Chapter 4 - Chloe
CHLOE
Two days after Finn's release, I was back at the station pretending everything was normal.
"We've had a spike in motorcycle gang violence. I want to take these clowns out. They're bad for business and the city. The mayor is having a fit." Sheriff Malone was grumbling to Officer Peters, and I primed my ears for information as I sat typing at my keyboard.
"I know, and none of them will talk. His lawyer was right; we can't hold them for long.
They won't snitch." I watched from the corner of my eye as Officer Peters stuffed a burrito in his mouth.
He was such a slob. Beans and rice slipped out as he pinched it together in his hands and ate it.
I kept on typing. Officer Malone looked over my way with an annoyed face.
"Chloe, have you finished that report yet on Finn?"
I looked up with a neutral face. "Not yet. Should be ready by lunchtime." I smiled as I scratched under my bun with a pencil. I needed to get outside; the muggy air inside was causing me to feel sluggish.
"I tell you what we can bank on is the Albuquerque Task Force coming in and shutting down their whole operation. They get here in five days, and we have to be on our game as a department. It will really put us on the map. Edgewood needs a win," Malone barked to Peters.
I saw Margaret's eyes light up at the news. She just followed instructions, never questioning anything, like how they were adding fake charges to Finn's record. I'd photocopied that record and stuffed it in my purse. I had his mobile number stored in my phone from the report.
My stomach was in knots at the fuckery of the situation. I had to warn him about the task force.
The urge to see him wouldn't leave my bones. I felt so attracted to him; even back in high school he'd been my crush. I wanted him bad. I kept looking at his mug shot, which I had a copy of in my desk. He exuded power, complications, passion, and raw sexual energy.
I wanted a taste of all that heat.
I practically leapt out of my chair at lunch, letting my fingers start walking over my phone. They walked right into Finn's inbox as I texted him.
I have to warn you about something. Wanna meet? Chloe.
Hey, hotstuff. Sure, time and place?
Shady Meadows Hotel. In 10 can you do it?
Yes. For you I can. See you soon. x
I felt the wetness seep through my lace panties as I thought about that hot hunk of a man taking me hard against the wall, slipping my panties to the side.
Yesss. Just what a girl needed. I needed to relieve some stress from this godforsaken job.
Staring at Officer Malone all day was enough to drive a woman insane. Shady Meadows, here I come.
As my hands gripped the steering wheel on the way over, I thought how much Finn had changed.
Apart from the muscles, he pretty much still looked like the tortured soul I remembered from high school, sitting on the sidelines getting busted for smoking weed and being expelled.
He was the ultimate bad boy. I wiggled around in my car seat as I thought about those lips on me.
"Phew!" I said out loud. "Get it together, Chloe." That didn't stop the shit-eating grin I had on my face.
As I waited at the lights, I looked down at myself. I cleaned up all right. I was rocking an A-line dress today and I looked pretty damn good. Good enough for Finn to eat, hopefully.
As I pulled off the highway into the parking lot of the seedy hotel, I saw Finn leaning his hulkish figure against his bike. I swear I groaned out loud. He was head to toe in tattoos and pure brawn. I loved it.
He'd seen me pull in; I searched his face for signs of what was to come. He had a smile on his face, so that was a good start.
I parked the car. Flustered, I took a few deep breaths and spritzed myself. I swung my long legs out of my vehicle and came around to the front of the car.
His large, manly presence made its way to me. He wore that open V-neck shirt I liked and those cargo pants with tawny boots. "You called?" He smirked.
"Uh, yeah. I wanted to see you. I have to tell you about a few things going on at Edgewood." Wanting him to be clear what I wanted, I ran a finger over his outstretched hand as he placed it on the hood of my car.
"Something tells me you didn't only call me here to tell me about the cops." His velvety tone made me weak at the knees. Those piercing dark eyes could take my soul anytime. Droplets of rain started to hit my face.
"I mean… I don't know what you want to do, but…" I put my hands out to the rain, letting it drop into my palms.
"I wanna do the same thing you want to do.
You look fucking hot in that dress. But you don't need it on, that's for sure.
" The richness of his tone was music to my ears.
He pushed his hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear.
"Let's get a room and we can finish this conversation inside.
What do you say? I don't want you getting wet—at least not from the weather.
" He winked before turning to head to the hotel.
I tilted my head to him with a giggle. "I would say yes. I'm game if you are." Every square inch of my body ached with anticipation of this man's imprint. I wanted to be a tattoo on his body.
He walked in front of me as one or two cars exited the parking lot. The hotel rooms were set up in rows downstairs with a dowdy mustard yellow paint job, the upper row in a different color. We walked to the reception as Finn pulled out his wallet.
"Room for two, please. Just for a few hours," he said simply. The guy behind the desk was thin with slick dark hair and bags under his eyes. He threw Finn a smug look.
"You want the deluxe room for an extra twenty? Got a jacuzzi and everything." He raised his thin eyebrows up and down. I ignored him and waited.
Finn answered with a death stare. "No. Just the basic." He slid the cash across the counter.
The guy huffed a little. "All right, suit yourself. Coulda been real nice. But hey, you do you." He gave me a weird look but handed Finn a large rectangular key in exchange. Finn snatched it with his large hand with a warning glance and searched for my hand from behind.
I put my hand in his, feeling the incinerator of heat circulating between us as I followed him to the room. My heart was beating hard in my chest, but I felt alive. What we were doing was so taboo, and it was turning me the hell on.
He jiggled the key in the lock, opening it up to a clean and basic room. You could hear the bar fridge whirring and the shower tap dripping. Couldn't really expect much for the price.
Finn closed the door behind me, turning with a hand on my stomach, pressing me back into the door. He leaned one arm above my head and bent to own my mouth.
He smashed down on my lips, crushing them with his own possessively. I panted with pleasure as I found his tongue merging with mine. He grabbed a hank of my hair, pulling it gently. I gasped in shock as he tilted my head back to bare my neck to him, scattering hot fiery kisses there.
"I must have been crazy in high school. I missed out on you," he mumbled. He stopped and lingered for a minute near my neckline, stroking it.
"Why'd you stop?" I panted with desperate longing.
His eyes hardened. "Because you had something to tell me, right?"
I licked my lips, still trying to catch my breath. "Ah yeah, you need to know Albuquerque is bringing the task force in to raid all the motorcycle club warehouses. They're doing a sweep of the region. They're gunning for you guys. I thought you should know," I let out breathlessly.
He eyed me suspiciously. "When?"
"Five days," I replied.
"Why did you tell me?" he asked as he ran his large hands over my waist to cup my breasts and squeezed. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, the nice pressure of his hands making my insides scream for more. A little hint of a smile came over my face at the torturous pleasure he was inflicting on me.
"I don't know. I feel drawn to you. I want you," I admitted coyly as his thumbs grazed over my erect nipples.
The material in between needed to come off.
I wanted to feel those hands on me. And now.
I could hear the spike in his breathing as I grasped his shirtfront, the beat of his heart pulsing under my fingers.
"Well, the feeling's mutual. Now, where were we?" Finn's eyes blazed with hot need as his hands roamed freely over the top half of my body.
I found the bottom of his T-shirt and helped him lift it over his head to reveal a broad and taut body. I ran my fingers over the tattoos, looking at one in particular: a mermaid sitting on a rock near his chest.
"I like this. Someone you know?" I breathed as he swung me from the door to the queen size bed.
"Could be you, the sexy siren from the station.
I've already mentally undressed you multiple times in that holding cell.
" His soft, tawny beard tickled a little on my earlobe as he grabbed my ass, pulling me sharply against him.
I let my fingers glide through his wild, unruly hair, which was as untamed as he was.
"Oh yeah? Well now you get the real deal," I reminded him. I felt him grin into my neck as we stood at the edge of the bed. Together we got my dress off, then without wasting any time, he deftly released the clip on my bra and let it fall, his pupils dilating at the sight of my heaving breasts.
I let both my arms hang loosely around his neck.
He went to work cupping and bringing my aching buds into his mouth, sucking and flicking mercilessly with his tongue.
The euphoric sensations made the throbbing ache between my legs increase.
I enjoyed watching him take me out of my aching misery to walls spasming in seventh heaven.
I swear I felt my body elevate off the bed as the orgasm reverberated through me.
I sighed as he kissed his way back up, dropping kisses that felt like hot coals along my wired skin.
"You taste like candy. Ready for me?" His angsty eyes were glazed in the pits of fiery desire as I struggled to catch my breath. He came off his knees and onto the bed.
"More than ever, please," I pleaded. He smiled as he ran his hand over my smooth leg, wrapping it around his tightly toned back. His inked body hovered over mine as he rolled on the condom. I licked my lips, greedy, ready, wanting him.
He entered me slowly as my insides gripped around his length, sliding gently in and out. His hands were low on my stomach as the bed squeaked and I called out his name, "Finn, yes!"
"Is this what you wanted, baby?"
"Give me more," I cried out, his gentle pace too slow. He was doing it on purpose. I opened my eyes, surveying his brutish grin.
"How much do you want?" He groaned low in his throat. He thrust a little harder as I felt my creamy walls ready to collapse again, a slick sweat enveloping both of us. The Shady Meadows hotel room was heating up to an inferno.
"I can't take it," I cried out hysterically as he brought me close to the edge, only in cruel torture to bring me back down again.
He eventually took me out of my misery as his primal urges kicked him into overdrive. He pumped in and out of me, friction increasing, his wild-man hair making his twisted face even more beautiful.
I angled my hips up high, moving in time with him as my breasts swayed. I listened as he cried out in sweet release, the hardness of him at his peak making me fall over the cliff with him one more time.
"Chloe!" he yelled out with passion as the veins in his neck strained. I'd gotten my biker fantasy realized after all.