Chapter Eight
The next few days were unsettled, but things were starting to improve, so at least the next time my favourite little cop turned up, we weren’t in the midst of trying to load a fucking body into a van, to dispose of it.
Micro might have rescued her from me last time, but that wasn’t going to be the case each time, and I was actually looking forward to playing with her some more. She was remarkably easy to wind up, and I think that had a lot to do with the fact that she wanted my dick.
She showed up again four days later, full of bravado, and once again finding the fucking gate open, which is something I’m about to bitchslap the fucking prospects for.
Micro was off site with his old lady, or soon to be old lady, since he wasn’t technically our fucking Pres, or officially patched in, so he couldn’t make it official yet.
He planned to make it official via legal means though, so wedding plans were secretly under way, because of course, he wanted to spring it on her like a prick.
Anyway, back to PC Pain. This time her partner came with her, and they strode onto the fucking grounds like they had every right to be there, and I got up from my bike, where I’d been crouched down so I could polish the gorgeous artwork Rocket had done for me.
“Uh you look lost,” I said as I moved in their direction, and I knew the moment she realised it was me, because her cheeks went adorably pink, and she lifted her chin defiantly.
Oh baby, I wanna fuck all that defiance out of you, and make you all soft and compliant.
Mind you, she’d probably be no fun like that. What a dilemma.
“I’m PC Evers, and this is PC Charles, or have you already met?”
I grinned at him, offering sweet little PC Pain a wink.
“Oh we’re old friends, aren’t we, baby?”
She huffed out her frustration and stepped in my direction, but the guy with her, PC Evers, stuck out his arm to divert her, and what the fuck was he doing? I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t want my hands all over that sweet body, at least once, you know, but was it his place?
She shoved him away, so I guess that answered that one.
“My name is PC Charles, and you’d do well to remember that!”
I deliberately let my gaze travel from her eyes, all the way down and back, licking my bottom lip as I met hers again.
“I’d rather remember how you taste, baby.”
If daggers could come out of eyes, that’s what she’d be throwing at me right now, instead jabbing a finger at me.
“Stop with the harassment right now!” And thank you for walking right into my little trap, cop baby.
“I think there’s definitely harassment going on here, but I’m not the perpetrator.
See, we’ve already had our little nice cop visit, and we made with the friendly shit, but here you are again.
Bet you wanna just snoop around, and try and find some kind of wrongdoing here, right?
Thing is, we’re motorcycle enthusiasts, and nothing more.
You wanna look around, I promise, all you’ll see is motorbikes, men in cuts, and nothing else.
I mean, I have a bedroom here, you wanna come check it out? ”
“This is exactly-”
“We’re not harassing anyone, sir, merely stopping by to get to know you all,” that Evers guy stepped all over her again, but I was starting to understand their dynamic. She was the hotheaded one, and he was the one who probably had to dig her out of trouble, day in and day out.
“Well, you’ve only met me so far, and your little lady there met Micro, our Pres, but you want me to take you round and introduce you to every fucker here?
Trust me, I’m the least inappropriate of the lot.
She’ll be blushing and moist in a few minutes,” I smirked then as she started blustering again, “I mean, if she isn’t already. I know I’m hot.”
She lunged in my direction, and I grinned, easing my hands out to the sides.
“Go on, PC Pain, I dare you to assault me. I know the law, and I know my rights. You’d look good in court when I press charges. You got a nice suit with a little skirt I can imagine sliding my hands up, while you’re on the stand?”
“Okay, that’s enough. We’ll move on. It was just a routine visit.”
“I think the routine she’s after is something you don’t wanna see, man.”
Hell, she came at me again then, and I caught her wrists, effortlessly holding her in place, as I leaned down and smirked at her.
“Always wanting to touch me, PC Pain-In-My-Ass. You wanting to get that assfucking you’ve been gagging for?”
I leaned down and licked the tip of her nose, and you know what? Just like that, I was getting cuffed for assault, and couldn’t help laughing my ass off.
“Whatcha gonna write on your report, huh? Assailant licked me, but he didn’t go downtown where I wanted him? I’m willing and able, baby, I promise you that.”
“Grease, what the fuck!”
I winked at Harley. “There’s a list in my office, on the desk. Call the lawyer on it. Seems like I’m getting harassed by the police again.”
Jamie
He was insufferable, and don’t get me started on the fact that he literally assaulted me by licking me.
I know it’s going to look pathetic on the paperwork, but he was pushing me too far, and I had to react.
If I didn’t react to this behaviour, he’d only get worse.
I wasn’t exactly sure what ‘worse’ would look like on him, but I knew I didn’t want to risk it.
And it was a matter of showing Evers that I wasn’t a pushover, that I wasn’t about to take this kind of bullshit from the club he was so afraid of.
“If you wanted to get me in the backseat, PC Pain, you shoulda said. Honestly, I’m real easy. I’ll get my dick out for you anytime.”
“Shut it!” I hissed at him, refusing to turn around and look at those all fucking knowing, arrogant, asshole eyes of his.
“You’re really going through with this?” Evers asked me quietly as we headed for the stationhouse, and I pondered what the hell to put on the paperwork.
He licked my nose. Is it enough? Is it really a crime?
Is there precedent for this? If he’d spat at me, that’d be one thing, but then he gripped my wrists too.
He held me in place for his assault. It was definitely assault.
“Jay, seriously, think about this. Right off a suspension, you’re going to push your luck by pissing this lot off?”
I felt the fucker leaning closer to the grid between the front and back seats, listening to our conversation, a conversation he wasn’t invited to.
“Ooooh you got suspended? What did you do? Was it something naughty?”
I shot him a glare, and turned back to Evers as he pulled up at traffic lights.
“If I don’t make an example of him-”
“I’ll let you make an example of me, PC Pain. I’ll let you make an example of me all night long.”
I ignored him, and the grin that Evers did his best to fight off.
I mean, yeah, the guy could be funny, but it was harassment, and enough women had to put up with this shit every day of their lives.
If he was mouthing off at me, an officer in uniform, how the hell did he treat his other women, or any other women for that matter.
“He’s trouble, and he can’t get away with everything. What’s next if I don’t do anything? He’s going to assault another woman, and-”
“No other women, cop, I swear, it’s all you.”
I was ready to go back to using ‘unnecessary force’ if he didn’t shut the hell up.
“We could just let him go before this goes any further, that’s all I’m saying. It’ll be hard to make anything of this, and you know it.”
“You witnessed him assaulting me, Evers. Are you saying you won’t back me up on this?”
Grease practically pressed his face into the mesh as he groaned obscenely.
“Jesus, I’ll back you up, baby, right onto my hard cock.”
“See?” I lifted a hand to gesture to him, to show that he was proving my damn point for me. There was nothing this asshole wouldn’t turn into some kind of fucking innuendo, and, as a woman, I shouldn’t have to suffer through it.
“Last chance to change your mind, Jay. We’re about to pull in.”
“Just don’t ask me to pull out. I like filling holes with cum,” Grease said helpfully, and I clenched my fists, the decision made once and for all.
“We’re doing this.” I ignored the triumphant ‘yay’ from Grease, and an hour later, when we watched him smirk at me, as he left with his ‘lawyer’, my shoulders slumped.
It was assault. It really was. How the hell did a biker asshole have such a slick, overpriced solicitor?
How could he afford someone like that? It was just more proof that he was up to no good.