Chapter 12 #3
Her brows pull together, and her face contorts in pleasure as her hips gyrate to an ungodly beat.
It’s exhilarating. How quickly she’s unravelling, the desperation of her movements.
“That’s right, Gracie. Rub your greedy little cunt all over my hand. Show me how bad you want it, how much you fucking need it.”
I flex my wrist, my fingers sinking deeper, and she rides my hand faster. Like she’s about to topple off that ledge, and it’s my hand that’s gonna let her.
“Harder,” she says, voice thin.
I clutch her throat as hard as I think reasonable without the threat of actually hurting her.
What follows is a string of moans and whimpers and deep, breathy exhales. Her eyes close and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her pussy clenches hard around my fingers and she comes all over my hand.
As her spasming slows, I release her throat, and she goes limp.
She rests her forehead on my chest, her breaths starting to even out.
The way she gave in to her release was a hell of a sight.
And fuck me if I don’t want to see it over and over again.
If I don’t want to feel the grip of her pussy and listen to those sweet sounds fall from that pretty mouth.
While she recovers, I tug my hand from between her legs, and when I get a look at the slick, wet mess she left on my skin, I can’t help but smile. Carefully, I tug her from the crook of my arms and rest her against my cruiser.
“Jesus,” she murmurs, voice raw. “That was…” She clears her throat.
I grin. “That was what?”
“Don’t look so proud of yourself, Decker,” she says with an eye roll. “I’m the one who did all the work.”
I chuckle. “I’ll be here anytime you wanna do a little work, Gracie. I’m happy to sit back and watch.” Eyes locked on hers, I bring my fingers to my mouth. Blood rushes to my dick as her scent hits my nose, as her taste touches my tongue.
I suck her arousal from my skin with an obscene smack of my lips, and her mouth drops open.
All her threats, her attempt at blackmail, could for real ruin my fucking life. But this, her , it tastes like I might not give a fuck, like I might let her.
Grace’s pussy just became my new favourite meal.
“Fuck, you taste good. Better than good.” I suck another finger into my mouth, licking it clean.
With one brow cocked, she eyes my zipper and the throbbing erection pushing against it. “Need something from me, Linc?”
“Need isn’t the word for it, Grace. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
Clutching her hips, I flip her around and pull up her skirt, exposing her ass. It’s a good ass. I’m gonna fuck that too. Not tonight, but when I have more time, when I’ve got her in my bed instead of pulled over and handcuffed on a dark back road, her perfectly shaped ass is mine.
I’ve got a finger hooked in the waistband of her thong, ready to tear it down her legs, when the road ahead is suddenly illuminated with a bright white light. Headlights.
Fuck my fucking life.
Quickly, I fix Grace’s skirt and spin her around. Then I turn away from the road and adjust my dick. It’s still rock hard and fighting to escape when blue and red lights flash.
“Great,” I mutter. “Fucking cops.”
Grace snorts. “ You’re a cop too, Decker.”
“Yeah, but I’m one of the fun ones. Say nothing,” I warn as the cruiser rolls to a stop.
When the passenger window lowers and Allen leans out, I exhale a deep, calming breath, once again using the skills forced into me in therapy to keep my fucking lid from popping off.
He zeroes in on Grace, the wheels in his head already turning, a question on his lips. I know how this could look. I can’t be fucking with a woman who shares DNA with the president and the VP of the Sinners.
I have to play this right.
“Decker,” he says, tilting his head. “Shouldn’t you be at a desk doing Miller’s paperwork?”
I throw Miller a look, and he shrugs from the driver’s seat. “All hands on deck with the festival tonight, Sergeant.”
He hums, his elbow resting on the open window frame. “Spending a little time with the She-Donovan?”
With a smirk, I say, “Oh, Grace and I were just having a little conversation about her attitude.”
Grace narrows her eyes, jaw ticking, her focus flitting from me to Allen. Like that first night, she can sense the danger. She was right to be worried then, to feel unsafe, and she’s right to feel that now.
“Is that right? Do you have attitude problem, Donovan?” he asks her.
She stays silent.
Like Axe said, I have to get back on Allen’s good side. While he might not want to start braiding each other’s hair with anything short of an official Sinner arrest, I need to build that bridge back.
God, I fucking hate myself sometimes.
Before Grace can react, I grab her by the throat and pull her into me. She yelps in surprise, confusion marring her face.
“The sergeant asked you a question, Grace,” I bark, tightening my grip.
She jumps, her eyes going wide. It’s like a knife to the gut.
“Do you have an attitude problem?”
No words. Another one of our standoffs. But I can’t afford to lose this round. Not in front of Allen. To encourage a response, I press down on her windpipe, suppressing the air from flowing into her lungs.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I say.
“N-no,” she sputters.
I squeeze harder. “No, what?”
“N-no, sir,” she coughs out.
Gut twisting, I release her, thrusting her back a little too hard.
Allen smiles. “Look at that, us all being friends. You bringing her in?”
“Nah, not worth the trouble.”
“Too bad,” he says, eyes dragging down her body in a way that makes me want to fucking stab him. “See you at the station.”
As they drive off, Grace’s furious eyes burn a hole in my head.
Only when the cruiser is out of sight do I turn back to her.
I clear my throat. “Grace?—”
“Screw you,” she seethes, stepping closer. “And so you know. You put your hands on me in any way other than to uncuff me, I will not be a willing participant. You will never touch me again. Not like that.”
“I didn’t mean it, all right?” I rake a hand through my hair. “It’s just, Allen?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about him. You shit on the Sinners, on Axe and Jack, for being what they are?
But you’re worse than them. At least they know who they are.
You don’t stand for anything. Pick a fucking lane, Linc.
Either be a piece of shit or don’t. But don’t go pretending you did that for anyone but yourself. Now uncuff me.”
With a sigh, I stuff my hand in my pocket and find the key. “You gonna try and hit me again?”
“ Not worth the trouble ,” she bites as she gives me her back.
I do what she asks. I uncuff her. I don’t touch her as she slides into the back of my cruiser. We don’t speak again. And she doesn’t look back when she walks up the stairs leading to Triss and Jack’s place and slams their bright red door in my face.