The law of deceit, p.18
The Law of Deceit, page 18
It’s the Park Mountain Shadows MC.
They knew we were lurking and have come to pay us a visit.
I shake Dempsey awake and then slide out of bed to find clothes. We hear shouts outside, though I can’t make out what they’re saying. I throw on clothes as fast as I can before grabbing my shotgun from my closet safe since my Glock is still in evidence.
“Stay back. Let me handle them,” I tell Dempsey over my shoulder as I creep out the bedroom door.
“Fuck that,” Dempsey growls. “You’re not going out there alone.”
I stop to glower at him but the deafening sound of an explosion cuts me short. The entire house rumbles as glass shatters somewhere near the front of the house. Dempsey hooks an arm around my middle, dragging me back into the bedroom.
What just happened?
We then hear the squeals of tires and then the motorcycles leaving. As soon as it feels safe, we both run to the front door. I open it, shotgun drawn, and survey the scene before me. The bike Dempsey had been driving is on fire and in pieces. That explains the explosion.
“Was this retaliation for me winning that bike?” Dempsey asks, voice shaky with anger.
“That or they saw us tonight.” I scrub my hand over my face. “Crap. I have to call this in.”
Dempsey gives me a nod and then walks over to talk to the old lady who lives next door, who’s watching us from her front porch. I rush back inside to grab my phone and make the call I don’t want to make.
By the time the fire department and the first responding officers arrive, I’m bursting at the seams. I want to get in my car and chase after those bastards who did this.
The next half hour I spend, long after the fire has been put out, explaining to the officers who I think did this. They take their notes but don’t seem impressed by the fact I think it’s a motorcycle gang responsible. I’m about to give up completely and do whatever I can to get them to go away when a shiny red Porsche pulls up along with the twinkling of the sunrise.
Great.
Tanaka climbs out of his overpriced toy and stalks my way. It’s not even six in the morning and the man is wearing a crisp suit with not a black hair out of place. Must be nice to always be so put together. He probably sleeps in his stupid suits.
“Thurman,” Tanaka greets, voice icy. “What happened here?”
One of the other officers fills in our chief, their tone almost mocking as they parrot what I’d said about the motorcycle club. The statement doesn’t bore Tanaka but instead enrages him. A vein throbs on his forehead as he glowers at me.
“It’s true,” I grit out, needing to defend myself from his anger. “I heard them with my own ears. I’m not crazy.”
Tanaka clenches his teeth, nostrils flaring. “And what did you do to provoke such an attack?”
Seriously, asshole?
Dempsey, sensing my tension, comes to stand right behind me, the heat of his body giving me much-needed strength.
“They’re criminals,” I say, seething. “Why don’t you go ask them instead of giving me the third degree?”
Tanaka glances at Dempsey and recognition flickers in his eyes. Then he turns his attention back to me, his features returning to their normal, cool, stone-like facade.
“You’re making a lot of bad decisions lately, Thurman. Decisions that could ultimately impact your career. I suggest you take the day off and get yourself in order.” He waves a dismissive hand at me. “See you Tuesday.”
As Tanaka drives away, my heart dive bombs to the ground at my feet. I can’t let the new, corrupt chief destroy my career just because he has a vendetta against me for doing my damn job.
I can’t let him take this job from me.
I won’t.
Dempsey
Her chief is such a dick. I wanted nothing more than to put him in his place, but luckily, Sloane can hold her own. Even though he treated her like dirt, she kept her chin up.
Now that it’s just the two of us again, she’s grown somber and withdrawn. So much has happened to her lately. I wish I could relieve the burden in some way. She settles on the sofa, losing herself to her phone screen. I’d love nothing more than to sit and pull her into my arms, but she needs to eat.
I busy myself in the kitchen, making waffles, fried eggs, and sausage links. By the time I’m finished and dusting powdered sugar on the waffles, she appears in the kitchen, eyes wide and curious at the spread I’ve made.
“Careful, Demps,” she says with a sweet smile. “You keep this up and I’m going to get used to it. You’ll have to cook me breakfast every day.”
Chuckling, I hand her a plate. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
We decide to eat at her bar, side by side, neither of us speaking much as we inhale the food. When we finish, she helps me clean up and put away the leftovers. I love how we work around each other with what feels like practiced perfection.
“Come on,” I say when finished. “We’re going to grab some coffee and then head to the hardware store.”
She beams but then her smile falls at the last part. “Wait? What?”
“I want to board up those broken windows for you. Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.”
Based on the grimace on her face, I can tell the hardware store is not her favorite place, but coffee was the perfect lure to get her to go with me.
As we run our errands, we actually have a nice time despite the shitty morning. I learn a lot about Sloane as we drive.
She loves going to the movie theater but never has anyone to go with.
At least I know where I’m taking her on our first actual date.
She also dislikes doing laundry but enjoys playing in the flowerbeds. Cooking is the bane of her existence, but my girl loves to eat.
I also reveal things about myself like how I’ve always felt overshadowed by my sister. That I hate being referred to as a kid instead of the man I am. How I love hanging by the pool but haven’t done so much this summer. I even admit to how much I’ve always wanted a dog but Dad never let us get one.
By the time we’ve ordered plywood and nails to be delivered and made a coffee run, I feel as though we just had a speed date. Holding her hand as we drive, while chatting, feels right and the highlight of my day.
The hardware store said they’d deliver our supplies within the hour, so we head back to her house to start cleaning up on all the broken glass. My phone buzzes in my pocket and has been all night and morning. I’m sure after last night’s blowup at dinner, I have my entire family trying to reach out to me. When Sloane runs inside the house for a bathroom break, I bite the bullet and read my messages from last night.
Dad: Come home so we can talk. Your mother is upset.
Gemma: Are you okay?
Tate: Call me!
Callum: I think they call this Karma. Good job, little bro.
Spencer: Dinner and a show! Rex is a fan!
The rest came in this morning.
Tate: Let me at least know you’re alive.
Jude: Tate’s worried about you. Check in or I’ll hunt you down.
Hugo: Do you want to have lunch with me and Aubrey?
Gemma: Mom’s been crying. A lot. I’m worried about you.
Willa: Callum showed me his text. Ignore him. He’s an ass.
Callum: Dad’s freaking out. His baby boy ran away. I bet he wants to call the cops…but, plot twist, you’re banging one. He can’t easily fix this and doesn’t know what to do. Quite amusing if you ask me.
Aubrey: Lunch??? Miss your face.
Dad: Can we please talk, Son?
Then there’s a text from Spencer where he’s holding up Rex’s middle finger and grinning evilly behind his son. That actually makes me laugh.
“Are they blowing up your phone?” Sloane asks when she returns.
“You have no idea.”
I hand her the phone so she can read through them all. She also laughs at the picture of Rex. After handing me my phone back, she leans against me, resting her head on my chest.
“Who knew loving someone could be so difficult,” I say absently, kissing the top of her head. “I thought love was supposed to be easy.”
She pulls back slightly to smile at me. “It’s easy for us. Everyone else is just having a hard time with it.”
I can’t fight the grin that tugs at my lips. Her little slip about her feelings for me gives me hope we’ll make it the long haul.
“Mom is going to have to get over it. I’m not letting you go just to spare her feelings.”
Sloane squeezes me. “Me neither.”
All the challenges we’re facing seem manageable as long as I have this woman in my arms, reciprocating the way I feel. As long as we have each other, we can face them fearlessly together.
Eventually, the hardware store drops off the pre-cut plywood. Sloane hammers while I hold up the wood for each blown-out window. Earlier, while I made breakfast, she went online and made an appointment for a window replacement company to put in new windows this week. Aside from the charred bike in the driveway, we’ve finally managed to get past all the drama from this morning.
“I’ll find someone to haul the bike away,” I tell her as we make it back inside. “It’s trashed and I never had a clean title on it, so it’s not like I can get any money for it.”
“I hate that your bike was a casualty in my war against those stupid biker assholes.”
“Our war,” I remind her. “We’re in this together.”
I’m graced with another beautiful smile that does wonders for soothing my aching heart. I don’t like being at odds with my family, but I don’t see any other way around it. I’m not about to let them dictate who I love. Not happening.
“BLTs for lunch?”
“Do I even have stuff for BLTs?” she tosses back, eyebrow arched.
“I bought real food for your fridge considering all you had were condiments and takeout boxes.” I playfully smack her on the ass. “Told you I was going to take care of you.”
Her cheeks redden and the grin she flashes me is brilliant. “I’m starting to believe you.”
“Good girl.”
“Show me,” Sloane says, poking me in the chest. “You brought it, so show me. As your muse, I demand it.”
Anxiety crawls up my spine, but I try not to let it affect me. If she wants to see all my drawings, then I’ll show her. I just hope she likes them. With a heavy sigh of resignation, I leave her side on the couch to dig my iPad out of my backpack. Once I sit back down, she scoots closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
I open the Procreate app and then hand it to her. Slowly, one by one, she opens each piece to look at the illustrations.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Your work is so…real. I didn’t have time to truly appreciate it the night of the event. You’re so incredibly talented.”
Her words are a surge to my ego. It’s nice to hear when you’re good at something and not just the family fuckup.
When she finds one that shows her nipple, she gasps. “Dempsey.”
“I know, I know. I just…you know I can’t stop thinking about you. This was before I knew what you looked like naked. My imagination.”
She laughs. “You make me seem perfect.”
“You are perfect, babe. I don’t see a single flaw when I look at you.”
“Your eyes are lying to you.”
“Maybe my eyes are the ones that see the truth.”
She closes the iPad and places it down on the sofa beside her. Then she sits up and straddles my lap.
“How about now? What do you see?”
I slide my palms to her ass, drawing her close to me. “You. All I see is you.”
“With no makeup and dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.”
“Nah, just you, babe. Beautiful fucking you.”
She pounces on me, crushing me in a hungry kiss. I squeeze her ass, urging her to grind on my dick that’s now hard as stone.
“Still sore?” I rasp out. “Too sore to fuck?”
“Y-Yes. Ugh. I hate that I am.”
“Take off your shirt and let me see your pretty tits then.”
She wriggles out of her shirt, tosses it away, and then quickly discards her bra. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth as she waits for more instructions.
“Put it in my mouth,” I rumble. “I want to taste your nipple.”
Her breath catches, but she sits up to bring her breasts closer to my face. She threads her fingers into my hair and guides me down to her chest. I flick out my tongue and circle her peaked nipple, marveling over the sweet moan that comes out of her.
“So perfect,” I growl, nipping at the tender pink skin. “Mine.”
She pulls back and then offers me her other tit. “Yours.”
This time, I suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I possibly can. She groans with pleasure. I love how fucking responsive she is to my touch.
“The second your pussy feels better, I’m going to wreck it again.”
She giggles—so young and carefree. Such a foreign sound from my beautiful girl, but I absolutely can’t get enough of it.
“I have an idea,” she says as she pulls away again. “Unbuckle your pants.”
I lift an eyebrow at her, curious as to what she has planned. She slides off my lap and down onto the floor between my spread thighs.
“I can still make you feel good,” she purrs, eyes hooded and cheeks a pretty shade of red. “I think. I mean, I’m not sure if you’ll like it or—”
I cut her off with a sharp shake of my head. Then I shove my jeans and boxers down. My cock slaps against my lower belly over my T-shirt. Sloane licks her lips and then pushes my clothes farther down so she can access me better.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” she says, a frown marring her features. “Okay?”
“You could yell at it or spit on it or call it names and it’d still be right as long as it gets your attention.”
“Spoken like a true man.” She smirks at me before wrapping her small hand around my thick cock. “At least I can inspect this piercing up close now.”
The view of her on her knees, tits out, and my dick in her hand has got to be the hottest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I could probably come just from staring at her like this in this position. I don’t have to, though, because she leans forward, tentatively licking the crown, swiping away the dot of pre-cum there.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “Jesus, fuck.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You’re doing everything to me, babe. You’re fucking unraveling me and you’re not even trying.”
Challenge gleams in her eyes. My eyes roll back when her lips wrap around my cock and then she starts bobbing up and down my length. I can’t help but grip her blond tresses, eager to keep her exactly where she is.
I reopen my eyes, watching her take my length in as far as she can before gagging. Her eyes water as she slowly draws herself back up. The hot slickness of her mouth is heaven.
“You’re so damn good at this,” I praise. “If drawing your gorgeous tits gets me a blowjob, I’ll draw you a thousand times.”
She slips off my cock, saliva running from her bottom lip down to my crown. “I like seeing you lose control. Your eyes right now… You look like a wild animal.”
I curse when she swallows me down again. This is fucking bliss. No wonder the other guys I went to school with were always raving about blowjobs.
“You keep sucking dick like a champ and I’m going to drown you in cum. Better let me come all over your tits so I don’t make you choke.”
She increases her efforts and easily sends me right over the edge of pleasure. Like a good girl, she pulls off as I start to come and points my cock at her tits. Rope after rope of thick cum shoots out of me, decorating her breasts.
I love seeing my girl so messy.
“Rub it in,” I rasp out, drunk on this wonderful feeling. “Smear it all over, babe. I promise I’ll clean you up in a bit.”
She releases my dripping cock to run her fingers through the mess on her chest. I groan when she pinches her nipples and then sets to sucking each finger clean.
“Officer Do-Good, that was very, very naughty.”
Her wicked grin has my softening cock perking back up.
My God, this woman is going to kill me.
I’ll never get enough of her.
Sloane
Work is weird.
I knew it would be, which is why I mentally prepared for it. And by mentally prepared, I lost myself in Dempsey all day yesterday and last night. Leaving him naked in my bed was really difficult.
It’s crazy to me that he sleeps naked. Honestly, I never considered it until him. Now, I’ve been sleeping naked as well, resting beautifully in our sexy love cocoon.
Shaking away thoughts of Dempsey’s muscular, clothe-less body, I attempt to focus on the day ahead. Bishop keeps shooting me curious looks while Montgomery gives me the stink eye. As for Tanaka, he watches me like a hawk from his office.
This is so awkward.
For once, I’m eager to get out on patrol with Aisha. She’s focused on a file, but I know her. If I’m ready to go, she’ll drop everything to get the hell out of here.
I check my phone to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from my sisters. Nothing. I’d kind of expected some sort of nasty message from Jamie, but she’s yet to contact either me or Dempsey. I hate that there’s this wedge between us and his family. Furthermore, I hate that my best friend is handling this so poorly.
I mean, I get it. On the surface, it might seem gross to her since it’s her kid and there’s a significant age gap. However, I’d like to think she’d at least hear Dempsey and me out. If she could see how happy we are together, maybe she could find a way to be happy too.
It definitely hurts to feel abandoned by my best friend. Especially since I was there for her during one of the most difficult moments in her life. When she cheated on Callum to be with his father. I was also there before the Parks came along, protecting her the best I could from her abusive family. I’ve come to realize that I can be the right sort of friend for Jamie, but she’s not the right friend for me.
They knew we were lurking and have come to pay us a visit.
I shake Dempsey awake and then slide out of bed to find clothes. We hear shouts outside, though I can’t make out what they’re saying. I throw on clothes as fast as I can before grabbing my shotgun from my closet safe since my Glock is still in evidence.
“Stay back. Let me handle them,” I tell Dempsey over my shoulder as I creep out the bedroom door.
“Fuck that,” Dempsey growls. “You’re not going out there alone.”
I stop to glower at him but the deafening sound of an explosion cuts me short. The entire house rumbles as glass shatters somewhere near the front of the house. Dempsey hooks an arm around my middle, dragging me back into the bedroom.
What just happened?
We then hear the squeals of tires and then the motorcycles leaving. As soon as it feels safe, we both run to the front door. I open it, shotgun drawn, and survey the scene before me. The bike Dempsey had been driving is on fire and in pieces. That explains the explosion.
“Was this retaliation for me winning that bike?” Dempsey asks, voice shaky with anger.
“That or they saw us tonight.” I scrub my hand over my face. “Crap. I have to call this in.”
Dempsey gives me a nod and then walks over to talk to the old lady who lives next door, who’s watching us from her front porch. I rush back inside to grab my phone and make the call I don’t want to make.
By the time the fire department and the first responding officers arrive, I’m bursting at the seams. I want to get in my car and chase after those bastards who did this.
The next half hour I spend, long after the fire has been put out, explaining to the officers who I think did this. They take their notes but don’t seem impressed by the fact I think it’s a motorcycle gang responsible. I’m about to give up completely and do whatever I can to get them to go away when a shiny red Porsche pulls up along with the twinkling of the sunrise.
Great.
Tanaka climbs out of his overpriced toy and stalks my way. It’s not even six in the morning and the man is wearing a crisp suit with not a black hair out of place. Must be nice to always be so put together. He probably sleeps in his stupid suits.
“Thurman,” Tanaka greets, voice icy. “What happened here?”
One of the other officers fills in our chief, their tone almost mocking as they parrot what I’d said about the motorcycle club. The statement doesn’t bore Tanaka but instead enrages him. A vein throbs on his forehead as he glowers at me.
“It’s true,” I grit out, needing to defend myself from his anger. “I heard them with my own ears. I’m not crazy.”
Tanaka clenches his teeth, nostrils flaring. “And what did you do to provoke such an attack?”
Seriously, asshole?
Dempsey, sensing my tension, comes to stand right behind me, the heat of his body giving me much-needed strength.
“They’re criminals,” I say, seething. “Why don’t you go ask them instead of giving me the third degree?”
Tanaka glances at Dempsey and recognition flickers in his eyes. Then he turns his attention back to me, his features returning to their normal, cool, stone-like facade.
“You’re making a lot of bad decisions lately, Thurman. Decisions that could ultimately impact your career. I suggest you take the day off and get yourself in order.” He waves a dismissive hand at me. “See you Tuesday.”
As Tanaka drives away, my heart dive bombs to the ground at my feet. I can’t let the new, corrupt chief destroy my career just because he has a vendetta against me for doing my damn job.
I can’t let him take this job from me.
I won’t.
Dempsey
Her chief is such a dick. I wanted nothing more than to put him in his place, but luckily, Sloane can hold her own. Even though he treated her like dirt, she kept her chin up.
Now that it’s just the two of us again, she’s grown somber and withdrawn. So much has happened to her lately. I wish I could relieve the burden in some way. She settles on the sofa, losing herself to her phone screen. I’d love nothing more than to sit and pull her into my arms, but she needs to eat.
I busy myself in the kitchen, making waffles, fried eggs, and sausage links. By the time I’m finished and dusting powdered sugar on the waffles, she appears in the kitchen, eyes wide and curious at the spread I’ve made.
“Careful, Demps,” she says with a sweet smile. “You keep this up and I’m going to get used to it. You’ll have to cook me breakfast every day.”
Chuckling, I hand her a plate. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
We decide to eat at her bar, side by side, neither of us speaking much as we inhale the food. When we finish, she helps me clean up and put away the leftovers. I love how we work around each other with what feels like practiced perfection.
“Come on,” I say when finished. “We’re going to grab some coffee and then head to the hardware store.”
She beams but then her smile falls at the last part. “Wait? What?”
“I want to board up those broken windows for you. Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.”
Based on the grimace on her face, I can tell the hardware store is not her favorite place, but coffee was the perfect lure to get her to go with me.
As we run our errands, we actually have a nice time despite the shitty morning. I learn a lot about Sloane as we drive.
She loves going to the movie theater but never has anyone to go with.
At least I know where I’m taking her on our first actual date.
She also dislikes doing laundry but enjoys playing in the flowerbeds. Cooking is the bane of her existence, but my girl loves to eat.
I also reveal things about myself like how I’ve always felt overshadowed by my sister. That I hate being referred to as a kid instead of the man I am. How I love hanging by the pool but haven’t done so much this summer. I even admit to how much I’ve always wanted a dog but Dad never let us get one.
By the time we’ve ordered plywood and nails to be delivered and made a coffee run, I feel as though we just had a speed date. Holding her hand as we drive, while chatting, feels right and the highlight of my day.
The hardware store said they’d deliver our supplies within the hour, so we head back to her house to start cleaning up on all the broken glass. My phone buzzes in my pocket and has been all night and morning. I’m sure after last night’s blowup at dinner, I have my entire family trying to reach out to me. When Sloane runs inside the house for a bathroom break, I bite the bullet and read my messages from last night.
Dad: Come home so we can talk. Your mother is upset.
Gemma: Are you okay?
Tate: Call me!
Callum: I think they call this Karma. Good job, little bro.
Spencer: Dinner and a show! Rex is a fan!
The rest came in this morning.
Tate: Let me at least know you’re alive.
Jude: Tate’s worried about you. Check in or I’ll hunt you down.
Hugo: Do you want to have lunch with me and Aubrey?
Gemma: Mom’s been crying. A lot. I’m worried about you.
Willa: Callum showed me his text. Ignore him. He’s an ass.
Callum: Dad’s freaking out. His baby boy ran away. I bet he wants to call the cops…but, plot twist, you’re banging one. He can’t easily fix this and doesn’t know what to do. Quite amusing if you ask me.
Aubrey: Lunch??? Miss your face.
Dad: Can we please talk, Son?
Then there’s a text from Spencer where he’s holding up Rex’s middle finger and grinning evilly behind his son. That actually makes me laugh.
“Are they blowing up your phone?” Sloane asks when she returns.
“You have no idea.”
I hand her the phone so she can read through them all. She also laughs at the picture of Rex. After handing me my phone back, she leans against me, resting her head on my chest.
“Who knew loving someone could be so difficult,” I say absently, kissing the top of her head. “I thought love was supposed to be easy.”
She pulls back slightly to smile at me. “It’s easy for us. Everyone else is just having a hard time with it.”
I can’t fight the grin that tugs at my lips. Her little slip about her feelings for me gives me hope we’ll make it the long haul.
“Mom is going to have to get over it. I’m not letting you go just to spare her feelings.”
Sloane squeezes me. “Me neither.”
All the challenges we’re facing seem manageable as long as I have this woman in my arms, reciprocating the way I feel. As long as we have each other, we can face them fearlessly together.
Eventually, the hardware store drops off the pre-cut plywood. Sloane hammers while I hold up the wood for each blown-out window. Earlier, while I made breakfast, she went online and made an appointment for a window replacement company to put in new windows this week. Aside from the charred bike in the driveway, we’ve finally managed to get past all the drama from this morning.
“I’ll find someone to haul the bike away,” I tell her as we make it back inside. “It’s trashed and I never had a clean title on it, so it’s not like I can get any money for it.”
“I hate that your bike was a casualty in my war against those stupid biker assholes.”
“Our war,” I remind her. “We’re in this together.”
I’m graced with another beautiful smile that does wonders for soothing my aching heart. I don’t like being at odds with my family, but I don’t see any other way around it. I’m not about to let them dictate who I love. Not happening.
“BLTs for lunch?”
“Do I even have stuff for BLTs?” she tosses back, eyebrow arched.
“I bought real food for your fridge considering all you had were condiments and takeout boxes.” I playfully smack her on the ass. “Told you I was going to take care of you.”
Her cheeks redden and the grin she flashes me is brilliant. “I’m starting to believe you.”
“Good girl.”
“Show me,” Sloane says, poking me in the chest. “You brought it, so show me. As your muse, I demand it.”
Anxiety crawls up my spine, but I try not to let it affect me. If she wants to see all my drawings, then I’ll show her. I just hope she likes them. With a heavy sigh of resignation, I leave her side on the couch to dig my iPad out of my backpack. Once I sit back down, she scoots closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
I open the Procreate app and then hand it to her. Slowly, one by one, she opens each piece to look at the illustrations.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Your work is so…real. I didn’t have time to truly appreciate it the night of the event. You’re so incredibly talented.”
Her words are a surge to my ego. It’s nice to hear when you’re good at something and not just the family fuckup.
When she finds one that shows her nipple, she gasps. “Dempsey.”
“I know, I know. I just…you know I can’t stop thinking about you. This was before I knew what you looked like naked. My imagination.”
She laughs. “You make me seem perfect.”
“You are perfect, babe. I don’t see a single flaw when I look at you.”
“Your eyes are lying to you.”
“Maybe my eyes are the ones that see the truth.”
She closes the iPad and places it down on the sofa beside her. Then she sits up and straddles my lap.
“How about now? What do you see?”
I slide my palms to her ass, drawing her close to me. “You. All I see is you.”
“With no makeup and dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.”
“Nah, just you, babe. Beautiful fucking you.”
She pounces on me, crushing me in a hungry kiss. I squeeze her ass, urging her to grind on my dick that’s now hard as stone.
“Still sore?” I rasp out. “Too sore to fuck?”
“Y-Yes. Ugh. I hate that I am.”
“Take off your shirt and let me see your pretty tits then.”
She wriggles out of her shirt, tosses it away, and then quickly discards her bra. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth as she waits for more instructions.
“Put it in my mouth,” I rumble. “I want to taste your nipple.”
Her breath catches, but she sits up to bring her breasts closer to my face. She threads her fingers into my hair and guides me down to her chest. I flick out my tongue and circle her peaked nipple, marveling over the sweet moan that comes out of her.
“So perfect,” I growl, nipping at the tender pink skin. “Mine.”
She pulls back and then offers me her other tit. “Yours.”
This time, I suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I possibly can. She groans with pleasure. I love how fucking responsive she is to my touch.
“The second your pussy feels better, I’m going to wreck it again.”
She giggles—so young and carefree. Such a foreign sound from my beautiful girl, but I absolutely can’t get enough of it.
“I have an idea,” she says as she pulls away again. “Unbuckle your pants.”
I lift an eyebrow at her, curious as to what she has planned. She slides off my lap and down onto the floor between my spread thighs.
“I can still make you feel good,” she purrs, eyes hooded and cheeks a pretty shade of red. “I think. I mean, I’m not sure if you’ll like it or—”
I cut her off with a sharp shake of my head. Then I shove my jeans and boxers down. My cock slaps against my lower belly over my T-shirt. Sloane licks her lips and then pushes my clothes farther down so she can access me better.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” she says, a frown marring her features. “Okay?”
“You could yell at it or spit on it or call it names and it’d still be right as long as it gets your attention.”
“Spoken like a true man.” She smirks at me before wrapping her small hand around my thick cock. “At least I can inspect this piercing up close now.”
The view of her on her knees, tits out, and my dick in her hand has got to be the hottest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I could probably come just from staring at her like this in this position. I don’t have to, though, because she leans forward, tentatively licking the crown, swiping away the dot of pre-cum there.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “Jesus, fuck.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You’re doing everything to me, babe. You’re fucking unraveling me and you’re not even trying.”
Challenge gleams in her eyes. My eyes roll back when her lips wrap around my cock and then she starts bobbing up and down my length. I can’t help but grip her blond tresses, eager to keep her exactly where she is.
I reopen my eyes, watching her take my length in as far as she can before gagging. Her eyes water as she slowly draws herself back up. The hot slickness of her mouth is heaven.
“You’re so damn good at this,” I praise. “If drawing your gorgeous tits gets me a blowjob, I’ll draw you a thousand times.”
She slips off my cock, saliva running from her bottom lip down to my crown. “I like seeing you lose control. Your eyes right now… You look like a wild animal.”
I curse when she swallows me down again. This is fucking bliss. No wonder the other guys I went to school with were always raving about blowjobs.
“You keep sucking dick like a champ and I’m going to drown you in cum. Better let me come all over your tits so I don’t make you choke.”
She increases her efforts and easily sends me right over the edge of pleasure. Like a good girl, she pulls off as I start to come and points my cock at her tits. Rope after rope of thick cum shoots out of me, decorating her breasts.
I love seeing my girl so messy.
“Rub it in,” I rasp out, drunk on this wonderful feeling. “Smear it all over, babe. I promise I’ll clean you up in a bit.”
She releases my dripping cock to run her fingers through the mess on her chest. I groan when she pinches her nipples and then sets to sucking each finger clean.
“Officer Do-Good, that was very, very naughty.”
Her wicked grin has my softening cock perking back up.
My God, this woman is going to kill me.
I’ll never get enough of her.
Sloane
Work is weird.
I knew it would be, which is why I mentally prepared for it. And by mentally prepared, I lost myself in Dempsey all day yesterday and last night. Leaving him naked in my bed was really difficult.
It’s crazy to me that he sleeps naked. Honestly, I never considered it until him. Now, I’ve been sleeping naked as well, resting beautifully in our sexy love cocoon.
Shaking away thoughts of Dempsey’s muscular, clothe-less body, I attempt to focus on the day ahead. Bishop keeps shooting me curious looks while Montgomery gives me the stink eye. As for Tanaka, he watches me like a hawk from his office.
This is so awkward.
For once, I’m eager to get out on patrol with Aisha. She’s focused on a file, but I know her. If I’m ready to go, she’ll drop everything to get the hell out of here.
I check my phone to make sure I haven’t missed any messages from my sisters. Nothing. I’d kind of expected some sort of nasty message from Jamie, but she’s yet to contact either me or Dempsey. I hate that there’s this wedge between us and his family. Furthermore, I hate that my best friend is handling this so poorly.
I mean, I get it. On the surface, it might seem gross to her since it’s her kid and there’s a significant age gap. However, I’d like to think she’d at least hear Dempsey and me out. If she could see how happy we are together, maybe she could find a way to be happy too.
It definitely hurts to feel abandoned by my best friend. Especially since I was there for her during one of the most difficult moments in her life. When she cheated on Callum to be with his father. I was also there before the Parks came along, protecting her the best I could from her abusive family. I’ve come to realize that I can be the right sort of friend for Jamie, but she’s not the right friend for me.
