Page 35 of Iron Will

One thing’s for sure, though. If Delaney Hart been my social worker back in the day, I would have been beating my meat thinking about her every damn night.

My cock is hard as a bat as I ride out of the hospital parking lot, savoring the memory of the way her lips melted under mine. Fuck, I didn’t even reallydecideto kiss her. All of a sudden, I justwas.

Hell, if it wasn’t for that pussy-ass hospital administrator interrupting us, I’d probably be balls-deep inside her in her tiny little office right now.

Jesus.I can almost feel her warm, wet pussy around my aching cock.

It’s been a couple of weeks since I last fucked anyone. That must be some kind of record for me. There’s no particular reason for it, really. Just that the girls who like to hang around the clubhouse aren’t really doing it for me these days. The same old overly made-up faces, the same old fake-ass tits… as hot as some of them are, they just don’t hold my interest anymore.

That’s why, instead of heading to the clubhouse from the hospital, I decide to just go home instead. As soon as I’m in my house, I go to the kitchen, pour myself a shot of whiskey, and settle in on the couch.

In a matter of seconds, I’m back at the hospital in my mind. When I knock on Laney’s door, she looks up and sucks that pillow-soft lower lip between her teeth.

My cock strains against my zipper. I pull it out and start to stroke, as slowly as I can stand it. My dick’s been hard for the last half-hour, and I can’t take much more.

The office door is locked now. Laney’s stripping for me, wriggling out of that tight little pencil skirt she was wearing today. She keeps the heels on, though. In my imagination, she’s wearing a lacy little barely-there pair of panties under that skirt, the crotch soaking wet because she’s been waiting for me. One by one, she undoes the buttons of her blouse, then tosses it on the chair. Her bra goes next. She unclasps the back, and they fall loose and free, the nipples rosy and hard as pebbles.

My strokes get faster.

Laney kneels in front of me. She looks up at me through her dark lashes, her eyes never leaving my face. She wraps those soft lips around me, taking my cock as deep as she can stand it. Her mouth is warm and wet as she starts to suck, moaning softly while she reaches up to pinch her nipples.

Jesus fuck, I can’t hold out. With a shout, I unload in her mouth, coming hard and fast in thick, ropy strands. When I’m finished, I see stars.

Holy shit. It’s been a while since I’ve come that hard.

If it feels this good just thinking about her, imagine what the real thing would be like.

Laney Hart, you’ve gotten inside my head.

And if the way you moaned when I kissed you today is any indication, it’s only gonna be a matter of time before I get inside your panties.

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The next day,I make a quick run over to talk to Joe McBride at the Ironwood police station.

Officer Joe McBride has been on the police force here in town for almost as long as I’ve been a Lord of Carnage. The two of us were buddies in high school. After that, let’s just say we both headed in different directions. Joe’s even married now, if you can believe that shit. He’s got twin daughters, probably about four years old or so, I’m guessing. Last I heard, his wife Peggy is pregnant again.

Joe’s a good cop. By which I mean he’s good at his job, not particularly corrupt, and probably could have made it as a detective or something in a much bigger PD in a much bigger city. But he’s a small town guy at heart, and he likes it here in Ironwood. Hell, I can’t say I blame him. The Lords of Carnage have based both our chapters in small towns, to keep our operations more off the radar, and that suits me just fine.

When I get to the PD, I park my bike toward the back of the lot and walk inside. The cop behind the front desk does a double take when he sees me, but I ignore that shit.

“Hey. Joe McBride on duty?”

The cop frowns. “There a reason you need to see him?” he challenges.

“Yeah,” I growl. “I wanna ask him to be my fuckin’ Valentine. Just get him out here.”

The guy looks like he wants to punch me but doesn’t dare. He gets up and disappears through a steel door. A couple minutes later, Joe comes out through another locked door off to one side.

“Hey,” he greets me with a smirk. “Just as much of an asshole as always, I see.”

“Your front desk help needs some work on his fuckin’ manners,” I grunt. That gets a laugh out of Joe. “Look, I got somethin’ I want to run by you. You got a few minutes?”

Joe gives me a brief nod. “I’m finishing some stuff up, but you wanna meet me outside in about five?”

“Yeah. Probably better that way, anyway.”

Joe gives me a look of suspicion. “What kind of shit are you tryin’ to get me messed up in, man?”

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