Resisting (Dirty Cops #1)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

Ryker

I carry her into my house and lay her on our bed. She’s out hard. I think the two soul-scorching orgasms along with her lack of sleep last night finally caught up with her. I’d love to rouse her with my mouth, have another round of the hottest fucking sex of my life, and then spend the night talking to her, but she needs her rest. And damn is she cute when she sleeps. My little red fiery beauty with a face of an angel and a pussy made for sin.

I tuck her under the covers then quietly head out into the kitchen in search of food. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving. My mind was too on edge, needing to see my girl. Now, that I’ve had her, I don’t think the obsession is going to get any better. In fact, I know it’s only going to get worse.

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I’m pouring a bowl of cereal. I pull it out and see Traeger’s number calling in. It’s awfully fucking late which must mean he’s got something for me .

“What’s up?” I answer, grabbing the milk from the fridge and soaking my krispies.

“Hello to you too, dipshit,” he grumbles into the phone, but I can hear the smile in his irritated tone. “Found what you needed from the Evidence Warehouse footage. There were five different deleted videos over the last year. Four of Diaz. One of Ferguson. I got access to their personal computers, bank accounts, and phone records too, but unless I have specifics to look for, names and dates, it’s like mining through the city dump looking for a toothpick. If you can get me something more solid to go on, I can get you exactly what you need.”

Yeah, I should’ve figured as much. Tomorrow when I’m down at the station I’ll look through files and arrest records and see if I can narrow down some time frames for when certain prisoners were let go so that Traeger can get me proof of the bribes being deposited at the same time. The evidence footage is a good start, but I want to pin their dirty asses to the wall, which means I need everything, including deleted dashcam footage.

Which reminds me.

“I’ll get you some specifics tomorrow. In the meantime, I have another favor to ask.”

I ignore his grumble because I know he lives for this shit. Being hauled up inside a cave in the side of a mountain, the guy’s gotta be bored out of his mind. Having a chance to use his hacking skills and piece together a puzzle of coded mess is a good way to use his time.

“This job is different,” I say. “I actually need you to go into the server and delete the dashcam footage from my car today.” I don’t need anyone getting their hands on the video of me and my girl. They’re liable to sell it to a porn site.

“You want to tell me why?”

I’d rather not, but then his curiosity will have him watching it and I don’t want that either. “I got a little carried away with my girl and don’t want anyone distributing that shit.”

“Which girl? Mom or daughter?” He chuckles through the line.

Bastard. “The only one I ever wanted was the beauty you met. She’s it for me.” Going to put a ring on that girl’s finger one day.

But that being said, we still need to figure out how to handle things with her mom. Not being with Rowan is no longer a viable option, but I also don’t want to destroy their relationship. As soon as my girl wakes up, we’re going to have to talk about how to handle things. Maybe we wait until Rowan’s off to college and Rhonda’s sunk her claws into another man before we come clean.

“So I take it you don’t want that video to end up in the ‘Daddy and his little girl’ category on the porn sites?”

“You got that fucking right.” There’d be a lot of different categories the video would fit into. The officer and his prisoner. Grizzly bear and his nubile. Rough dogging. Dirty old man with his fresh young pussy. Shit. Maybe I need to get my hands on a copy of it. “Any way you can send me a copy with a password encryption before you delete the main server’s contents?”

That low rumbling laugh once again fills my ears. Traeger’s getting a good kick out of this. At least he’s not calling me a perverted bastard for creeping on an eighteen-year-old. “Yeah, I can get you a copy.”

“Thanks, man. And thanks for doing this job. You know the favor’s in my court now.”

“Nah, man. Still owe you for saving my damn ass. Besides, I’m more than happy to assist in cleaning up a dirty system. ‘Bout time someone actually fought against the corruption.”

Agreed. It’s definitely time to take out the trash.

“All right, I’ll get you what you need tomorrow.”

We end the call and I shovel down my cereal before heading into my study to have a look at the footage he sent. Not surprised to see exactly what I already knew: Diaz snagging weapons and drugs from the evidence room. He tucked that shit into a gym bag and walked right out, no one even blinking an eye. And why would they? He’s an officer of the law. The last person you’d suspect of stealing.

There’s also a recent video of Ferguson removing files from the closed case room. I’m not sure which ones he took, but I’ll be finding out. My guess is he’s been paid to destroy them for one reason or another. Once I know which files have been taken, I’ll be able to figure out why. Tomorrow I’ll be sorting back through their arrest records with a fine-tooth comb and get what Traeger needs.

I close out my computer, not wanting this shit to ruin my night with my girl. Speaking of…she’s still out like a light when I walk back in the bedroom. Damn. She’s just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. That red hair. Those cute freckles. Her sinfully ripe body.

She took my massive cock in her tight hole and begged for a harder fuck. No woman I’ve ever been with has fit me like a custom glove. Her wet heat strangled the cum right out of me. Every slide against her constricting walls was like tunneling through heaven. Shit. I’m hard again just thinking about it. Need to get myself a shower and calm my dick down. I’d wake my girl, but her rest is more important than getting me off.

The spray of the water washes away the grime of my day. My fist taking extra care in getting my stiff length clean.

“Mmmm….” The sweet moan has my eyes opening. I turn and see my girl standing in the doorway, watching me stroke myself. Her sleepy eyes lit with desire so I make sure to give her a solid show. Tugging my soapy hand over my shaft, running it along my swollen cockhead. Rubbing it around with my thumb while her little tongue runs along her bottom lip like she’s dying for a taste .

“You need to strip out of those clothes, angel, and come and get clean with daddy.”

That spark of heat flares in her cheeks. God, she’s so damn perfect. With her, I can be myself. She lets me take control and feeds my dominant soul. It’s part of my nature, I suppose. Another reason I like being a cop. I like to take charge and give orders. And Rowan eats it up. She craves what I can give her, and that makes us perfect together. No shame. No guilt. Nothing but a scorching hot desire for me to be her daddy and for her to be my little girl.

She drops her dress onto the ground and her sweet little cunt comes into view. I love how she keeps a patch of curls right at the top. It’s like a red flame hovering above her hot spot. Her bra hits the floor next and my eyes travel upward. Have to say, I’ve never seen a pair of tits so fucking sweet in all my life. I know age may have everything to do with how high they sit, but it’s like two round tasty donuts with cherries tipped up in the center. I want to feast on them every morning before I have my coffee. Coat them with my icing before I go to work.

Her hands trail up and down her stomach, teasing the cum right from the slit of my cock as they brush over the curves of her breasts. I choke my dick hard to keep myself from spewing too soon.

“You need to get that sexy little body in here so daddy can get you nice and clean.”

Another spark of heat swirls in her eyes. She follows my order and steps inside the shower. I take her in my arms and pull her against me, pressing my lips to hers to get a taste of her sweetness. Her tongue eagerly takes everything I give her. Her hands hold on to my shoulders like she’s trying to keep her balance. I love knowing that I can take her breath away and have her melting in my arms with a single kiss.

I pull back, allowing her to breathe and turn her into the warm water. She drops her head back under the spray, tucking her wet hair away from her face. The girl doesn’t have a lick of makeup on and she’s still the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. I reach for the soap and get my hands lathered back up then run them over her shoulders and neck, washing the top of her chest and down her arms. I wash over her stomach then run them around her hips and up her back.

She’s squirming under my touch, closing her eyes and biting her lip. I’m purposely holding off washing her perky tits, wanting to drive her mad. Waiting for her to beg me to touch her forbidden parts. “Now rinse off,” I tell her.

Her eyes fly open. The desperation clearly hitting its peak.

“But I’m not clean yet.”

“What did I miss?” I ask, playing the game, feeding our need.

“You missed up here, daddy.” She points to her breasts.

I nod and run my soapy hands over her perfect mounds. Taking extra care around every curve, palming them in my hands, then twisting her nipples between my slippery fingers. She lets out a loud moan, pushing them into my grasp. Her head falls forward against my chest like the weight of the pleasure is too much.

“Does that feel good, baby doll? Daddy getting them nice and clean?”

She nods against me. Her body completely limp and at my sexual disposal.

“Did I miss any other spots?”

“Yes,” she whispers, looking up with puppy dog eyes. “You missed my naughty spot.”

I smirk at her choice of words. “Why do you call it your naughty spot, baby?”

“Because you told me she’s a naughty girl for getting wet for daddy.”

Oh fuck. She’s not holding back on me. And damn am I hard as the fucking slate tile surrounding us.

I run my hands down her side and between her legs, soaping up her little tuft of curls. “She’s such a naughty girl for making a mess when daddy washes you. That’s why she gets spanked so much.” I slip my fingers down through her folds, rubbing through her slit, massaging over her with a deft touch. “But daddy loves his naughty girl.”

“You do?” Her eyes snap to mine, searching for the truth. She’s wondering if what I just said was part of my script or if there was truth in my words.

I pause my hand, putting the game on hold for a moment. She needs to know this isn’t just about the sex for me. I’m not trying to win an acting award; I’m trying to win her heart. “I do love you, Rowan.” I slide my hand up to her beautiful face, brushing the droplets of water off her cheeks. “I know it’s fast, baby, but there’s no doubt in my mind about the way I feel. This isn’t a fleeting infatuation, this is it. You are it for me.”

Her eyes sparkle with happiness. It’s like I just poured water on a budding flower and it just blossomed in the sunlight and is now beautiful and beaming with color. “I love you too, Ryker.” And damn, if those aren’t the best words I’ve ever heard in my life.

I pull her to me for another kiss. This one soft and sensual. Full of love and promise. This one showing her exactly what she means to me, and by the time we’re both breathless and in need of air, I know exactly what I mean to her too. There’s no doubt in my mind that our life together is going to be filled with so much love and happiness.

I reach back and shut the water off. It’s time for me to take my girl to bed and make a promise to her sweet body, showing her that I’ll always care for her every need. I grab the towel and start drying her off, then wrap it around her shoulders before I take another and dry myself off. Once I’m done, I drop it on the floor and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, her towel falling to the ground, and I carry her back to bed.

Our stare never wavers. Her eyes are filled with so much wonder. And I hope more than anything she has the same look when we’re old and gray, having just returned from a visit with our grandkids. I hope she has that look when I’m on my death bed.

I lay her back onto the bed then begin to worship every inch of her body. Kissing, licking, and nibbling on all of her freckled skin. When I can no longer stand the ache pulsing in my cock, I spread her wide and sink into her. Her body accepts me easily, constricts around me perfectly. A mold made just for me. When I hit that spot deep within her, making her tremble and purr, I mentally beat my chest. She’s so responsive. Needy and wanton. And I know just how to satisfy her sweet body.

I keep my thrusting pace slow and steady, milking the pleasure from her one pump at a time. Our eyes stay locked as I build us up and take us to that special place. The one only meant for the two of us. I drive us forward, promising to always cherish her, to be the devoting man she deserves. When I whisper those three words, “I love you,” she explodes around me, taking me right along with her.

We both detonate like a bomb of pleasure in a mine field. Every pump causing another blast to go off, another throbbing pulse in my dick. I keep pushing forward, filling her womb up with my cum. She’s absolute perfection. Her body convulses. Mouth crying out for me. Hands clinging to me as if she’s holding on for dear life. I keep rocking us through until our bodies grow weak and the shudders subside.

Perfection isn’t even a strong enough word to describe the feeling. Obsession is not a strong enough emotion to describe my need. I love this girl and I’m not just going to give her my heart, I’m going to give her the world. Devote my life and eternity in making sure all of her dreams come true. I’m taking an oath to protect and serve, and that will be my new badge of honor.