked away. “I thought you knew what I meant.”
I nearly choked on my own spit. Real smooth. “I mean about not wanting to do this anymore?”
She pushed her hair behind her ears and turned to face me. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear about it. Why is that the part you want to talk about, Patrick?”
“You’re not planning anything crazy, are you?” I rubbed my chest as a weight settled there.
“I don’t know yet. I just want out. I want to live somewhere new. It would be fun to not have the guy I want to kiss be too afraid of the consequences to want to kiss me back. I have this dream of waking up and not feeling scared that someone is going to be waiting in my living room to kill me because of something dad’s done.”
Kiss. That one word coming from her soft lips and I was having to dig my fingers into my legs to keep from showing her what it would be like. “No one is going to hurt you.”
She inched closer to me, the shy girl gone and in her place a woman who was staring at me with a dare in her eyes. “But is anyone going to kiss me?”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I had rules. Rules from my job and rules from the club. No fraternizing. I’d never broken that rule before. I gritted my teeth so hard I was sure I’d have less teeth when I was done.
“I guess not. I think I’m going to head to bed. It’s late.” She stood up and looked down at me with a fake smile.
I’d known her long enough to know that she was sad and I couldn’t handle knowing it was my fault. I caught her wrist in my hand and tugged her onto my lap. She landed against my chest and looked up at me with her big eyes. “Remember I tried.”
I took her mouth roughly. Even though I told myself to calm down I couldn’t. I’d wanted to touch her for so long. I held her hair in my hands and tugged her into a better angle so I could shove my tongue into her mouth and taste her.
Stormy moaned in the back of her throat and pushed against my chest. I broke my mouth from hers, breathing hard. I waited for her to climb off of me, figuring I’d pushed her too fast. She slung her leg over my waist and straddled me before pushing her hands into my hair and grinning down at me.
“It’s about fucking time.”
I jerked her back down to me and kissed her with everything I’d been holding back for years. She bit my bottom lip and then sucked it into her mouth to sooth it before rocking her core against me. I wrapped my arms around her little body and shoved both hands into her little shorts to cup her bare ass.
She moaned and threw her head back to give me access to her neck. I kissed and bit my way across her throat and neck. She writhed against me until I wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by shooting my load in my pants.
My fingers dipped down and I felt wet heat coming from her core. My hips jerked into her at the sensation and she moaned louder. I moved my finger lower and dipped it into her wetness. She was drenched and her lips felt like heaven as I teased them. I’d just pushed my finger into her tight pussy when she froze against me and cried out my name.
“Jesus, you’re responsive.”
“Don’t stop.” Her normally smooth voice was broken and hoarse.
I stood up with her in my arms and moved towards her bedroom. I’d just pushed the door open when she went rigid.
“Wait!”
I snapped to attention and just happened to see what she was trying to hide. I sat her down at my feet and moved to her bed, despite her trying to pull me back. Sitting in the middle of her bed was a large duffle bag full of money. I grabbed a handful and held it up in front of her face. “What the fuck is this, Stormy?”
She grabbed the money from me and shoved it back into the bag before zipping it and kicking it under her bed. “It’s nothing.”
“What did you do?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. I didn’t do anything. The money is mine. That’s not to say it’s clean, but it is mine. It’s money dad’s been giving me since I was little.”
“What the fuck are you doing with it out?”
She couldn’t look me in the eye as she answered. “I won’t lie to you. I’m leaving.”
I nodded and stormed out of her small bedroom. The living room didn’t make me feel any better. Everywhere smelled like her and I needed to clear my head and hopefully lose the erection I was sporting.
Stormy chased me around until she was able to corner me on the porch. Her hard nipples were distracting as hell in the cool weather. “I have to, Patrick! I can’t stay here.”
I slammed my fist into the side of her house and felt wood splinter. It was satisfying so I did it again. Stormy grabbed my arm and threw herself at me. She was crying again.
“Patrick, you’re hurting yourself. Please, stop.”
I looked down and, sure enough, I was bleeding. “What was this, Storm? You just decided that since you’re leaving you’d fuck me for the hell of it? Get my fucking head blown off and then go about your merry way? Because that’s what fucking you is going to get me, one way or the other.”
Fat tears were pouring down her face and she shook her head aggressively. “No one will know. I wouldn’t do that to you. You have to know by now that I’d never do anything to get you hurt.”
I blew out a big breath and looked down at her. I wanted to shake her but I knew it had nothing to do with the danger she put me in. Not really. I’d spent nearly every day with her for so long that the idea of her being gone hit me like a brick in the chest.
“I was going to talk to you about it. I just wanted a chance to see if what I feel for you is real first.”
There was no way I was going to be able to stay angry with her. Not with the way she was looking at me with big, doe eyes and her lips all pouty. “Well? Did I pass your test?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist. “If I say something will you promise not to freak out?”
I picked her up and carried her back inside so we weren’t out in the open. “I don’t know. Are you going to tell me that you’re against sex now?”
She rubbed against me when I sat her down and shook her head. “I’m very much for sex. I wanted to talk to you about it because I want you to come with me.”
I stopped breathing. There she sat, my chance to finally get out of the hellhole I’d ended up in, with a halo practically glowing above her head. I rested my elbows on my knees and tried to remember how to breathe.
“I know it’s crazy, Patrick, but I also know that you’re not really who y
ou say are.” She held up her hand when I jerked my head in her direction. “I don’t have any proof. I just know that you’re not one of them. I just always assumed you were a cop.”
I felt my small world closing in around me. I gripped the phone in my pocket and itched to dial my handler. I had to get out. If I wanted to live I had to get out. If I didn’t finish my assignment I’d never work in my field ever again, though. I didn’t know where the line was between finishing my assignment and outstaying my welcome.
Stormy took my silence as her answer. “You can’t stay. I’m not leaving silently, Patrick. I’ve got a book full of dates and names with all of dad’s business transactions. I’ve had a friend keeping tabs for me and I have everything I need to take the club down. It’s time. When I turn this in, though, they’re going to go on a manhunt for whoever helped me get this stuff. My friend is already gone. She’s safe. If they dig too hard into your life are you going to be safe?”
“Holy fuck, Stormy! Is there anything you’ve set in motion that won’t kill me?” I paced the length of her living room and threw my hands up. “Shit. This is bad. You can’t turn that book in, sweetheart.”
She stood up and glared at me. “You think they don’t all deserve to go to jail for what they’ve been doing? The guns were one thing, Patrick, but there are drugs now. Serious drugs. You’re telling me that you’re okay with them shipping that shit out?”
I shook my head. “There are no drugs, Stormy.”
She climbed onto a chair under an air vent and unscrewed one side of it before pulling out a leather notebook. “It started six months ago.”
I snatched the notebook from her and flipped through the pages. It was everything a DA would need to put Bear away for a very long time. Along with most of the other members. I recognized some of the meetings but in the six months previous to that night there’d been meetings and numbers that didn’t make any sense to me. “I don’t understand. Bear is running a side business?”
She jabbed her fingers to the pages. “It looks like it. A pretty lucrative one. New, synthetic drugs. At least one I’ve heard about is about three times more intense than GHB. Seen any severely unconscious women around the club lately?”
My gut churned and I had to stick my head between my knees. I was being a pussy but I was also having a moment with myself. Not a good one. Stormy knew more than me about what was going on in the club. I’d been infiltrating it for three years and she knew a lot more than me.
“Why do you think they’re hiding it?”
I sat up. “They know there’s a rat.”
She looked over at me and the fear on her face told me it all. “They know you’re a rat.”
I picked up my phone and dialed my handler again. When it went to voicemail I went out onto the porch so Stormy didn’t have to hear what I was saying. “You piece of shit. You call me back tonight or I’m out. They know I’m a fucking cop. I’m giving you an hour before I get on my bike and I pull up in front of the precinct.”
Stormy was standing in the doorway, biting at her fingernails. “I don’t like this. You can’t go back, Patrick. Let’s just go to the police now.”
I tugged her back inside and then closed the door and locked it. “I’m giving him an hour. It’s not like my career hasn’t already gone to shit, but just in case I ever have a chance at working again I’d like to wait.”
“I have over six million dollars stored away, Patrick. You don’t need to worry about working. You need to worry about saving your life.”
I held my hands up. “I need a fucking minute, Stormy.”
She frowned at me but backed away. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Take your time thinking.”
The notebook was on top of her coffee table, taunting me. I’d spent three years wasting my time and I had shit to show for it. I got to beat the shit out of people for Bear and I saw some low grade weapons being traded but I had nothing that could put anyone away for very long, nothing the DA would be interested in.
Stormy and I were guessing that Bear knew I was a cop but it was the only thing that made sense. She had a whole book of evidence that proved they were hiding another side of the club for me. I shook my head. Why keep me around if they knew about me?
An idea formed in my head and I nearly threw up. Could I have really been that stupid? If Bear knew the cops were onto him then he knew he was in deep shit. If he killed me then there’d be hell to pay for killing a cop. If I stuck around, though, I could’ve brought the club down by feeding information to the cops. Unless the information I was feeding to the cops was useless.
“Fucking shit.” They’d known all along. They’d been feeding me information that showed the club was doing illegal things, but no more illegal than any other Tom, Dick, or Harry on the street. It wasn’t any surprise that my handler wasn’t getting back to me. They thought the case was cold.
I slammed my fist down on Stormy’s coffee table and stood up. I’d been played by the club and then left out to fucking dry by the cops. I had to get out. I couldn’t do it Stormy’s way, though. I couldn’t run. I had to turn the book into my boss and keep Stormy out of it.
I made my way to the bathroom and knocked. “Stormy?”
She didn’t respond so I pushed the door open. She was standing in the shower, under the spray of water. My mouth watered and I decided the book could wait an hour or two.
“Stormy.”
She turned to me and wiped water from her eyes. “What are you doing, Patrick?”
I opened the shower door and reached for her. My hand connected with her smooth arm and I pulled her to me. “I’m finishing what we started.”
Her hands rested on my chest and she blinked up at me. “Are you sure?”
I was surprised by the question. Did she think I didn’t want her? I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass in my hands before hefting her up against me. “I’ve been sure since the first day I saw you.”
She wiggled against me and then smiled. “The first day you saw me, you scowled at me and slapped some other girl’s ass in front of me.”
I turned us around and sat her down on the counter so I could look at her. Her tits were perfect. I cupped them in my hands and groaned when they fit perfectly. Her nipples were hard against my palm and I pulled back to look at them. Small and pink, they were enough to knock a man to his knees.
I ran my hands down her slim waist and then across her hips. I wanted to see everything so I pushed her knees apart and knelt in front of her. Her pussy was pink and shiny with her own wetness. I could see her clit and I couldn’t help but lean forward and take it into my mouth.
Stormy moaned loudly and pushed her hips against me.
She tasted almost sweet on my tongue and it took everything in me to pull back. “I had to scowl. Bear wouldn’t have liked it if my tongue had rolled out of my mouth and I dropped to my knees to beg you to fuck me right then and there. You had on this innocent little dress and all I could think about was ripping it off of you.”
She grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up but I stayed where I was. I wanted more of her. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pulled her forward. At the new angle I could slide my tongue into her and fuck her that way.
Her voice cracked when she cried out my name and her body tightened. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and then went back to her clit to torture her more. I’d always loved going down on a woman but Stormy was so fucking responsive. I could tell she was already close to coming again and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
One more flick of my tongue and she dug her nails into my scalp and screamed my name. Thank fuck there weren’t any neighbors close by.
When her body stopped shaking I gave her one more lick and then stood up. “You have the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.”
Her cheeks turned pink and she grabbed my shirt. “I know you’re not a biker but you have the vocabulary of one.”
I grinned at her. “There was a rea
son they picked me for the part. I was raised by a sailor. A drunk sailor. I never was great at speaking politely.”
“I never liked it when anyone else talked that way but when you do it I can feel it straight to my core. I couldn’t say anything earlier but I can’t believe you remember what I was wearing that long ago.”
“I’d have to have been an idiot to not take note of it.”
She edged her way off the counter and then pushed my shirt off. “Have you always wanted to do this?”
I sucked in a sharp breath when she unzipped my pants. “Yes. It hasn’t been easy to keep my hands off of you.”
“I thought about you every night after I came inside. I’d leave the door unlocked and my bedroom door open while I touched myself. I kept hoping that one day you’d come inside and find me.”
My dick was going to explode if she kept talking. She was such a sweet girl. Hearing her say dirty things had my balls tightening. I watched as her small hands pushed my pants down, with my briefs, and then gripped my dick. I jerked and had to lean over and hold myself up on the countertop.
“I never wore panties at night when we sat outside. I touched you constantly. I even brushed against this beautiful dick a few times. You never did anything about it. I was starting to worry that you found me repulsive.”
I tried to answer but her fist was pumping my dick with a tight grip. Then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out before taking it deep. I grunted and tried to keep still when all my body wanted to do was fuck her mouth.
She proceeded to give me the best blow job I’d ever gotten and only stopped the powerful suction when I grabbed her head and pulled her off. When she stood up, still licking her lips, I nearly blew my load right then.
“So, you don’t find me repulsive then?”
I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her. “Fuck no. Never.”
She grinned at me before pulling herself onto the counter again. This time she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close. “Then show me how bad you’ve wanted this.”
I reached down and grabbed a condom. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”
