Page 47 of Hers to Tame
“I did consider having you brought up on charges anyway, but Adam convinced me that there were extenuating circumstances. I am, however, assigning you to voluntary probation.” Dad’s attorney hands a piece of paper over to me.
“You will remain on said probation for four months.” Last time I checked, you can’t just arbitrarily give someone probation. When I start to protest, Dad growls at me.
The DA continues, “If you’ll look, I had a judge sign off on this. You will be at the Hemphill Street shelter every Saturday to render legal help. If you do not show up, I will press public disturbance charges, among others, which will include notification to your current place of employment. You will also report to me every Friday before five to check in. If you are late, I will have you picked up. Do you understand?”
“You can’t legally do this,” I say, looking at Dad’s attorney then at the DA. They just nod their heads. Finally, with a scowl, I sign the paper.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” the DA says, standing to shake hands. “Mr. Rhett, may I have a private word with you?” He is looking at me, so I tell Dad I’ll meet him out front. When they’ve left, he motions me to sit back down.
“I don’t condone your actions, but I understand them. Man lays a hand on my wife, I can guarantee you he’s not walking away.” I wait patiently to see if he has a point or if he feels I need another lecture.
“Your reputation precedes you,” he continues after a few minutes. “I have attorneys all over this town suddenly showing up to represent those that can’t afford good representation from the Hemphill Street shelter. I asked around until I found out who was behind it.”
“Imagine my surprise when I found out it was the wayward son of an old poker buddy of mine. As much as I don’t like most of your personal antics, I am very impressed with your skills as an attorney. If you would ever like a change of scenery, we would love to have you on our team. You would be able to split your time between leading prosecutions and representing your own personal clients.”
I’m dumbfounded. “I’ll have to think about it, but I will keep it in mind. Thank you.” He stands, walking me to the door.
Turning, he says, “Just keep my offer in mind. You won’t make as much money, but I’m sure you’ll sleep better at night. Give me a call.” With a smile, he adds, “After your probation is up, of course. Wouldn’t want a known criminal in our office. Oh, and stay out of the damn Glenfiddich, I’m tired of being stuck with the cheap shit on poker night.” He walks out the door with a laugh as I stare after him. Finally, I walk out to find Dad waiting for me.
The ride home is in silence. I stare out the window thinking about the offer I just received when I notice we’re not going back to my parents’ house or Lily’s apartment. Confusion hits when we pull up in front of Maggie’s little house. My car is back in her driveway. We’ve stopped in front, but I sit still trying to figure out why we’re here.
“You’re going to have to get out of the car so I can go home,” Dad says as I turn to look at him. “Did you think I was taking you home like some errant teenager? I think I’ve given you enough lectures to last the rest of this year, don’t you?” I’m opening my mouth to speak when he points behind me.
Looking at Maggie standing on the porch, I climb out of the car. She leans down, thanking Dad before he pulls away from the curb. I just stare at her while she stands on the porch.
Taking a step toward me, she says, “I should kick your ass, you know.”
“For decking him?” I ask, afraid to even touch her.
“For getting blood all over your shirt. I stopped giving a fuck about him a while back.” A slow smile spreads across her face as I look down at my shirt. I hadn’t really even noticed his blood or the fact I left without even a coat on. Reaching up, I rip my shirt off over my head.
“Better?” I ask.
“So much better,” she says, stepping forward to throw her arms around my neck. Curling her hands into my hair, she pulls me up to her mouth. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pull her off the top step to me. Her legs lock around my hips as she deepens our kiss, her tongue fighting with mine for control. I’m positive I should be freezing, standing in the January air without a shirt on, but I’m too focused on Maggie to notice.
“Keep that up and I’ll be able to retire just on the ticket sales.” Pulling back, Maggie laughs at her neighbor watching us from next door. “At least take him inside before he freezes to death.”
“You heard her. Take me inside where I can warm up before I freeze. Maybe eat something?” She blushes as my meaning sinks in. I wave at her neighbor. “Sorry,” I call over. Maggie starts to unwrap her legs so she can stand up. “I don’t think so,” I say as I start up the stairs.
Her legs retighten around my waist as she giggles into my neck. I pause just long enough to lock her door before crossing into the bedroom. Spinning her around, I sit down on her bed with her knees straddling my waist. Moving my arms up around her back, I lie back on the bed.
“Let’s see. The woman said not to let me freeze. What could we possibly do to warm me back up?” I say as I slowly push us farther up the bed. She pushes up off of my chest so she can look at me with a grin on her face. I shrug at her, putting on my best innocent face, “Any ideas?”
I must have snapped something in her because suddenly her eyes go impossibly dark right before she grabs my hair, pulling me into a kiss. When she turns me loose, she sits up, ripping clothes off herself in a frenzy. With one quick bounce she scoots down to my knees while she furiously works on my pants.
“Watch the junk! The junk, woman!” I manage to get out as she rips my pants off, throwing them behind her. My underwear comes off just as quickly before a very naked Maggie slides back up. How did she manage to get her pants off that quick?
About the time I come to the realization that I'm no longer the alpha in this situation, she slides me inside her. She has my back pinned to the bed with her hands as she starts riding me hard. Her head is back, long black hair falling around her bouncing tits as she works me. I don’t know what I did to bring this response on, but I’ll do my damnedest to keep it up.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you left to slay my dragon,” she moans as she grinds her hips around. What did I just hear around the roaring in my ears? This woman got worked up over me storming out to beat the shit out of that fuckwad?
I’m suddenly not okay not being the alpha. Grabbing her hips, I flip her over onto her back before slamming hard back into her. She wants fucked by her champion? I can sure as hell do that. My thrust is so hard, she finally has to brace her hands against her headboard before I push her head into it.
“More, harder,” she screams at me loud enough I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear her. I angle myself up higher so my shaft will rub her clit with every thrust. Soon I feel her holding her breath between moans. My balls are burning to empty into her, but I have to wait for her.
“Colin, don’t stop. I’m almost…” She ends with a hoarse scream as she tenses around me. Her body arches up to mine as her muscles tighten around me.
“Oh, fuck me!” I groan, pouring into her. Not the most romantic thing that has ever come out of my mouth, but my mind has completely spun out of control. I’m not sure romance had much to do with this anyway. That was pure, raw need.
