Page 8 of Fast & Dirty
“Nope,” I answer easily. He looks at me like I’m fucking crazy. I put my bottle down and stare him straight in the eyes. “The police don’t do shit. They wouldn’t help me anyway.” I should know.
“What’s that about the police?” That big, sexy fucker Maddox and their friend Pinch sneak up behind us. Maddox’s rough voice scares the shit out of me, making me jump. I think about his muscular arms holding me against his hard chest and I have to look away to hide my blush when I remember Blake saying something about how they share.
Shit. It can’t be good that I’m talking about the police in an MC clubhouse. I look to Blake but he seems just fine, grinning as he takes another swig. He’s obviously amused at the fact that Maddox scares me. I hope he can’t tell that I’m hot for him too. The thought makes me feel a little guilty. I’m not that kind of girl. Then again, I’m also not the kind that gets fucked outside against a building. Blake turns on his barstool and positions his leg between Maddox and me.
“She was just saying that police don’t do shit,” he states matter-of-factly, not the least bit fazed.
“Why’s that?” Maddox looks at me like he really wants to know the answer. The sincerity in his deep blue eyes makes me feel like I can trust him. I take another sip and decide I can give him an honest answer.
“My ex was a cop. He did some shit to me and when I went to the police, none of them did a damn thing.” I know my voice has dropped a bit and I must have sounded weak. I instantly regret saying the words. I swallow and stare at my beer before taking a sip. It’s the first time I’m actually talking about what happened and it’s harder than I thought it’d be.
Blake’s fists clench and he looks like he’s going to flip the fucking bartop over. “What’s his name?” His voice is hard and it comes out not so much as a question, but more as a demand. I flinch a little at his stern tone and obvious aggression. The grip on my beer tightens, but I try to calm myself down. He’s not Vinny. Maddox and Pinch are quiet and still around me.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say and shake my head then give him a small smile. “It was a while ago.”
He grabs my chin in his hand with his thumb running across my bottom lip and stares into my eyes. He’s searching for something in my gaze and I’m not sure what, but he gives me a small, sad smile followed by a chaste kiss. It’s a sweet gesture and I melt into his touch. When he leans back it’s awkward with the sudden silence. I shift a little in my seat, wishing I hadn’t said shit. Whatever. I take another swig. At least the beer is starting to taste better.
“What the hell do you need the police for anyway?” Maddox asks me with confusion on his face. I silently thank him for changing the subject. I don’t want to talk about Vinny.
“Nothing, I was just telling Blake that if I did get into a situation like what it looked like out there, I wouldn’t bother calling the cops.” Maddox narrows his eyes and looks between me and Blake a few times.
Pinch just lets out a laugh, easing the bit of tension remaining. “If anyone tried to put their hand on you, I’m sure Blake would fuck ‘em up. And then there’s the rest of the club.” He grabs a beer that the bartender holds out for him and pulls up the stool on my left side. “So don’t worry about that, kitten.”
“You too?” Blake asks all pissed off and looking like he wants to beat the shit out of something.
“What?” Pinch asks with all seriousness. Maddox lets out a deep laugh from his chest and puts his arm around my shoulders. I don’t flinch at his playful touch. Instead I find myself leaning into his strong hold. He turns to Pinch, completely ignoring the angry stare from Blake.
“I think Blake is a little possessive of his hellcat.” He gives Blake a huge grin. “He doesn’t like it when we call her kitten.”
Pinch lets out a high-pitched laugh. “That right, Blake?” Blake growls out an inaudible response which makes all three of us laugh and I can feel my skin heat with a blush. I’m starting to love that he’s a bit possessive of me. It’s addictive and I’m worried I’m going to be hooked.
“No, I don’t fucking like it.” He looks all butthurt again and I can’t help but to push his buttons.
“I like it when you call me kitten, Pinch.” I flirt a bit, softening my voice and lean toward Pinch while keeping a smartass grin on my face and eyeing Blake.
“That’s the way you want to play, hellcat?” Blake stands up from his seat and leans over me, forcing Maddox’s arm to fall from my shoulder as Blake cages me in. His voice is low and threatening. His dominance forces a wave of desire through my body and my sore pussy clenches involuntarily. Both Pinch and Maddox are smiling like kids in a candy store. I bite my lip and nod my head while looking up at him through my dark, thick lashes.
“Yeah Blake, what’re you gonna do about it?” I ask barely above a whisper.
Blake
I’m going to spank her ass till she’s begging me to fuck her. Maybe spank that tight pussy too. That’s what I’m going to do about it. My dick throbs at the thought of getting her spread out in front of me. Fuck, yes. I’m going to give her a little preview upstairs and then I need to talk to Pinch real quick. As soon as that’s done I’m taking her ass to my place. Just thinking about punishing that pussy has my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans. It takes every bit of restraint in me not to bend her ass over the bar and take her in front of everyone.
“Finish your beer,” I whisper against her lips before giving her a bruising kiss. “Then I’m taking you upstairs to show you what I’m going to do about it.” When I lean back, the first thing I see is Pinch’s goofy ass grin. He’s a little gangly compared to the rest of us, but it fits his nerdy persona. “Hey Pinch, can I talk to you in the back room before I go?” I’m sure they already know why I’d want to talk to them. He nods, all the while grinning.
I grab my hellcat’s beer and leave it on the bar. “See you guys in a bit.” I don’t wait for their response. Taking her hand, I lead her upstairs. This is gonna be quick, but so fucking good. I can hear her little pants as she struggles to keep up with me. I can’t wait to have her begging and pleading for me to fuck her again. I grab my dick and readjust a little while I kick the door to my room shut. There’s not much in here since I have an apartment not too far away, but there’s a bed and privacy, which is all we need right now.
“Blake?” she asks nervously while scissoring her thighs together. She may not know what’s going to happen, but she’s sure as fuck turned on. I quickly take off all my clothes, all the while staring right at her.
“Yeah?”
“What are you gonna do?” She’s throwing me a sexy as fuck look with her teeth sinking into her lower lip even as she fidgets with the hem of her dress.
I grin wickedly at her. “Get undressed.” She hesitates, so I add, “Don’t make this any worse on yourself.” She lets out a small gasp at my threat and starts unbuttoning her cardigan. I stroke my dick, watching her hands move.
“Pick up the pace.” I don’t need a striptease; I just want her bared to me. She leaves the sweater in a small pile on the floor and pulls that scrap of a dress over her head. I groan at the sight of her gorgeous body. She reaches down to unstrap her heels, but I stop her. “Leave them on and get on your knees. Now.”
Her eyes never leave me as her lips part slightly, releasing a soft little moan, and she drops to her knees right in front of me. Her submission makes my dick that much harder.
