Resisting (Dirty Cops #1)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Ryker

W hat the fuck is Rhonda’s problem? Her daughter was in the room and she was trying to unzip my pants, ignoring the fact that I kept pushing her hand away. I didn’t misconstrue my words when we spoke on the phone earlier. I told her I was sorry for crossing a line the other night and that I wanted to remain friends. I asked if I could bring dinner tonight as an apology for taking advantage. In truth, I was just looking for an excuse to come over.

Ever since I left the steakhouse last night, I’ve been trying to convince myself to forget about the young beauty, but I can’t seem to get Rowan out of my system. The obsession is only growing worse by the second. I figured the only way to make it stop was to see Rowan and her mother together. I thought that once I saw their mother-daughter bond, it would snap me the fuck out of it and I’d be convinced not to pursue the girl under any circumstance. But my plan is backfiring.

Not just because the two don’t seem to be very close, but because the more I learn about Rowan, the more I want her. She’s not only insanely beautiful and wickedly tempting beyond belief, but she’s brilliant, hardworking, and more driven than most of the adults I know. She’s even more mature than her mother who’s proven throughout this dinner to be nothing like the woman I assumed she was. Not only does Rhonda lack manners, but she’s an attention hog, resentful, and highly inappropriate, considering she’s trying to jerk me off right in front of her kid. I don’t care if Rowan is an adult or not, it’s fucking wrong.

Rhonda’s hand makes another grab for my zipper and I’m bolting out of my seat.

“Why don’t you go outside for a smoke and I’ll clean up dinner?”

She leans forward. Her eyes looking a bit blurred from the alcohol. “How about I smoke your sausage instead?” she groans in that sandpaper voice that now grates on my nerves, along with everything else about her. The woman should seriously give up smoking. Pretty soon she’s not going to have a voice.

Her hands reach for my zipper again and I grip them in my hold. I’m ten seconds away from snapping my cuffs on her wrists so she can no longer get at me. But she’ll just see that as a sexual play and there’s no way in hell I’m sending that message. I’m just glad Rowan’s no longer in the room. She washed her dishes and hightailed it back into her bedroom. I wish I could get the fuck out of here too, but I feel like I need to apologize to the young beauty for what just happened. The feeling of betrayal is weighing heavier than the pasta in my gut.

Ignoring the drunken woman’s disgusting comment, I drop her hands and start clearing the table, taking dishes over to the counter and blocking my dick in front the sink. If Rhonda tries to touch me one more time, I’m going to have to be blunt and tell her that I’m not attracted to her in that way and the booze is to blame for my cock’s reaction the other night.

“Fine.” Rhonda pouts, annoying me further. “I’ll go smoke. ”

She stumbles as she stands from the table, swooping in like a vulture to grab the bottles of alcohol. I’m beginning to think she has a problem. The woman nearly killed the wine all by herself, guzzling back glasses like she was drinking iced tea on a blistering summer day. I might need to have a talk with her about it. See if I can gauge just how deep her addiction runs. In fact, I might need to have a talk with her on a few things.

I really didn’t like the way she kept dismissing Rowan every time the girl tried to speak. And I wanted to slap a piece of tape over her mouth when she started discouraging Rowan from becoming a social worker, actually advising her daughter to skip college and remain a server at the restaurant. What the fuck kind of motherly advice is that?

She should be cheering her daughter on. Praising her for wanting to make a difference. Damn, I’m not even the girl’s parent and the pride I felt hearing Rowan’s plans for the future made my chest tighten. Being a cop and seeing how broken the system is, I know we definitely need more people like her in this world. People with brains and a kind heart. People who clearly want to make a difference.

“Shit!”

My eyes snap back into focus. Rhonda’s stumbling all over the place as she enters her bedroom, crashing into things while trying to yank the shoes off her feet. She grumbles something about the bitch’s heels as she launches them against the wall adjoining her and Rowan’s room. Clearly, she’s toasted. Have to say, I’m not sure what the hell she was thinking wearing an outfit like that. It makes her look desperate, and was clearly meant to be worn by someone Rowan’s age. In fact, it would look killer on my beauty.

Rhonda lights up a cigarette and my spine locks up with tension. I hate the fact that Rowan’s being exposed to secondhand smoke. The walls in this place are nearly yellow, which means the inside of my beauty’s lungs could be black already. I told Rhonda that she should really think about quitting, at least smoke outside to mitigate some of the tar she’s breathing in and to prevent her daughter from getting lung cancer at eighteen, but clearly, my advice was dismissed. So I walk over and close her bedroom door. If she’s going to smoke in the house, she can breathe that shit in herself. Suffocate herself in it for all I care.

Damn…I’m not happy with what I’ve seen tonight. At first, I thought the friction between the mother and daughter was the typical teenage girl/mom drama, but now, I’m beginning to think there’s something else going on. Every time I asked Rowan a question, Rhonda steered the conversation in a different direction as if she couldn’t stand the girl having any of my attention. And I sure as hell didn’t miss her eyes rolling whenever the beauty did get to answer me. It’s obvious jealousy is running through Rhonda’s veins and is bringing out the worst in her. It’s making her downright hideous if you ask my cock’s opinion.

If I were taking care of Rowan, she wouldn’t be working. She’d be enjoying her youth and having fun. Schoolwork being her only true responsibility. She also wouldn’t be living in this shitty-ass trailer. I’d put a real roof over her head and make sure she feels loved and supported for whatever she aspires to do. I’d make it my life’s mission to make all of her dreams come true. Also make her fantasies come true as well.

I turn toward Rowan’s closed door, wanting to knock and apologize for what she just witnessed, but what am I supposed to say? Sorry your mom was grabbing my junk just now. Don’t mind her, she was drunk. Oh, and by the way, that hard-on was for you because I’m so insanely attracted to you I can’t think straight. I can’t fucking say any of that. Based on the tension already straining the relationship between her and her mom, if I tried to pursue the girl, I don’t think Rhonda would ever speak to her daughter again. But I’m questioning whether that’s a bad thing. I definitely don’t like what I’ve seen tonight. Then again, no parent is perfect, and a girl needs her mother.

But fuck! I need her.

The sound of the front door opening has me turning and reaching back for my gun. Who the hell is coming in without knocking? A kid who looks to be Rowan’s age is walking on in, and my grip on my weapon tightens. My chest pounding hard. This must be her boyfriend and he must be used to just walking right in. Whenever the fuck he likes. My jaw clenches.

“Can I help you?” I ask, tone sharp, jealousy chafing my every nerve.

“Who the fuck are you?” he barks back. Little punk-ass kid. By the attitude he’s throwing, clearly, he has no respect for authority.

“He’s my mom’s boyfriend, Hunter,” Rowan says, pushing past me and taking his hand. She starts leading him to her room, and for the first time in my life, I understand the meaning of seeing red.

“Aren’t you going to properly introduce me to your friend, Rowan?”

“Hunter, this is Ryker. Ryker, this is Hunter,” she says in a haste, not bothering to even look my way. When she starts to close her bedroom door, I put my hand out, preventing it from closing.

“Your mom lets you have your boyfriend in your room with the door closed?”

Seeing Rhonda’s behavior tonight, I can tell parental supervision doesn’t seem very high on her priority list.

“I’m not her boyfriend,” the arrogant jock states with a whole lot of adamance in his tone. My jealousy edges back a bit, knowing they aren’t together, but I notice Rowan’s shoulders tense. I wonder if she has a crush on the kid and he doesn’t return her feelings. He’d be stupid not to be interested in her. The girl is not only fucking gorgeous but a damn incredible catch. There certainly weren’t girls of her caliber when I was in high school; otherwise, I wouldn’t be single right now.

“My mom doesn’t care what I do,” Rowan smarts back, her attitude in full force. “Now, do you mind? We have to study.”

“I’ll clear the table so you can study out here,” I state.

Boyfriend or not, I still don’t like the idea of them laying on her bed together. I don’t like the idea of her being alone with any boy, period.

“We’ll be fine in my room.”

Rowan shuts the door in my face and my anger flares. I want to bend her over my knee so badly and teach her a lesson on respect. But I need to remember myself and keep my shit under control. Police officers don’t go around spanking teenage girls.

“I need your mouth, Row. It’s been too long.” The kid’s voice comes through the wall loud and clear. What the fuck? Study, my ass! I thought he said he wasn’t her boyfriend; sure sounds like he wants to be.

My fist raises to the door and I pound so hard the thing rattles the entire trailer. I’m a man of the law, but right now, I’m about to commit a crime. There’s no way I’m going to sit back while she’s in there sucking this kid’s dick. No fucking way.

“Rowan, get your ass out here now or I’m coming in!” I’ll fucking bust the thing down if I have to.

“What the fuck is his problem?” I hear the jock grunt.

“He thinks he’s going to be my stepdad,” she grumbles. “Hold on a second, Hunter. I’ll handle this.”

At this point, it’s pretty damn clear she needs a daddy in her life. Someone to rein in her stubbornness and show her she deserves better than a snotty little prick. He’s not only arrogant, but selfish too. He walked right in there and started making his demands. What about her? She has needs too. What about getting her warmed up and earning the reward? Little fucker.

The door opens and I see the kid laying on her bed, his pants already unzipped and open at the fly .

“What do you want, Ryker?” What I want is for that punk to be gone and for her never to see him ever again.

My jaw barely pries open to speak. Jealousy and rage are locking up every muscle in my body.

“Your friend needs to leave, Rowan.”

She crosses her arms, that chin of hers cocking up. Defiance is oozing from her narrowed stare and it has my dick glaring right back. “Says who, Ryker? You’re not my father. Nor do you pay the bills around here, which means you don’t have any say in what I do.”

My twitching palm clenches by my side, struggling to maintain some semblance of control. I want to pin her down on the bed and spank her little ass right in front of the jock, then strip her down and show him exactly who she belongs to. I’ll fuck her so good she won’t even remember his name. She’ll be crying out for her daddy, begging to suck my cock. Though, I wouldn’t let her do that until her body has been spoiled first. Multiple times.

She goes to close the door again, but I stop it with my hand, feeling the flimsy wood creak beneath my grip.

“You need to leave, kid.” I speak directly to the jock, keeping my eyes locked on my girl. “Rowan’s grounded for the foreseeable future and not allowed to have friends over. So you’ll have to find someone else to ‘study’ with.”

“I’m not a child,” she snaps. “And like hell you’re going to ground me. Come on, Hunter, let’s get out of here. We can go to your house.”

“My parents are home.” He sits up, shaking his head. “You can’t come over.”

Once again, Rowan’s shoulders tense. Not sure what the hell is going on between her and this kid, but whatever it is, it’s over. That I’m going to make damn sure of.

“Fine,” she huffs. “We can go to The Point.”

The fact that she’s even suggesting for him to take her to the number one make-out spot in town pisses me off. She’s not going anywhere with this snotnose kid. Not now. Not ever.

“We can’t go to The Point,” he says, refastening his pants and tucking his tiny pecker away. Not sure that thing would even please my girl. “RJ and Vi are there. They’ll see us.”

And why is he so damn worried about being seen with her? I’d be showing a girl like her off to the world. Unless…he’s two-timing his girlfriend and Rowan’s just a side piece. Which would explain the reaction she had when he said she wasn’t his girlfriend. And would also explain why he doesn’t want her at his house.

This is exactly why she needs a real man in her life. She needs someone who will show her that she’s worth so much more than being a side pussy. She deserves to be the one and only. Front and center. Cherished. Loved. Spoiled. She shouldn’t come second to anyone. She should be the queen.

“Son, you need to get the fuck lost and never come sniffing around Rowan again. This girl deserves more than being treated like a whore by some immature kid.”

“What’s your problem, man?” He appears behind Rowan, giving me one hell of an evil eye. “Rowan’s an adult and can decide for herself whether she wants to fuck me or not.”

Motherfucker. I clutch my fists so tight, my knuckles crack. I’m fighting to keep my rage under wraps, reminding myself again that I’m an officer of the law and can’t go around beating the tar out of entitled little shits. It’s obvious this kid’s been raised with a golden spoon in his mouth and thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants with whomever he wants. He has no damn respect for this beautiful girl and no damn respect for the law.

“It’s Sheriff,” I grit through my clenched teeth. “And my problem is your self-centered ass not showing an ounce of respect for this girl. Acting like some piece of shit, trying to keep whatever it is going on between you two a secret. Anyone would be a damn lucky son of a bitch to be able to call her their girl.” Damn, I’d give anything to call her mine.

“Now, I suggest you get back into that pretty boy sports car you have parked outside”— the one I’m sure Daddy paid for —“and get the fuck out of here. Otherwise, you’re going to have a problem on your hands. And heed my warning, son.” I pin him with the same glare I use on the murderers I put behind bars. “You stay the fuck away from her.”

Finally, the kid actually looks nervous. Like he finally woke the fuck up and realized I’m not wearing a damn Halloween costume. He better be afraid. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to protect Rowan from getting her heart broken by this little dipshit.

My eyes drop down to Rowan. Not sure exactly what’s going on in that gorgeous head of hers, but when she steps aside, giving the jock space to leave, no longer putting up a fight or trying to go with him, I think I’ve finally won a match of chicken. I thought for certain her stubbornness was going to hold strong. But maybe she’s not as into the guy as I thought.

“Whatever.” He huffs, shoving past her and me. He opens the door then stops and turns toward Rowan. “Call me when the stepfucker is out of the picture.”

When the door slams shut, I turn back to my Irish-touched beauty.

“I’m never going to be out of the picture.” The words come out before I have time to process exactly what I’m saying. But it feels like the decision to make her mine is out of my hands. I don’t give a shit about our age difference. In fact, it turns me the fuck on knowing I can guide her and teach her the ways of the world as she grows and blossoms into the woman she dreams of becoming. It certainly makes me hard as a rail, thinking about giving her a firm hand to the ass when I see that she needs it.

And as far as my work is concerned, protecting my reputation as an officer, I’m going to have keep things on the down- low for the time being. If anyone asks why I’m spending so much time with the girl, I’ll have to tell them I’m dating her mom. But once I get the dirty cops locked away, I’ll be showing my young beauty off to the world. Not giving a fuck what people think of me robbing the cradle. One look at her and they’ll all be jealous as hell.

“I don’t care whether you marry my mother or not, Ryker. You’re never going to be my father. And I’m never going to do what you tell me.”

I shake my head, tsking my stubborn girl. “You’re wrong, baby doll.” I take a step forward, removing the space between us, my breathing picking up speed. Chest pounding hard. Dick stiffly straining against the tongs of my fly to get to the one he wants. “I’m definitely going to be your daddy. And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”

Her breath hitches in her lungs. Those tits of hers perking right up. She can say whatever she wants but I know exactly how her body feels about me. She wants daddy to show her pussy what it was made for. To make that clit serve its purpose. To give her pleasure unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. Unlike anything that snotnose kid could give her.

“You can’t ground an adult, Ryker.” Her breathless dispute falls on sex-crazed ears and goes ignored.

“Yes, I can.” I reach for her hip, pulling her up against my body. Pushing my cock between her legs and proving I hold the power when a moan slips from her lips. “You’re grounded from ever seeing that boy again. Or any other guy for that matter. Daddy doesn’t share his little girl with anyone.”

Her body slumps against me, pointed nipples pressing into my chest. I finally have her right where I want her. The stubbornness replaced by lust.

“Say it, Rowan.” I lean down to her ear, sweeping my lips across her soft flesh. “Tell me you won’t let anyone touch what belongs to me. This is daddy’s little pussy. ”

I run my hand up under her skirt and cup my palm against her sacred heat, groaning when I feel how soaked her panties are. She lets out a moan as my fingers begin to rub against her.

“I won’t let them touch, daddy,” she whispers, thrusting her hips forward to meet my hand. Finally, I have her giving into me. I’ve only known the girl for two days, yet the severity of my need makes it feel like I’ve known her all my life.

“Ryker? Are you ready for your dessert?” Rhonda’s raspy, slurred voice comes crashing into our moment and I yank my hand away from my girl, rushing back into the kitchen.

Shit! I’d completely forgotten she was here. What the fuck has she been doing all this time? And what the fuck was I about to do? Have sex with her daughter while she’s in the next room, able to walk in on us at any moment. Goddammit. The problem is I’m not thinking. My desire has replaced all sense of rational thought. My obsession for this young beauty has completely taken over.

Rhonda comes stumbling out of her room in a lace negligée and I’m absolutely disgusted. Not just by her lack of decency in front of her daughter, but by her drunken state. She looks like she’s about one minute away from passing out. Guess that’s what she’s been doing all this time, probably chugging down both bottles and chain-smoking a pack of cigarettes, based on the state she’s in and the thick hazy fog of stench wafting out of her room.

She tries to come toward me, but stumbles, slurring under her breath about the bitch’s stupid heels and how she’s going to burn them. Not sure why she put them back on. In the state she’s in, they’re a walking death trap. Being a man of the law, my instinct kicks in. I need to get her safely to her bed and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. I step forward and reach for the front of her shoulders, trying to steady her. I wrap her arm around my waist then start guiding her back into her bedroom.

“Come on, Rhonda. Let’s get you into bed, hun. ”

“Mmm…yes,” she moans, her head flopping forward into the side of my neck as I bear her weight and drag her into her room. “Now you’re talking. Need another taste of that huge dick.”

Fuck me. Another scarring response that Rowan just heard. This woman has no shame. And no motherly sense.

I coax Rhonda toward her bed, while she keeps trying to grab at my dick, talking about how yummy it is to suck on. But I fight her hands off and ignore her comments. “Come on, hun. That’s it.” I maneuver her onto the mattress. “Put your head right there.” I pat the pillow. “Just like that.” She finally settles down and just like I expected, she’s out cold. I pull the covers over her then head back out into the living room, shutting her door behind me.

Rhonda definitely seems to have a drinking problem, which I need to talk to Rowan about. I want to know how long this behavior has been going on and discuss getting her mom some help. I also want to find out more about their relationship. There have been about a dozen red flags tonight and my need to protect this young girl is in full force. And now more than ever, I’m positive she needs me in her life.

Rowan’s door is closed, so I knock, wishing we could pick up right where we left off. But after what just happened with her mom, I know it’s not appropriate. Once again, the devil and angel on my shoulders are at war with one another. I want to fuck the girl so badly my cock is in a state of pain. But I also want to make sure she’s emotionally okay, and that I provide whatever support and help I can for her and her mother. If Rhonda has a drinking problem, we need to get her into treatment.

My knock goes unanswered, so I try again a little louder. But again, Rowan doesn’t respond. I try the handle and it turns. “Rowan?” I peek my head inside, but she’s not in her room. Maybe she’s in the bathroom. But when I check there, that isn’t the case .

I yank the front door open, hoping she’s stepped outside for some fresh air, but I don’t see her, nor do I see her car. Fucking shit! Where the hell did she go? All I can say is she better not have gone to The Point to meet up with that snotnose kid or I swear she’ll be in big trouble. Damn, I wish I’d put a tracker on her car. Also, wish I had her phone number so I could call her up and tell her to get her ass back here. She and I need to talk.

I storm right out to my cruiser, put my lights on, and speed my ass straight to The Point. If I find her with that kid, I’ll lock his ass up.