The Fight Club - Boxed Set

by Becca Jameson

  “What the fuck?” Darnel righted himself, tugging his jeans over his now-limp dick.

  “Get up. Hands in the air, Darnel.” Dave inched closer.

  Henderson scanned the room and two other officers strode down the hallway, calling “Clear!” as they scanned and searched each room to make sure no one else was in the trailer.

  Rider glanced in every direction, looking for weapons and finding none. He knew Darnel had an arsenal, but for some reason not even a revolver lay in plain sight tonight. That was very unusual.

  The blonde woman crawled over the end of the couch and tugged a throw blanket down to wrap around her body. She looked like she might faint, but she crouched into the corner and made very little sound.

  “What the hell? What’s this all about? Why you fuckers bustin’ into my place in the middle of the night messin’ with me? What’d I do wrong?” Darnel held up his hands. He’d managed to pull his jeans over his cock, though the head remained visible without the zipper and button to contain it until Dave gripped Darnel’s neck, forced him to the floor, and shoved him face down on the dirty carpet. “Don’t get up until I tell you to. I don’t want to have to shoot you, Darnel. Now, I can’t believe you’ve got drugs here again,” Dave said with a smirk, and then he chuckled. He nodded at the coke on the coffee table and shook his head. “No, don’t tell me. That’s powdered sugar and you were about to make frosting.”

  “Yeah, man. Powdered sugar. That’s right. Now get the fuck out of my house.” Darnel tipped his head to one side, shaking.

  “Not tonight, genius.” Dave still held his gun aimed at Darnel’s head.

  Henderson tugged his cuffs from his belt with his free hand and approached. “No sudden moves, asshole, or you’ll find yourself in the hospital instead of the county jail.” Henderson put his knee into Darnel’s back and said, “Hands.”

  Darnel didn’t move fast enough for Henderson, who quickly yanked the man’s arms behind his back and slapped cuffs on him.

  It appeared Darnel was high as a kite. His reactions were slow, and his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

  Rider stepped toward the back of the mobile home to make sure there weren’t any other surprises. There was only one room. He kicked the door open farther, holding his gun in the air. “Anyone back here?” he asked the other officers still checking the room.

  Their response was a quick shake of their heads, and other than piles of dirty clothes, an unmade bed with half the mattress exposed, and a dresser threatening to topple over from the weight of every open drawer, Rider saw nothing unusual. He glanced in through the open bathroom door next. Nothing. “It’s clear back here,” he shouted to the front room. He made his way back to the living room, eyeing the woman balled in the corner. She wore way too much mascara, and it was currently running down her face.

  Henderson made his way through the filth to the back door and opened it. “All clear.”

  “What’cha fucking arresting me for? I ain’t done nothin’ wrong.” Darnel leaned back against the couch and kicked the coffee table over.

  Dave chuckled. “Do you think you can knock that coke on the floor and the evidence will just vanish?”

  Rider was sure that was exactly what Darnel was hoping for. Criminals weren’t the sharpest tacks in the box.

  The other members of the team came in through the back. They wore gloves and carried trash bags.

  “What are you fuckers doin’? You can’t fucking bust into my house and start rummaging through my shit.” Darnel sat up straighter. He looked around as the men opened cabinets and drawers, starting with the kitchen.

  “Sure we can.” Dave still held his gun, although it was lowered as he watched Henderson cuff the woman in the corner. He also wrapped the blanket around her more securely after he was sure she was unarmed and non-combative. Dave nodded at her. “You got ID on you?”

  She shook her head, scrunching back as though she might be able to escape through the wall.

  Darnel complained some more. “You assholes need a search warrant.”

  “Nah, that would just ruin some more trees. How about we just go through your shit and see what we find.” Dave smiled.

  Rider chuckled. Of course they had a search warrant. They had every sort of warrant necessary. With the mounting evidence, it hadn’t been difficult. But fucking with Darnel was a hoot anyway.

  One of the men rummaging through a lower cabinet, stood. “Care to explain this?” He held up a large clear plastic bag filled with smaller bags of white powder and bottles of pills.

  “Fuck you.” Darnel was out of comebacks apparently.

  “And this?” Another cop across the room had opened a ratty-looking shoebox and held up a bag of money he’d found inside, along with a handgun. He whistled, a long low tone that indicated he’d hit the jackpot.

  Dave nodded toward Rider. “I think our work is done here. That was almost too easy.” He shook his head and turned toward the others. “Let’s get this wrapped up and transport these two to a less filthy facility. No one should live in such squalor.”

  Rider chuckled. “You’re calling the county jail a less filthy facility?”

  “Yep.” Dave stepped over the coffee table and made his way toward the woman. She never said a word as he helped her off the floor, careful to keep her wrapped in the blanket.

  Days like this were not Rider’s favorite…

  »»•««

  Emily jerked awake when she heard the front door shut. She bolted to a sitting position and turned to look over the back of Rider’s couch as he came toward her.

  He took her breath away, even in her semi-lucid state. He wore his uniform, his gun hanging from his belt on one side. He looked exhausted, deep circles under his eyes rivaled the faint blue tinge around one socket from getting punched. She knew the blow occurred before he went to work.

  “Baby, I’m so sorry. That took longer than I expected.” He sauntered toward her, unbuckling his belt as he approached. When he rounded the couch, he dropped his gun and belt on the coffee table. He plopped next to her, taking her hand in his, immediately stroking the back with his thumb, distracting her. His bruised eye was slightly swollen. “You waited.”

  “I didn’t have much choice. Gage dropped me here. I didn’t have a car.”

  “You had choices.”

  She had. That was true. Taxis ran all night. Virginia could have come and gotten her. Katy or Jenna would have done so also, or their men. “I needed to see you.”

  “I’m glad you stayed.”

  She glanced toward the front window. The sun was coming up. “You were gone all night.”

  “I was with Dave.”

  “Dave? The cop from Extreme?”

  “Yep. We picked up your sister’s dealer.”

  Emily jerked straighter as she widened her gaze. “Seriously?”

  “Yep,” he repeated. “You provided us with the last bit of info narcotics needed to be sure he was the dealer they’ve been looking for.”

  “How did I do that?”

  “Well, first of all, the guy’s name was all over your sister’s calendar and some other papers. Darnel was his name. And when I saw what he was using as a filler for his bad cocaine, I knew he was our man. I texted Dave and filled him in. He contacted me last night while I was getting dressed in the locker room and told me what was going down.”

  “And you got him?” She leaned forward, unable to believe what she was hearing. Her sister’s dealer, the man who sold her bad coke, had been picked up and taken into custody…

  “We did. And a huge stash of the bad coke and lots of money too.” He took her chin in his hand. “I know it doesn’t bring Claire back, but I hope it gives you some peace of mind.”

  “It means the world to me, Rider.” She turned her face to one side and kissed his palm. “Almost as much as you talking to me again.”

  He smiled. “It was only a matter of time. I couldn’t stay away from you, even if you do have a distasteful mistrust I intend
to cure you of.”

  She winced. “I’m so sorry about last Saturday. That was idiotic of me. I reacted too fast. It was rude and insensitive.” She grabbed the hand he had on her cheek and squeezed. “Will you forgive me?”

  “Nothing to forgive.” He tugged his hand free and stood. “I need a shower. I have to wash the last few hours off my skin before I can touch you.” He winked at her. “Don’t move.”

  “Wouldn’t think of it.” She slumped back into her spot to wait for him.

  And he was fast. It seemed like only minutes went by while she listened to the water run and then shut off down the hall. Before she knew it, Rider stood in front of her wearing nothing but low-slung jeans, unbuttoned.

  Rider got onto his knees on the couch and tugged her legs under him until she lay flat. Then he lowered over her and kissed her, one leg lodged between hers, his palm holding her cheek. His damp hair dripped on her forehead. She didn’t care.

  When he pulled back, she smiled.

  “Listen, baby. Nobody ever said this was going to be easy, but you don’t know me very well if you think I would ever make you uncomfortable in public. I’m not insensitive.”

  “I know. It was stupid of me. All I could think about was my parents’ reaction to my interest in BDSM. And I kept picturing someone at work finding out and me getting fired for being a bad influence. Those things made me react like an idiot. I know now I don’t care nearly as much about everyone else as I do you.”

  Rider sat up, taking her with him by pulling her forearms until she was upright and facing him. “Listen, what we do in private or at the club is our business. I’m not going to share that part of us with anyone ever. I know how you feel about your job. Mine is no different. Do you think they like cops that moonlight in BDSM?”

  She stared at him. “I never thought about that.”

  “I’m not saying no one knows how my tastes run, but the number of people is few. It’s my business what I do on my off time. As long as I’m not hurting anyone or breaking the law, it’s cool. My boss knows. I didn’t want him to hear it from someone else. And Dave knows, of course, but other than that, I don’t discuss my tastes with the other police officers.”

  Emily nodded. “Right. Of course.”

  He lifted her chin again with a finger. “I’m not so crass that I can’t eat dinner with regular people without saying something to make them have a heart attack. And contrary to anything I’ve demonstrated so far, I can actually go more than one hour without fucking you.” He grinned.

  She melted a little. Whatever worries she’d harbored had been dumb and unfounded. She glanced at her watch. “I’m pretty sure you made me wait far more than an hour here this time. You totally owe me several times over.”

  His smiled widened. “I’ll pay up. Gladly.”

  She reached with one hand and stroked the crease in his brow. “You’re exhausted. You need sleep.”

  “Not as much as I need you naked beneath me.”

  Her pussy clenched at the announcement. She needed him too.

  “You said last night you needed me.”

  “You were listening.” She softened.

  “Of course I was listening. And I need you too.” He pulled her close and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I hope you don’t have panties on under those jeans,” he mumbled.

  She grinned, almost wishing she did just to entice him to take action against her infraction.

  Suddenly, Rider was on his feet. When he bonked into the coffee table, her gaze shot to his gun.

  She cringed. Guns were not her thing. She’d need to get over that if she was going to date a cop.

  He must have sensed her unease. “I’ll teach you to shoot, Em.”

  She jerked her gaze back to his and shook her head. “I don’t want to know how to shoot.”

  “You can’t live in a home where there are guns unless you know how to use them.”

  Live? She didn’t live here.

  He pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck. “You’ll be safer, and I’ll be more relaxed if I know you’re confident around guns.”

  She shivered, both from his words and his mouth on her neck. She didn’t want to talk about shooting or guns right now.

  The breath whooshed out of her when he lifted her off the couch as though she weighed nothing and swung her over his shoulder. His hand landed on her ass to steady her.

  Emily squealed. “God, Rider. Put me down.” She tried to get purchase on his back with her hands to keep from falling but there was nothing to grasp on his bare back. Instead she flattened her hands on his firm muscles and tried to keep from toppling.

  She’d wandered around his house for over an hour in the middle of the night, so she knew where things were. She’d used the bathroom a few times and stood at the entrance to the master bedroom, but she hadn’t gone inside.

  Now she found herself flung onto his bed, where she bounced back up with an oomph.

  Rider nailed her with his gaze and proceeded to pull off his jeans. When he was completely naked and she lay frozen in the spot where he’d dumped her, he climbed over her body.

  Rider met her gaze, which he held as he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. “Do I need to spank you?”

  She bit her lower lip to keep from grinning or moaning, both emotions running amuck inside her.

  Rider tapped her hips and eased her jeans down her legs when she lifted up. “I don’t know whether to be happy you obeyed me finally or sad for the missed opportunity to pinken your ass.”

  “Sorry to both please and disappoint.”

  Rider climbed back up her body, his hands landing on her waist and pushing her shirt over her head. Next he popped the front clasp on her bra. It fell open, relieving her of the constraining fabric. “You’re so sexy, Em.” His voice was deep, reverent, as he cupped her breasts from the sides and molded them with both hands.

  She moaned into his touch. Already her body was on high alert, ready for him. She needed him inside her. Now.

  He had other plans. He lowered his face and flicked his tongue over her nipple, causing her to arch into his mouth. “Stay still, baby. Let me play.”

  “Rider—”

  “Shh…” His breath blew against her breast, bringing goose bumps to the surface. He lifted his gaze. “I know you like hard and fast. We’ve done hard and fast. Even I like hard and fast most of the time. But not this time. You need to learn patience, baby.”

  She shook her head. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. Ever. Even when she was reading, she read fast so she could find out what happened sooner. Sometimes she skipped to the last page to read the ending first.

  Right now, she wanted Rider to fuck her, like he usually did.

  Rider smirked. “Who’s in charge in this bedroom, anyway?”

  She swallowed. “You are, Sir.” Shit.

  “Did you forget?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Lift your arms over your head and grab onto the rungs of the headboard.”

  She did as he requested and held on tight.

  Rider straddled her torso. He teased her nipples with his fingertips until she squirmed. “I want you needy.”

  “I am needy.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Needier.”

  She didn’t move.

  “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to touch, lick, taste, and fondle every inch of your body. You’re going to lie there and enjoy every stroke. If you release the headboard at any point, I’ll get the cuffs out. Do you believe me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She knew he would make do on that promise. He’d done it before.

  “No warnings. This is your warning.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “I’ll fuck your sweet pussy when I’m good and ready.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He eased off her body and left her lying there while he reached across the bed and opened the bedside table. When he returned, he held a bottle of something which he proceeded to pour into his
hand. “It’s a warming oil. I’m going to spread it all over you.”

  She couldn’t imagine what that might do to increase her arousal. Already she was having trouble concentrating on anything but the grip of her pussy.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  She drew up her heels and let her knees fall open.

  “Gorgeous.” Rider climbed between her legs and set his palms on her thighs, massaging the oil into her skin, rubbing from her knees to her crotch, but not touching her where she needed it most.

  Her legs shook.

  Rider picked up the oil again. This time, instead of pouring it on his hands, he lifted it above her chest and let it drizzle directly onto her nipples, one at a time, leaving a trail between them. “I love how the tips pucker beneath my gaze.”

  Emily closed her eyes as his hands landed on her breasts again and squeezed. She focused on every touch, gripping the rungs of the bed harder when he pinched her nipples.

  His hands moved down her torso and rubbed the oil into her belly. There was enough of it that it dripped slowly toward her pussy.

  She willed it to coat her clit. With her eyes closed, she waited for him to touch her between the legs. Instead, he passed up her core and made his way down one leg, massaging her skin and working the oil into her thigh again, and then her shin, and finally her foot. He repeated the action on the other side, this time starting with her foot and working his way up.

  When he reached her hip, he pressed her legs open wider and gently traced the outer edges of her lower lips.

  Emily moaned around the frustration. She could feel the wetness building inside her, demanding attention.

  Rider used one finger to tease her, stroking in a circle around her clit without touching it directly. Next he spiraled down toward her tight hole and rounded the edge of it the same way he had her clit. The skin between her pussy and her rear hole was so sensitive, she flinched every time he brushed over it.

  “You’re doing so well, baby. I’m proud of you.” He dipped one finger inside her pussy and drew it back out. His free hand gripped her thigh tight. “So wet for me,” he whispered. He dipped that finger back down toward her puckered hole and pressed on the entrance. “Relax, baby. You remember how good it feels.”