Chapter 1 #2
He smiles, but his eyes don’t soften. “Spin it any way you want, Mr. Sterling, you were breaking the law. Any day now you’ll have so many points on your license that you won’t be able to drive for six months.
Is that what you want? To have a chauffeur for six months so you always have someone in the car with you? ”
That would be hell. I shudder at the thought of having to be picked up and dropped off at work. I’d rather buy a bicycle.
“While I’m not surprised you are trying to blame me for your mistakes…”
“Officer—”
“It’s Sheriff Wells, Mr. Sterling. I’m not going to argue. If you took more care with your driving, I wouldn’t have a reason to pull you over, so please spare me the blaming of the messenger.”
“Whatever, Pete.” I say it in that snotty teenage way, even though I know it’s poking the bear. It worked when we were sixteen and it works even better at thirty-two. Especially if I call him officer instead of sheriff.
“Get out of the car, Mr. Sterling.” His voice is commanding, his well-practiced I’m-in-control cop tone booming through the night, and I try to ignore the flare of heat it sends through my body. Damn my cock for liking it.
“It’s Doctor Sterling, Petey, has been for a few years now.” I’ve been on my best behavior for over a decade, and even though I’m now the town physician, everyone still thinks he’s the good one and I’m the bad seed. He had our parents fooled for years.
“Out of the car. Now, Lachlan. Right fucking now.” My name hits deeper when it comes from his lips. Hearing it said with force has my whole body coming to attention.
Having the doors off the Jeep and stashed in the back makes slipping out easy.
The closer proximity to him is not. Being near him sends heat through me, even in the chill of the night.
My pulse increases. My heart beats harder.
A rivulet of sweat trickles down my neck and continues its path along my spine.
Headlights flicker in the far distance, and that, along with a deep breath, calms me. Witnesses on the way, noted.
“Mr. Sterling, what do you expect me to do when you drive through here, speeding, no seat belt? You’re asking me to pull you over.” He takes a hard look at my driver’s license, flipping it against his finger, then tapping it on his palm.
“You know full well I was wearing my seat belt until you told me to get out of the car. I had to unbuckle it to get out.” It’s all part of the game he likes to play with me.
“It’s hard to tell with all of these aftermarket changes you’ve made to the vehicle.
” He taps my driver’s license on my side mirror.
“Pretty sure these aren’t regulation.” You can bet your ass they are, I made damn sure.
I didn’t want to hear about it for the rest of my life, traffic stop after traffic stop.
“Turn around, hands on the hood, Mr. Sterling.” He tucks my license into the pocket of his pristine uniform, then gestures toward the hood.
I turn to face the vehicle, lifting my hands as instructed.
My jeans slip down low on my hips. I’m on the lean side, and wedding stress took a few pounds I didn’t intend to lose.
On the upside, I now have the hint of a six-pack starting just in time for my deferred honeymoon.
I won’t get much sleep tonight, but it’ll be worth it for two weeks of sand, warm cerulean water, and an overwater bungalow for two.
My old soft t-shirt rises as I raise my arms, leaving my hips and lower abs bare as my Levi’s cling to my ass. They slip another inch lower, holding on for dear life.
I ran short on underwear while I was away, I’m sure Golden Boy would never be so foolish as to take four pairs of underwear for a five-day trip.
Hunting down a laundromat last night sounded like more trouble than it was worth, when the simple solution was driving home commando.
In hindsight, that decision seems more like extending an invitation.
There’s no way he won’t notice with the way he watches me. He follows me in the dark.
“I’m going to pat you down, any weapons, drugs I should know about? Better that you tell me now, if I find them myself we’ll have a real problem here.” A few legal pats down my hips and legs, up my inner thighs.
“No, nothing like that.” This has never happened with anyone else, so I have no idea if his touch is lingering or professional, if he needs to have his hands quite that high on my thigh, or if I should have goosebumps on my neck from his breath when he does it.
The headlights draw near, and a car I don’t recognize passes.
I look up the road then turn to stare down the stretch of asphalt, but no more lights appear in the distance.
He finishes frisking me, but doesn’t take his hands off my exposed skin.
This is how it starts, every single time.
Lachlan, get out of the car. Can you afford a ticket right now, medical school is expensive isn’t it?
Lachlan, spread your legs. I need to pat you down.
Lachlan, if you can’t afford this ticket maybe we can make another arrangement.
Lachlan, take my cock like a good slut. I won’t tell anyone how you get out of tickets if you do what you’re made for, your body is meant to take me nice and deep.
Have you missed my cock, Lachie? It’s been too long.
“I might have to give you a ticket.” Hah! It’s like I’m psychic. “It’s one hundred and fifty dollars. It went up on January first. Can you afford that right now, Mr. Sterling?”
He slides his hand up under my shirt and grazes my nipple.
I don’t make a noise but it takes effort.
He finds the gap my loose jeans make in front of my hip, and dips his fingers in.
Pause. Hitched breath—his, or is it ours?
I’m not sure. Now Sheriff Wells knows I’m bare tonight.
Warmth radiates along my shaft, but the touch he’s threatening doesn’t come.
I ache for it, but he doesn’t move a fraction of an inch closer.
“No one likes to waste money on traffic tickets.” I try to sound cocky as I say it, but it comes out a bit too breathless to pull it off.
“Turn around.” I do.
I’m standing, waiting for whatever he’s decided will happen next, when he says, “Last time you didn’t pay, you had those late fees and I had to see you about getting caught up.”
I don’t even answer. He’ll collect, it’s as inevitable as day chasing night. Or, more accurately, sunshine stalking darkness. I take a deep breath, but I’m no calmer, the thud of my heart in my chest picking up speed. I look up and away at the stars in the far distance.
“Why can’t you just follow the rules, Lachlan?”
He steps into my space with force and presses his heavy body into mine, I take a few steps to the side, moving toward his patrol car.
Then he grabs me, torquing my arm behind my back with some sort of two-handed cop ninja trick that lets him manhandle me.
He pushes me toward his car, shoving my ass against it before closing the distance between us.
Heat is pouring off him. He traces a fingertip over my jawline, brushing over my stubble.
I keep looking away until he grips my chin and claims my gaze. “Why do I constantly have to keep you in line?”
He presses into me again, harder, but pushes me against the car so I can’t move away.
He leads with his hips not his hands, grinding and shifting his cock against mine.
He gasps when our bodies meet and I know the second he’s in on my other secret; I’m so stiff that the zipper of my jeans is digging in, the pressure intense and heady.
He tries to kiss me, but I evade, his lips landing on the corner of my mouth.
“No, don’t kiss me.” I turn my face away.
“Look at me!” he orders, one hand fisting my hair and the other holding my hip, and I do.
The domineering tone ratchets up my need.
His blue eyes are stormy, and his pupils are dilated when he speaks.
“You’re going to lick me. You’re going to wrap those beautiful lips around me.
Show me how good you are on your knees, Doctor Sterling. ”
“I’d rather lick the little stink biscuit that lives in the bottom of a urinal at the truck stop and then get on my knees and start cleaning the floor underneath it with my tongue than…”
He pulls me closer, his hands strong and fast, then kisses me hard. Palming the back of my neck, his lips are on mine, silencing me. He pulls harder on my hair until I open my mouth to gasp with the pain, when I do, his tongue moves in to tangle with mine.
There’s a sharp sting when he uses a handful of my hair and a hand snug around my throat to shove me down to my knees on the asphalt. He pulls me closer to his bulge.
“We’re done pretending, Lachlan. Done. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul how much you love it when I use you.”
I hesitate, looking for the headlights from earlier, but they’re gone. No one is going to stumble onto us and make this stop. The button on his uniform pants is metal, decorative, and it takes both of my trembling hands to work it free.
“That’s it, Lachlan. Get my cock out, taste me.
” I draw in a deep breath, then I unzip his pants one slow inch at a time before spreading his fly open.
His black boxer briefs are bulging, and I will myself to remain silent as I tug them down and pull out his rigid length.
He must have been watching for me for a while, the wet spot on the fabric tells the story.
He’s been there waiting, planning to use me like this.
“I want to feel you sucking every inch of me and swallowing, trying to get more down your throat.”