Cuffed and Briefed (KO Ink Book 4)

by Harley McRide

  I was in my bedroom when Ranger walked in with a large bag and closed the door. “Uh, what are you doing?” I asked and he laughed and dropped his bag on the floor.

  “Kinda obvious.”

  “No, I mean, what are you doing bringing your bag in here,” I said.

  “Once again, kinda obvious.” He smiled.

  “Not really, since we have a young man in this house who tends to come into this room in the middle of the night when he wakes up,” I said and Ranger nodded.

  “I know.”

  “You know,” I said slowly.

  Ranger nodded and walked to where I was sitting and he said, “I know, and I get this is moving fast, but really if you think about it not so much.”

  “How do you figure?” I asked and he smiled.

  “My son is calling you mom because he loves you. I am falling in love with you, so I would guess we are running about perfect,” Ranger said.

  “You are falling in love with me?” I said and stared at him intently.

  “Baby, what do you think we are doing here?”

  “I love you,” I whispered and then grabbed him and pulled him to the bed. Quickly pulling at his clothes until he finally became unglued and helped me. I needed him, now. Throwing clothes to the side, I finally laid back on the bed and smiled and Ranger crawled in next to me.

  “I am assuming this means the conversation is over?”

  “We love each other; we don’t need anything else right now,” I said, and kissed him.

  Ranger rolled with me so he was on top of me and when I opened my eyes he grinned at me. I could not stop from touching him, he was mine, finally mine. I put my hands on his chest and felt the muscles and hardness of his body. I traced his nipples with my fingers, teasing them and finding it sexy they grew hard under my touch so easily, I loved this, I loved him, shit, I couldn’t stop thinking that. I knew he wanted me, I knew he craved me because he had told me over and over last night, but still, the words were what I needed.

  He broke the kiss and looked down at me with lust in his eyes. “You are damn close to perfect,” he said. He gazed at my firm round breasts and smiled. I knew that look as well, he had looked like that several times before he had tortured me with his mouth last night.

  “I take that back. You are perfect for me, only me” he whispered and palmed my breast, I loved how it fit into his hand perfectly. He rolled his palm over a nipple making it pucker and strain to him, then bit it just a little. I had a few marks already, each one showed me how he felt.

  I groaned and ran my hand up his back until I got to the back of his head and held him in place against her breast. Knowing that this was where I wanted him, he focused, and damned if he did not do that well. I felt a tingle of awareness as he drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and rolling the nipple with his lips and tongue.

  I felt his hand run down my body and cup my mound, easily finding my clit and brushing a finger across it. I arched my back and pushed my breast further into his mouth. I felt wanton and self-confident in a way I had never felt before. Being with Ranger was amazing, and I knew if things lasted, this was going to be it, and I was okay with that considering who I got to spend my life with.

  I ran my hand down his back and grasped his ass, cupping it and kneading it. He ground his erection into my thigh and I smiled. Ranger teased me back a little by running his finger over my slit, pushing gently when over my clit but never putting his finger in my dripping pussy. I could feel his thumb rub against my sensitive nub and I didn’t want to wait, I wanted him right the fuck now!

  He released my nipple with a little pop and then kissed his way back up my neck and took my mouth. I felt branded by the kiss, he was staking his claim, one I would never fight. I would never fight him claiming me, never, I knew him better than most men I had dated for months. He pressed me back into the pillow and I wound my arms around his neck, giving back as much as he was taking. Dueling with his tongue, letting him know I would be with him at every step.

  He was possessive and his hand touched me everywhere, making it feel like he was leaving his mark on me with each touch. He pulled back and moaned, “Mine.”

  I smiled. “Yes, yours.”

  His finger ran down my slit again and I sighed, I loved the feel of him taking me, it was amazing, I was already more than ready for him. Ranger pressed against my clit and I whispered, “More.”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I will give you what you need,” Ranger said and bent his head again, this time working over my other breast. I shifted so I could get a hand between us. Without hesitation, I grasped his hard shaft and ran my hand up and down it. I could feel the wetness from the small pre-cum release. I used it to slick my hand a little, rubbed it in my palm, and then pumped him again. All the while he was driving me crazy, how in the hell had he learned my likes and dislikes so quickly? No man had taken the time to find them, but Ranger had. I gripped his cock tighter, I owned that now, I thought. Together, we owned each other.

  His response was a growl against my breast and then his fingers dipped into my weeping pussy. I was so wet he slid right in. It was amazing to feel the fullness of his fingers inside me. He pumped them in time with my hand and I clenched on his fingers wanting him to be inside me. Ranger chuckled at my impatience, he knew I was more than ready. Damn him, he was playing with me.

  Ranger released my breast again and then slid down my body. Oh fuck yeah, he had a magic mouth.

  “So sweet,” he whispered and kissed my inner thigh. I squirmed a little and then settled down while he spread my legs far enough for him to lie between them. Shit, I wanted a lifetime of this with Ranger. I could feel his breath against my wet pussy and I moaned. With the first swipe of his tongue, I bucked wanting him to stop teasing me, dammit. Although it was amazing, sometimes I wanted a fast, no holds barred, we are finally together fuck. He held my waist still and then kissed the top of my mound.

  Using his free hand, he parted my pussy lips and focused right on my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Then bit down gently and I bit my hand, trying to be quiet, feeling the tingling sensation run through me straight to my womb, hell, how did parents do this quietly?

  He pumped a finger in and out of me while he continued to flick my clit with his tongue and I came hard, fast, and shit, I was ready.

  “Ranger,” I sighed and then wiggled a little, wanting him back with me, because I needed his cock inside me. Ranger kissed his way back up my body, smiled down at me, and then settled between my legs. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I wiggled until it was sitting right at my gate. I looked at him and he seemed to be memorizing my face, I did the same thing.

  I leaned up and kissed him. I could taste myself faintly and the thought of what he’d just done increased my arousal. Ranger held my hips and slowly entered me as he kissed me deeply, I groaned at the feel of his cock slipping in me, damn, he was meant for me.

  I sighed when he was fully seated in me. He pulled back and smiled and I ground my hips against his in response, telling him to get a move on. He finally began to move and I matched his pace. Staring intently at each other, neither of us spoke this time. What we were sharing was not something I could put into words, it was special, it was something I would never forget, because at that moment, with our bodies coupling without much thought, only staring at each other, taking in each feature of each other’s face. We were one.

  Ranger moved slowly at first, allowing me to build again. I shivered at the pressure on my clit. When he felt me pushing against him, he moved a little faster, he made sure I stayed with him. He braced his hands on the bed, pushed himself up a little which moved his hips down, so with each move, with each pass, his cock brushed against my now engorged clit. I panted and bit my lip to make sure I didn’t scream.

  He moved faster, with me keeping up with him stroke for stroke, and I groaned when I felt my orgasm building again. Ranger pushed harder, I felt my slick pussy clamping do
wn on him and he fell over the edge with me. Our eyes still connected, so we could see each other’s face when we came.

  He collapsed against me and was panting, burying his head in my neck and I wrapped my arms around him, sharing the love I felt.

  We were both slick with sweat and he must have felt me shiver when reality and cool air finally registered with me. He lifted his head, and then smiled at me. As he pulled from my body and laid down beside me.

  “I do love you,” he said and held out a hand.

  I sighed and said, “I love you too.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ranger

  Waking up with Maria felt right and for the second morning in a row, things started off great. We had breakfast, we talked to Rucker and Velma, and we left the house together, since we were going to end up in the same place today, so I drove her to work which Mace smiled and then texted he owed me one for making his life easier and grounding her today, which in turn peeved Maria (her words), but I made her forget by kissing the daylights out of her prior to getting out of the car. Then I drove to my precinct, and walked in, the captain saw me and stared for a moment and then he nodded and smiled, apparently he liked what he saw, which truth be told, I did too.

  I entered my office and stopped when I saw the stack of files on my desk, they had not been there when I left yesterday. As I neared, I saw they were the files from those booked with a note on top from the captain,

  Prepare, they will call you when they are going to Rikers, you have permission to watch in the guard room.

  I sat down and opened the first one and began to read. One of these pricks had killed Noel, and I was going to crawl up his ass with a microscope when I found out who. Everything in his life in addition to being in jail was going to suck, I would make sure of it.

  When I was done, I stood and walked to the captain’s office and walked in without knocking. “Any leads on who is involved with them on the cop’s side?”

  The captain looked at me and shook his head. “Either they covered themselves really well, or those idiots had no clue who they were getting help from. I think it was a mix of the two, some peon is gonna take the fall for this, while whoever was pulling the strings is gonna sit back and wait to see if we figure it out. Which is why Briggs and DA Roark are not going to ask them about police until they nab them for the shootings. Apparently the DA has announced to the masses no deals will be cut for those assholes if they were involved with the shootings. Ballistics confirmed the gun they found was a match to the one who killed your wife, the kid, and shot O’Malley.”

  I nodded and then said, “I want in with Briggs.”

  The captain looked at me and sighed, “I know, and after they find out who was responsible for your wife’s death I will be able to approve that, but right now, you are still technically on restricted duty until then, so I get you read the files and will be watching the interrogation, but you are not here. So go and get a donut until the DA calls.”

  I nodded, dropping the files back on his desk, and then walked out the door, I didn’t speak to anyone, I wasn’t going to either until I was officially back, then I would crawl up their ass with a microscope. Someone was involved and I was going to find them. They did not deserve to wear the uniform.

  When I got in the car I pulled out the phone and called Tony and asked him to run a few things that popped in the files, namely their juvie record, which would be sealed and I couldn’t get at yet; however, Tony had Cal who could. More than likely I would find the connection to a cop when I saw who busted them in the past. That was how I got my CI’s and while I did not flip them and suddenly use them as my bitch, someone had.

  Then I drove to the Starbucks, and didn’t get a donut, but got some good fucking coffee and waited for the call to come. It didn’t take long, I had only been there a half an hour when Maria called and told me to meet her, her boss, and Briggs at Rikers for the interviews. The entire way out to the jail I thought about Noel, knowing today could be the day to finally lay to rest what had happened to her. I thought about Rucker who when he grew up, I would have an answer about his mother’s death, and finally about Maria. After today, there would be not one thing left to stop me from moving on and making a life with her.

  By the time I had got to the jail, gone through security, and finally found where the fuck I was supposed to be, I had plenty of time to think, which reminded me of the conversation last night, which further reminded me to check with my captain and see about digging up information about previous crimes in the precinct that may be connected when I got the list from Cal. This thought carried me through getting into the jail and being escorted to the guard conference room apparently Maria was using.

  “Hey,” I said when I finally arrived. Maria turned and smiled at me, her boss nodded his head, and Briggs stared at me.

  “You ready for this?” Briggs said.

  I just nodded and said, “Read the files I am ready.”

  The trio walked to the door, and Maria stopped and turned and winked at me when she left the room. The guard who was in charge of the monitor pushed out a chair for me to sit down at and he turned on the screens.

  The young boy was already in there, and I shook my head, damn, he was young, this could work in our favor. His name was Tito Evans, and after looking at his file, I was certain that Maria was going to get everything she needed from this kid. He was scared, and he was not stupid. I saw Maria walk in the room first and walk right to the table and she sat down, the men following slower not sitting yet, instead walking behind the kid and leaning against the wall so he could not see them. This made him flinch a little.

  “Tito,” Maria said and leaned forward. “You are the first one I am seeing and the only one I will offer this to. Now, the reason why I am offering this to you is because of your grandmother whom I talked to last night. Before I get into anything you need to know that your grandmother is pissed. She loves you, but she told me flat out, if you were involved in shooting anyone with the gun we found at your house that she was done with you. And by that I mean, she will not visit you, she will not accept phone calls, and she will not come to the trial. But, she does think that you didn’t know about the gun or use it in anyway. She thinks this because according to her, that gun wasn’t in the house three weeks ago when she tossed your room to look for drugs which she thought you were selling. Because of this statement and because your grandmother is a very nice lady who said since her son and his wife died that you had been very angry, which is understandable, and you had fallen into the wrong crowd but she was helpless to do much since you were seventeen and you were an ass.”

  The kid shifted and glared at Maria and leaned back like this was normal talking in a jail to the DA all the time. “The old woman is wrong, I happen to like my life right now. And I know you can’t talk to me without my lawyer so come back when he gets here.”

  “Really, so you like the fact you are sitting your ass in jail for something you may or may not have been involved in,” Maria said and nodded like it seemed reasonable. “Good to know. Then maybe you are right to wanna go back to your nine by nine cell and chill out, wait for your court appointed lawyer who does not give a shit about anything but clearing one case off his overly crowded desk and who will likely tell you to plead guilty ‘cause you were caught red handed in the clubhouse, and a gun in your house. You can also go back to your nine by nine cell and wait for your ‘brothers’ to come and talk to you, which I am sure they are itching to do since they know by now you are talking to me. They will be itching to find out exactly what you told us, and even when you say nothing, they will beat the crap out of you to make sure you know not to say anything should I come back. Then tonight when your lawyer has still not shown up because you are low man on the totem pole, you can sit in your nine by nine cell thinking about needing to see the nurse because your friend beat the crap out of you, then you can make sure you sleep with your ass against the wall because I am sure some of the guys are probably going to k
now your friends beat you, which means you are weak and unprotected, which means you are gonna be their favorite new toy. So I will ask one more time, is this what you like about your life right now? Is this what you think is cool? Because I have a limited time offer if you would like to talk to me and my friends, but first you need to sign this little paper waiving your rights and enter into negotiations for the only plea deal you will get. This offer is only on the table for the next five minutes during which time I will explain what I want and you can make that decision.”

  The kid snorted at her and said, “Whatever.” And he scratched his name on the paper and then shoved it back to Maria and said, “I signed that so all you need to do is take my statement, the gun is mine.”

  Maria looked at Briggs who nodded and then came around the table and dropped a file on it and looked at the kid. “According to our information, Tito Evans you have only been with the 8-3-0 for less than a year, but during which time you have been arrested four times for possession with intent to sell, spent three months in juvie detention when you were released on your eighteenth birthday, and subsequently went back to the 8-3-0 to hang with them. So far you have not been arrested. So right now you have a clean record. However, the gun found in your house was used in three shootings, one of which resulted in the death of a highly decorated police officer’s wife more than a year ago when you were not in the 8-3-0 but could have been jumping in which we are still looking into. The gun was also used to kill a Juan Lopez who was only sixteen years old, and finally it was used to shoot Falon O’Malley in a drive-by four days ago. You were not there; I know you were not because we have a witness who told us who was. So, right now you are in a good place. You can potentially walk out of here without being charged with dick if you want to tell us whose gun that is. You can further be put into protective custody with your grandmother if you testify to who told you to put the gun in your house.”