Resisting (Dirty Cops #1)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Rowan

R yker pulls out behind Myrah, following at a close distance. The sexual tension in the car is palpable, but there’s no way in hell I’m giving into the lust this time. Not after he crawled into my mom’s bed last night with the scent of me still clinging to his fingers. I wonder if he used the same hand on her. Bastard!

I turn and face the window, ignoring his penetrating stare. If he thinks he’s going to break me this time, he’s wrong.

My mind races as we drive. I’m a wreck of mixed emotions. I want to hate him for barging into my life and intruding on my every thought. For causing such deep and dirty desires to flood in. I want to hate him for embarrassing me in front of everyone at the party, and acting as though he has some kind of claim on me when he’s clearly involved with my mother.

But then…I think of the look in his eyes when he saw me. The possession that oozed off him made me tremble in hot need. And then there was that kiss. I’ve never had a kiss like that in all my life. It was full of that same possessive force, like he wa s staking a claim. Marking me as his. And man, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted his tongue to keep licking and striking down my reservations. I wanted those firm yet soft lips to keep sparring for control. God, it was so hot. So hot, I nearly climbed his body and begged him to fuck me in front of the room full of people.

We turn left onto a street canopied by giant oak trees and I know we’re getting close to Myrah’s house. She lives on the fancy side of town. Where all the mansions sit behind gated entrances. But even though she grew up with money, her home life isn’t much better than mine. Just goes to show that money truly doesn’t buy you happiness. In fact, it turns some people into greedy monsters like her stepfather.

Ryker pulls to a stop on the side of the road, and I watch as Myrah’s car enters her driveway then parks in front of her house. She climbs out and immediately looks at me. I give her a nod, mouthing that I’m fine so she won’t continue to worry. I know I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do, especially after that sexually charged kiss, but right now, my hands are cuffed behind my back and I can’t even reach my phone to send her a text.

As soon as she’s inside her house, Ryker pulls back out onto the road. But he’s going in the wrong direction. The trailer park is the other way.

“You need to go back onto Ellerson,” I state, keeping my eyes glued to the passing trees. I don’t trust myself to look at him. Being handcuffed and at his mercy is already making this hard enough. It definitely is putting me at a disadvantage, and not just a physical one. I can’t stop thinking about him pinning me down and clubbing me with that huge cock he’s got tucked between his legs.

Ryker ignores my comment, and makes no attempt of turning the car around. He keeps heading in the direction of town. Maybe he’s taking me to jail and plans to lock me in a cell to teach me a lesson. I wonder what he’ll do after he gives me a strip search and discovers how wet I am. Goodness, I have to stop before I leave a puddle of incriminating evidence on this seat.

“Thought I told you no boys, Rowan.”

His gruff tone sends another flood of heat right to my core. I crave his dominance. My body wants to be controlled and disciplined. Maybe I do have daddy issues after all. There’s never been a man in my life taking the upper hand and making me mind. I’ve had to fend for myself in this life, parent myself, which has made me more mature for my age. It’s also exhausting. And for once, I want to hand over the reins and be guided and looked after.

I meet his glare in the rearview mirror, watching his temple pulse with anger. God, he’s too damn sexy for my own good. It’s nearly impossible to stay strong when all I want to do is climb into his lap and beg him to keep me as his little girl. But I’m not going to lose this battle. I already slipped once when I let him kiss me, and I won’t let that happen again. I will never share a man with the witch, no matter what my perverted mind and body crave.

“Still don’t know why you think you have a say in the matter.” I shake my head. “You’re dating my mom, not me, remember?”

I hear the steering wheel creak under the tension of his grip and suddenly we’re swerving off to the side of the road. The car goes bobbing over grass and rocks and we head right for the tree line. We come to a jolting stop and then Ryker’s jumping out of the vehicle and opening my back door. I’m grabbed by the arm and yanked from the car then dragged to the hood of the vehicle as if I’m some kind of criminal he’s about to frisk.

I know I should be pissed by his rough handling, but I’m only getting hot inside. And when he pushes me up against the car, wedging himself between my legs, his stiff cock pressing right where I’m the neediest, my panties grow even wetter.

“Let’s get something straight, baby doll.” He leans in, removing the space between our bodies, trapping my breasts against his firm chest. His mouth awfully close to mine. Those dark eyes of his locking me within an intense hold. The power to withstand the pull is already being stripped away. I’m growing weaker by the second.

“I’m not in a relationship with your mom. Never have been and never intended to be. As shitty as this may sound, what happened the other night was a drunken mistake that I will forever live to regret. And the only reason I’ve even spoken to your mom since and showed up with dinner the other night is because I can’t seem to shake you. You’ve managed to seep into my soul and now it feels like I need you to fucking breathe.”

His words send a rush of warm flutters right through me. I feel it too. Like I’m struggling for air when he’s not around. My every thought is of him. Then when he’s near, it’s like I’m being choked by sexual desire. Being suffocated by the unbearable lust that I’ve never felt until he walked into the kitchen and walked into my life.

“I have no attraction or feelings for your mother, baby. It’s you that I want. You’re all I can think about. You’re my obsession.”

Thank goodness for the vehicle under my bottom because my knees have given out. I want what he’s saying to be the truth. More than anything.

“But what about last night?” I ask, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears, so full of hope and yet the doubt still lingers in the recesses of my thoughts. I’ve been with enough guys to know they will say whatever is needed in order to get what they want. Just look at Hunter. “You took her to her room. I heard you two.”

His lips graze over my chin, finding their way up to my ear, where they nibble and tease another tremble of need out of me. Making a severe mess of my panties.

“She was drunk and I didn’t want her to pass out on the floor. I’m not sure what you heard, but all I did was tuck her into bed and then she was out like a light. If you hadn’t run off, you would’ve known I came right back out of the room. Spent the whole night driving around searching for you, nearly going insane today until I saw your car at the steakhouse.”

“You did?”

He nods, dropping his forehead to mine, breathing in hard like he’s struggling to maintain control. The look in his eyes has a rush of feelings blooming inside my chest. A tightening warmth that I’ve never felt before.

“I looked everywhere for you, baby. Drove up and down every street in this town. Finally figured you’d be working tonight so I waited outside the restaurant. But my urges were too strong and I didn’t trust myself not to go inside and claim you in front of the whole damn place, so I drove to your house and waited there instead. I saw you and that friend of yours show up and I was waiting until she left. But then you two left, so I followed you to that party. And I have to say I’m not too happy about walking in and finding you rubbing up on that guy, baby. He was almost castrated on the spot.”

I bite back a grin. Knowing he was that jealous over me is a heady feeling. Although, Ryker truly had nothing to be jealous over. He’s managed to infiltrate my senses, and I’m afraid no other man will ever stand a chance again.

“Jared was withholding information from Myrah,” I admit. “So I was trying to coax it out of him for her. It didn’t mean anything; I was just toying with him.”

His grip around me tightens. “You’re still going to pay for that stunt, baby doll. And the next time you and your friend need to flush a guy out, it better not be with his dick, unless you’re holding a gun to it. ”

Another pulse of quaking lust washes in. I wonder what my punishment is going to be. I secretly hope it’s the kind that will make it impossible for me to walk straight tomorrow.

“Now,” he says, lifting me further up onto the hood of the car, lodging his firm cock right against my soaked panties, putting pressure right on my sensitive clit. He’s making it extremely difficult to resist. I want to rub myself up on the thick bulge to stop the throbbing ache. “Are you going to continue to fight what’s going on here, Rowan, or are you going to be a good girl and give daddy a kiss?”

God, that word twists me up inside, makes me crave the forbidden. Every time he says it, it makes me want to be a bad girl. A very, very bad girl.

“You embarrassed me in front of all my friends tonight…daddy.” I practically moan the word as a shiver of indescribable desire ripples through me. “You don’t deserve a kiss.” I know I’m fighting with fire, but I’m eager to be engulfed by the flames.

His hand grips ahold of my jaw. The look in his eyes growing dark and dominant. My panties growing wetter. “I’m done with the attitude, little girl. Now you better open that mouth and start apologizing with that tongue. Otherwise, you’re going to be grounded for the foreseeable future and won’t be leaving the house for anything other than school and work.”

A thrill rushes through me. I wish this wasn’t just pretend and that we actually lived under the same roof. I’d be trying to break daddy’s rules so I could suffer the consequences. Sneak out through the window in hopes of being caught.

“Go ahead and ground me then,” I state, keeping the defiance locked in my voice. It’s twisted that I love this game so much, but I don’t care what anyone thinks other than Ryker. And he seems to be more than eager to play. His eyes look so heavy, they’re barely able to glare at me with his feigned anger .

“You want to be a brat, fine. But just remember that brats don’t get to come.”

His lips come crashing down on mine and I open right up, letting his tongue invade my mouth, eagerly licking him back and hoping that my cooperation pleases him. I don’t want to be deprived. My pussy can’t take it. I need him to make me come so badly it hurts.

“Fuck, Rowan.” His approving groan rocks through me and has me thrusting my hips forward against his massive ridge. Never has a kiss been so severe. So full of mad hot passion. I can’t get enough. I need more. Never want it to stop.

“You’re such a good girl. Making a mess of daddy’s pants.” His teeth nip and tug at my sensitive skin while his tongue follows along, licking over every spot to soothe his delicious abuse. I try to keep up the momentum of my thrusting hips, but without the use of my arms, I’m struggling. My body is too weak with desire. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for more pressure.

Knowing exactly what I need, Ryker grabs onto my hips and holds me tightly in place while he starts rubbing his straining shaft over every sensitive spot between my legs. Working his hips at an angle. A sheen of sweat forming on his brow. Pure sexual pleasure gripping his features. My soaked panties are barely a barrier between us and I can feel every pressing slide.

I let out a sound so desperate I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. My orgasm is building and the flames are becoming an inferno. I’m so close. Rushing to be incinerated by the pleasure. Then suddenly it comes to a jolting stop. The pulsing sensations left right on the precipice. My body hanging in a limbo of madness.

My eyes fly open as he pulls away. Please tell me he’s not truly going to deny me. But then his head drops between my legs and the panic subsides. He’s not punishing me; he’s going to give me a different kind of kiss. He rips my panties away and the guttural growl he emits sends a thrill straight to my clit. Ryker is even more desperate than I am. The look in his eyes wilder than any feral animal lurking in these woods.

At the very first touch of his mouth against my swollen, slick flesh, I nearly buck off the car. His lips and tongue are everywhere, not leaving a single part of me untouched. His attack exquisitely ferocious. I’ve never felt so desired before. Not even with Hunter, even though I know he craved sex with me. But it’s like Ryker is truly obsessed. Like he can’t get enough.

His wild grunts drive the heat forward. Those heady sounds combined with his expert tongue plundering my hole while his thumb massages my clit into an oblivion. He sends me tunneling through the forest of raw, animalistic pleasure. I’m chasing after it hard and fast, and then I slam right into my orgasm. My wild cries howling at the moon like a wolf in heat as I’m impaled by the pleasuring blasts of ecstasy.

My body convulses, pussy squirting all over his ravenous tongue which is diving in and out and all around, trying to lap up every drop I give him while his thumb rubs my clit expertly, making sure that every delicious pulse is felt throughout my entire body. He doesn’t let anything fizzle out like I’m used to with the other guys I’ve been with. His attack is unrelenting. And absolutely amazing.

The powerful shocks almost become too much and my thighs try to snap shut to have a reprieve but his head keeps them from closing. The deep hungry timbre of his voice has my eyes opening. “You’re in so much trouble, little girl. Never tasted anything so fucking good.” He licks his lips. “Now daddy’s going to have to punish this little pussy for being too damn tempting, for causing daddy’s dick to hurt.”

His hot, dirty words relight the flames that were finally starting to settle down. I love knowing the effect I have on him. “Show me,” I whisper, still breathless and almost horse. I’m desperate to see the proof between his legs, to see how hard I make his massive cock.

Ryker raises back up to his full height, eyes still glued between my legs as his hand travels down the front of his pants. He squeezes his huge dick through his uniform, letting out a snarl. If there are any animals in these woods surrounding us, they’ve definitely been scared off by now.

He lewdly begins to stroke himself through his pants as his eyes raise to mine, locking me in their intensity. I wish I could reach out and take over for him, rub his full length up and down, but my hands are still restrained. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his breathing grows even heavier. The feeling is clearly overtaking him. It’s the hottest sight ever.

“Never going to get the vision of you stroking that kid out of my head,” he grunts through his teeth. “It’s like a fucking nightmare singed into my memory. Jealousy is still coursing through my veins, baby.”

Guilt floods in, twisting my stomach up. I wish I could erase the moment with Jared. Wish I had never been at the party to begin with. But my own jealousy blinded me from seeing the truth. I was so certain he was using both me and my mother, but I was wrong.

“I’m sorry, Ryker. I never would’ve done it if I thought you were mine.”

He pulls me up to his chest, taking my cheeks into his grip. The look in his eyes steals my breath away. “I’ve never been anyone else’s, Rowan. Not in all my years, babe. But one look at you and I was a goner.”

That’s exactly how I felt the moment I saw him. Struck by something big and undeniable.

“I’m sorry for the way I handled things these last few days. I was trying to do right by you, babe. Didn’t think you needed to be with a man my age. And I certainly didn’t want to come between you and your mom. But I’ve been fucking up at every turn. Clearly, sending mixed fucking signals.” The guilt burns in all of his handsome features, but I don’t blame him. How can I. I’ve been so mixed up about everything too.

“Truth is, baby, I’m falling hard and fast. And as much as I should stay away and let you go on about your life, head off to college and find someone your own age, I can’t. I want you to be mine, Rowan. I want to protect you and care for you, and be there for all your big moments. I want to support you any way I can. Money. Guidance. Whatever you want it’s yours. But most of all”—his voice softens, his hold on me tightening—“I want to love you so fiercely that you feel the obsession running through my veins. I never want you to doubt again who I belong to because I don’t even think my heart started beating until the moment you crashed into my life. And I know it’s never going to beat for anyone else.”

He takes a ragged breath, pressing his forehead to mine. My heart is swelling by the second. This isn’t a game we’re playing. This is real. This is him showing me his truth. The ultimate game of chicken where hearts are on the line.

“Please, Rowan. Say you’ll be mine, baby.”

The answer is out of my hands. I’ve only known Ryker for a matter of days, and yet, I’ve never felt so cherished in all my life. So wanted and needed. And if I could’ve wished upon a star for a man to swoop in and save me from the life I’ve been struggling to get through, then he would’ve been exactly what I would’ve wished for. Maybe I’m “supposed” to be with someone my own age, but Ryker is the one I want. And the only one I can imagine ever wanting.

“I’m yours.” I let the truth fall from my lips, knowing my heart isn’t giving me a choice in the matter. I’ve already fallen. Crashing and burning up in the incredible heat.

His mouth closes the distance between us. The kiss he gives me is different from all the rest. This one is full of the same passion and heat, but it’s also full of love and promise. For the first time in my entire life, I don’t feel like I’m alone in this world. It’s no longer me against humanity. This incredible man is going to take care of me. And I’m going to take care of him.

“Ryker,” I pant. The ache between my legs is building to a hollowed-out throb. I need to be closer to him. “I want to feel your obsession.” I lick my tongue against his, striking another match of desire between us.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I beg on a whisper. “Now.”

His snarling groan falls into my mouth right before our kiss comes to an abrupt stop. Suddenly, I’m yanked up off the hood of his cruiser and turned. Forced forward to where my chest and cheek are firmly pressed against the cold metal. My arms are still locked at my back and my ass is now fully exposed. I’m at his complete mercy and I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.

Ryker’s unleashed this need I never knew was in me, and now, I can’t get enough of his rough dominance.

“Goddammit, Rowan.” His harsh grunt has me glancing over my shoulder. He looks as unhinged as he sounds. Those intense eyes are locked between my legs again. “How the hell am I supposed to function at my job when this ripe little body is waiting for me at home, all wet and needing daddy to take the ache away?” His palms squeeze my butt and a desperate moan rolls out of me.

“How am I supposed to concentrate on any-fucking-thing when this sweet ass is begging to be spanked and fucked?” A hard smack lands down on my skin. The sting is exactly what I need. What I’ve been craving. Probably for even longer than I realized.

“That’s for being a damn cock tease and turning me into an obsessed heathen,” he seethes, caressing over the smarting spot. Another spank hits my other cheek and the strike of pain has my pussy drenched. I should be embarrassed by the mess I’m making on his car .

“This is for disobeying my order.” He gives me another. And another. “And this is for touching that little prick at the party.”

Five more perfect wallops land down, and I’m barely able to think past the blinding desire consuming me. I need to be fucked so badly, it’s making me insane.

“Fuck me,” he groans, the sound so erotic. “You’re squirting all over the hood. Goddamn, you’re a good girl.”

The sheer longing in his voice has me raising my hips so he can have a better look. His fingers run lightly over the slick spot right before they plunge into my entrance. I cry out as the pleasure hits. “More,” I beg, needing to be filled, now. But instead of giving me what I want, he withdraws his fingers and takes my pleasure away.

“Daddy’s little slut just can’t wait, can she?”

I hear the sound of his buckle clanking, followed by the sound of his zipper yanking down. “I wanted to take you home and make sweet love to my girl. Show my princess how she deserves to be treated. But this pussy needs to be pounded. She’s a demanding little one, isn’t she?”

“Yes, daddy!” I cry out. “Please don’t make me wait.” I think my sanity will actually break if he doesn’t fuck me now.

I feel his cockhead press against my entrance, but he doesn’t breach my hole. The whimper that comes out of me sounds agonizing. Like an animal being wounded by a wolf. His mouth nips at my ear, making me nearly faint with lust. I can’t take any more. I need it so badly.

“You ready, baby doll?”

“Yes,” I moan. I’m beyond ready. My pussy is trying to clench and pull him into my body, but he’s just out of reach.

“Because once I go in,” he grunts into my ear, “there’s no going back. This pussy will be mine forever. Understand?”

“Yes, Ryker,” I beg. “Please.” I want to be his. His woman. His little girl. I want to be his everything.

“Good answer, because I really wasn’t giving you a choice. ”

His growled admission is followed by the feeling of intense pressure. His dick isn’t just long but it’s so thick that he barely wedges inside. Each inch deeper he sinks in, the more stretched I become. Even when I was losing my virginity, I didn’t feel this full. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m thankful he’s going slow. Though, I can see it’s causing him great pain to restrain himself. He’s practically shaking. His need clenching all of his features.

My channel slickens further at the sight, allowing him to slip in faster.

“Goddamn, it’s too fucking good.” He finally sheathes himself fully and the tension unfurls. His head falling back on his shoulders as his body shudders.

He lifts his head and his eyes meet mine, pure lust burning in his stare.

“You’re so tight, princess. Don’t even have to move and you’re choking the cum right out of me.” He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in. “So tight and wet.”

Having his heavy balls pushing against my clit is a heady feeling. Even his sac is impressive. Every inch of his body is perfection. Next time, I want to be on top, watching his glorious body as I slide up and down on his magnificent cock.

He grabs ahold of my cuffed hands and yanks me up to him. His mouth presses to mine and devours me whole. The position I’m in heightens the moment, putting me completely in his control, especially with his hand braced around the front of my neck.

“You kiss like a slut too,” he rumbles into my mouth, then pulls away. The next thing I know, he’s uncuffing my hands. I almost beg him to keep me locked up like a prisoner, but I hold my tongue when he starts barking out an order. “You need to hold on to the hood, little girl, because I’m about to fuck you so damn hard.”

His cock slides back out of my soaked channel and then in one forceful push, he thrusts back in, hitting my cervix and sending a lightning bolt of heat down my spine. No one has ever touched me so deep, and it’s a mind-blowing feeling. To all the girls who have ever said size doesn’t matter, I’m quickly beginning to think they’re wrong. Ryker’s hitting my G-spot with every pass, rocking me to a level of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

“This tight little pussy is daddy’s sweet salvation, baby. Never felt anything so good. Never going to have my fill.”

His pumping is hard and fast. Balls slapping against my clit at an equal force and I’m building to that place again. My body is quaking from the power that’s about to be thrust upon me. I’m holding on to the hood, my nails clawing at the paint. Ryker’s hand takes my long red hair in his grip and like a horse’s mane, he holds on as he rides us fast and hard trying to take us to the finish line.

When his other hand tucks under my front and tweaks my clit, I hit an all-time high and go spinning into a realm of pure bliss and spasming jolts of pleasure. Ryker roars out my name, then grunts out a stream of hot, dirty words, each one electrifying me with another intense aftershock. “Fuck! This tight little cunt is milking daddy’s cock so good, baby. Taking her milk like a good little girl.”

He’s filling me up with so much hot seed that all you can hear are the sloppy sounds of our love making. It’s so much that I feel it running down my thighs. His car is definitely going to need a wash after this.

Our bodies begin to settle. His dick slows to a languid stroke, pulling another slow pulse of heat through me. When he finally comes to a stop, I slump forward, no longer having the strength to even hold my chest up. I’m a pile of delicious mush and thankful for the cold metal pressing against me. I close my eyes, listening to the quiet sounds of the night, the rustling of leaves mixed with Ryker’s panting breaths, feeling utterly at peace for the first time in my entire life.