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.”
She did, but that didn’t help her much. The act felt taboo even though she’d enjoyed it before. Letting herself go enough to loosen the muscles in that area was hard.
Rider was patient. He didn’t say a word for several minutes while he continued to circle her ass and press on the hole. Finally he spoke, “You’re too tight, baby. Release the muscles. Let me in.”
She breathed deeply, long drawn inhales, followed by a long exhale.
“That’s it. So good. Just feel.” His finger was right there. She couldn’t deny him anything. She let her ass cheeks settle, and he took the first opportunity to slide his finger inside. “God, baby. So damn tight.” He twisted his finger around in circles.
She tightened her legs and dug her heels into the mattress.
Rider leaned over her, his face closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her mouth as she let her eyes flutter open. He pressed his thumb into her pussy as he held her gaze.
She stiffened, clutching the rungs of the headboard as she reacted to the dual intrusion.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…”
“You want more, baby?”
“Yes…”
“What happened to your manners?” He smirked.
“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed against his fingers. Neither was big enough to satisfy her completely.
“I want you to flip over onto all fours for me and wait.”
She nodded.
He removed his fingers slowly and climbed off the bed while she struggled to get her legs and arms to comply with his command.
When she lifted her gaze to one side, she found him coming back into the room from the attached bath. He held a box of wipes and was cleaning his fingers with one of them. He paused to look at her. “I love you in this position.”
“Apparently, Sir.” He’d demanded it of her many times already.
He opened the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator. He held it up for her to see. It was bigger than her pink one, the one with the dead batteries at her condo.
Rider crawled back up behind her and nudged her legs apart. “Spread wide for me, baby.” He set the vibrator down, letting it land against her knee, and then he took her butt cheeks in his palms.
She was slick everywhere. Even though she’d been on her back while he massaged oil into her skin, somehow he was able to reach around now and drag the oil from her thighs and pussy to her ass cheeks. He pulled them apart over and over. Finally, he released her.
She heard the tear of a condom wrapper. He hadn’t used one th
e last time they had sex. Why now?
“I’m going to take your ass, baby.”
Right. She clenched her cheeks at the announcement. She’d known on some level where this was heading, but it made her nervous when actually spoken aloud.
Rider lined his cock up with her rear entrance and held her hip steady with one hand. “Use your safe word if it gets to be too much.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“What is it?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now relax. It won’t hurt if you don’t fight against it. Trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice wasn’t as strong that time. In theory she trusted him with her life, but in practice she was extremely nervous about this new summit.
He stroked his cock across her hole while she tried to relax. He released her hip with his other hand and smoothed it around to her front where he thumbed her clit, making her hum deep in her throat. “That’s it, baby. Feel my fingers on your pussy. So good.”
Emily rocked into his touch, pressing against his cock and suddenly wanting it inside her. She let go of the clench she held and pushed toward him.
“Easy, baby. I’ll control this.” The tip of his cock slipped inside, stretching her beyond what she’d thought possible.
She flinched and gritted her teeth against the intrusion, but held steady and concentrated on the fullness inside her ass.
Rider slipped farther in. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak.
“I’m going to push the rest of the way in and then let your body get accustomed to my cock.” He thrust home without pausing.
Emily inhaled sharply as he filled her tight channel. She swayed away from him, but he leaned into the motion.
He stroked her ass cheek with one hand and her clit with the other. And then his fingers were inside her pussy.
Emily moaned at the addition of his fingers. “Oh. God. Rider.” So full.
But he pulled them out and grabbed her hips with both hands to pull most of the way out of her ass and push back in. A deep noise escaped from his throat as he slipped slowly in and out again.
She loosened up to the feeling. It was different from anything else she’d experienced, but she didn’t dislike it.
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