Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Roxy

I t’s all so good. Everything he made. The conversation. His warm and cozy house. The way he looks at me. The way he hangs on to my every word. It’s all like something out of a fairy tale.

“You might not want to talk about your family, babe, but I need to know how you’re holding up. We all can put on a really good front, but I want you to know that you don’t ever have to hide your truth from me.”

And there goes my chest muscle, the one that’s been beating pretty erratically ever since he showed up at the hotel. My stomach was all twisted up at the thought that I was running away from something that could be amazing, but then he strapped the cuffs on, refusing to let me go, and I’ll never tell him how much that meant to me.

“I’m doing better now,” I admit. Actually, doing a lot better in the last forty-eight hours. The only one I missed when I was forced out of my dad’s house was Derek, but he proved himself to be quite the asshole. Realizing that even more so now when this incredible man keeps showing up and sweeping me off my feet. “There have been a lot of people in my life, but my dad never was. Honestly, it felt good to not be under a roof where I felt like the constant disappointment. It felt good not to have to pretend anymore for the cameras and for my father. I felt free for the first time. Like a bird let out of her cage.” Although, I kept myself locked up with my hope for a future with the arrogant, selfish asshole. But now… it finally feels like I’m free.

“I’m sorry, baby. So, did you and your brother remain close?” His voice suddenly takes a dark tone. He doesn’t like that Derek left me out on the side of the road. His protectiveness really is a sexy trait.

I’m not sure how to answer that question. I don’t want to see the look in his eyes if I share the truth. Talk about disappointment and disgust. But I also don’t want to lie to him. “He calls me whenever he’s bored and needs to talk. But I’ve decided I don’t want to see him again. He doesn’t make me feel good”— literally and figuratively —“and after I see him, I’m always left with a pit in my stomach, reminded of how he thinks I’m trash.”

“I’ll be real honest, babe. I don’t want you to see him again either. I hate knowing that he put you in harm’s way. Also hate the fact that he tried to dim your spirits. You’re absolutely beautiful, and no one should make you doubt that. I’m sorry that I got things so mixed up the other night. My intention was definitely not to make you feel like a whore.”

I know it wasn’t. The other night was a whole lot of wrong with only one right. And that was me meeting this man.

“But what if I want to be your whore, Officer?” I stand from my seat, slowly sauntering toward him, wedging myself between his legs. I run my fingers down his chest, reaching the silver button on the top of his jeans, slowly unhooking it from its little hole. “What if I want to be your little slut?”

He leans up and grips the back of my head, getting right in my face. His jaw locked and that fierce intensity is rolling off him. “Then you better get down on your fucking knees and take good care of me.” I slide down to the ground as he shifts in his seat, giving me access to unzip his pants and take him out. “You’re a naughty girl, teasing my cock, leaving me hard all day.” His words get tight as I wrap my hand around his wide girth and squeeze. Goodness, he’s massive. “I was jerking off like a teenager all day, thinking about you and that sweet pussy you’ve got.”

God, just picturing him in a bathroom stall, thinking of me as he stroked himself gets me wet between my legs. “Tell me what you thought about,” I purr as I pull him out of his pants, my mouth drooling as I get my first look. His cock is fucking sexy. Thick and long, and stiff. He makes Derek’s seven-inch dick look puny.

I lean down and give it a kiss, licking the little drop of cum that’s already dribbling out.

“God, you’re such a good girl.” He grips my hair tighter, his body giving itself over to me. “You want to know what I thought about? I thought about having your legs wrapped around my head. That pussy of yours begging my mouth to come, rubbing all over my lips. My name moaned over and over again from that fucking incredible mouth. Damn, baby,” he groans. “You have a knack for teasing my balls up tight.”

I sweep my tongue around his tip and around his shaft, teasing him further. Then finally I have mercy on him and start pulling him into my mouth. The cum slides along my tongue as I take him to the back of my throat. He’s so big I struggle to fit him all the way in, but I’m determined to make this the best blow job of his life. And I know he appreciates my efforts as his grunts grow louder.

“Oh fuck, baby. Goddamn, you’re about to have me bust. Shit.” His hips buck on a wild grunt as I run my fingers back to his back door and give the puckered spot a little massage, just taunting him at his forbidden entrance. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but Derek refused to let me, yelling at me that he wasn’t gay. Pleasure is pleasure, and from firsthand experience, I know it feels good.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, but damn if that doesn’t feel good. Hell, my little princess has a sinful mouth and some wicked fingers, doesn’t she? Sucking me down so deep. Your throat nice and snug. Those roaming little hands touching me in all the right places. That’s it, baby. Lick up every drop of my seed. Oh fuck, oh shit, Rox…” His moan dies on his tongue as I press into him, giving him the ultimate trifecta. Bobbing tightly on his cock, gripping his nuts in a snug hold, and pushing past his forbidden boundary, making sure sensations are hitting him from every angle. And it works.

He explodes down my throat, coming so hard I almost lose my hold on him. It’s a violent storm that sweeps through him, my name shouted from his mouth, and I soak myself at the sight of his convulsing body, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure plows through.

Finally, his body slumps, and I gradually ease off, giving him some sweet kisses as I pull my mouth away. His eyes open and I’m nearly struck down by the look he’s giving me. It’s a look of admiration mixed with something I once upon a time saw in Derek’s eyes, but I’m too afraid to name the emotion. My heart doesn’t want to get ahead of itself. It’s only been two days. And two days is way too soon to be feeling this strongly for someone.