Chapter 6
COLT
Dr. Molly Simon was a bad girl. She didn’t let me explain why I hadn’t been in the hotel room when she’d knocked.
The fact that now I knew she officially had showed up there confirmed that she’d felt what had been between us as much as I had.
She had every right to be pissed. I was pissed at myself.
At Trig for hurting his fucking knee and ending his rodeo career at the absolute wrong time.
I mentally retracted every single bad thought I had about Lance Mann. Because of him dead in the morgue, I’d found my girl again.
I loved my brother and had worried about him and his knee injury, but I’d lost my shit when she never showed after I returned to my hotel room.
I’d been too late. I knew it. It’d been the last night of the rodeo, so the arena was empty the next day when I circled back.
Not a car in the lot. We’d left Cheyenne and drove home to Devil’s Ditch, Montana knowing I’d never find her again.
But fate gave me a second chance through a fucking murder investigation.
She needed to know the truth. Why I’d stood her up. That I wasn’t a shitty guy. That I wanted what Ma and Pops had, with her. It might have been a quickie in the closet, but that had been the start. Fate had flung her into my path again and I wasn’t losing the opportunity to make her mine… finally.
She’d listen to me. Whether she had a red ass while she did it was up to her.
Then I was going to fuck her like we’d both been dreaming about all this time.
Because the one thing I knew about my pretty girl was that her body didn’t lie.
Her nipples had been rock hard beneath that scrub top, all but begging me to suck on them again.
Her brain might hate me, but her body craved mine as much as I did hers.
That was why I found out from the triage nurse what time shift change was and I waited in my patrol car for Molly to leave the building.
I watched her settle into a later model SUV and drive out of the lot.
Then I followed until she was on the main road heading out of town, then flipped on my lights and siren.
Her brake lights came on immediately, then she slowed and blinkered to a stop on the side of the road where there was a break in the snow piles.
I angled my SUV behind her so I was blocked from traffic while we talked.
To everyone passing by, it’d be a routine traffic stop. To me, it was claiming my girl.
While the temperature was brisk, the sun was out. The road was wet from the melting snow.
Her window was already rolled down when I approached. She didn’t look happy to see me. In fact, she looked downright pissed.
“What now?” she muttered. “Can’t you leave me alone?”
“License and registration, please.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Do I have a broken tail light? Forget to use my blinker? Roll through a stop sign?”
“Step out of the car, ma’am.” I kept my voice professional. Deep. Calm. I set my hand on the butt of my service pistol, but I had no intention of using it.
She stared at me for five seconds, then sighed. Turned off the engine. Unclipped her seatbelt.
I stepped back and she opened the driver’s door.
When we were face to face on the side of the road, she squinted up at me. The sun was low on the horizon, and in her eyes. “What do you want, Sheriff?”
My dick stirred, wanting her to call me that when I was balls deep inside her.
“Put your hands on the car, please.”
Her gaze narrowed. She was still in her scrubs but had ditched her white doctor’s coat. She didn’t even wear a jacket.
“Now,” I added, when she didn’t comply.
She muttered to herself and turned to face her car, setting her hands on the window.
I stepped in behind her, looked left and right to ensure no cars were coming.
“Do you have anything sharp on you?” I began to frisk her. The touch was quick and business-like and consistent to what I did with anyone.
“Jesus, really?”
Then I made the pat down a little more personal. I stepped in close so my body just touched hers. No question could she feel the outline of my dick against her ass. My hands roamed freely now.
“Bad girls get frisked like this,” I murmured.
“Colt, what are you–”
“After I make sure you have no weapons or contraband on you, I’m going to cuff you and take you in.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re going to listen to me and find out why I couldn’t be there at the hotel that night. I’m not letting you storm off again.”
After remembering how perfect her curves were, I grabbed my handcuffs off my belt, spun her around and cuffed her wrists in front of her, which was completely against protocol.
Her gaze now was a mix of anger, confusion, and desire. Yeah, she’d liked being felt up on the side of the road like the bad girl she was. She liked knowing that I was taking charge, taking the decision away from her for hearing me out.
Because if she gave in and listened, then she’d have to admit she wasn’t as angry or upset as she wanted to be. She didn’t have a choice but to sit and hear the truth.
Reaching into her car, I pulled out the keys, shut the door and clicked the locks. Then I stuck the keys on top of the rear tire.
Taking her by the elbow, I guided her toward the passenger seat of my SUV.
I helped her into the front seat, then clipped her belt in place. When our faces were close enough where I only had to move an inch to kiss her, I froze. She licked her lips.
Yeah, she was mine.
I closed her door then went around. Got in my seat. “You can’t leave my car here.”
“I’m not.” I pulled out my personal cell and called Shep.
“Hey, brother, what’s up?” he asked.
“Hey. Listen, I need you to pick up a silver SUV on Route 43, about a mile from the medical center. Wyoming plate. Keys are sitting on the back tire.”
Shep had been fiddling with engines since he was a little kid, fixing the lawnmower, then moved onto the family tractor and even our snowmobiles.
For extra money and summer jobs, he’d go around town fixing what anyone had broken.
He’d started his shop two years ago, skipping college for vocational training as a mechanic because his demand was so great.
The sheriff’s department even used him for tows.
“Want me to keep it as an impound?” He had a small lot beside his business where vehicles that were evidence or used in a crime were held.
“No. Bring it to my house.”
He was quiet for a moment, then said, “You got it.” He hung up.
She was quiet for a few minutes, then she asked, “How long are you going to keep me?”
I glanced away from the road for a moment, met her dark eyes.
“Forever.”
Her mouth opened in surprise and all I could think of was getting those lips wrapped around my dick.