Make Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 4)

“Are you sure you’re not doing anything more than sleeping in that man’s bed?” she challenged.

My lips twitched.

“I’m painfully aware that I’m not doing anything more than sleeping,” I said. “Trust me.”

She snickered.

“Maybe you should just act like you’re asleep and roll over on top of him. Accidentally do it naked…and you know, go from there,” she suggested.

I laughed.

“I wish I could,” I said, being completely honest. “But Justice sleeps like the dead…and when I say that, he usually sleeps like the dead on top of me. He sleeps on top of the covers, and I sleep underneath them. And he pins me there with his body. He’s totally a cuddler.”

The first night that I’d slept in the same bed as Justice hadn’t been a fluke.

In fact, he only got worse.

Now, there was touching and kisses involved.

But it never moved past that point.

And he wasn’t even aware that he was doing it, thanks to the medications that he was still on.

He was so drowsy in the morning when he woke that there was no way in hell he was aware of what he’d been doing in his sleep.

Justice Rector was not a morning person.

And it usually took him ’til his first sip of coffee before I was even willing to talk to him.

He was mean.

Not just a little bit mean, either. A lot mean.

So I’d learned to wait until he had his first taste of caffeine before I asked him anything or said a word, really.

“He doesn’t look like a cuddler.” Tanika grinned wickedly. “In fact, he looks like an assassin. I told Yao that once, and he didn’t call me weird, so I’m assuming that Yao at least thinks he’s dangerous.”

I didn’t dispute her on that.

Justice didn’t look like a cuddler.

I wouldn’t say that he looked like an assassin, but he definitely didn’t come off as approachable.

“And their uniforms!” she cried.

Now that I could get down with.

I had no other recourse but to talk about the uniforms.

“He calls himself an extra off of Chips,” I wheezed. “Personally, I don’t care what he calls himself, as long as he keeps wearing it.”

She made a curving motion with her hands.

“His ass in those pants.” She growled. “Roooooar.”

The motorcycle patrol team wore tight uniforms. And when I say tight, I mean tight.

The pants were skin-tight and tucked into tall, shiny leather boots that any hooker I knew would kill for—and I knew quite a few hookers since I worked on Eleventh Street. His uniform shirt, which was a beautiful dark blue, was also tight. And always nicely tucked into his uniform pants. The entire outfit—I mean uniform—was topped off with a black leather utility belt.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that his pants had a thin strip of white that ran down the outer seam that reflected? I found that out as I was going to the bathroom one morning and nearly scared ten years off my life when I saw their refection from where they were hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

“When I first saw Baby Lock—that’s Lachlan Downy, Junior, the cute as hell redhead that you’ve been seeing hanging around your man—in that uniform, I about died.” She snickered. “Baby Lock used to be this surly teen with a perpetual bad attitude. Then turned into that? Yowza.”

My eyes focused on her.

“You know Lock?” I asked curiously.

She nodded. “Everyone knows Lock that’s been here for more than ten years. I’ve been here going on twelve now. And Baby Lock—he really hates being called that, by the way—is a staple around this station. Like the team mascot—only more like the team baby. Everyone loves him.” She shook her head. “I still can’t believe he did what he did.”

I looked at her with curiosity written all over my face.

“What did he do?” I whispered.

Her brows rose. “You won’t get that story from me. It’s not talked about.”

I opened my mouth to push, but there was a throat clearing that had us both jumping and turning in our seats.

Her husband, Yao, was standing there looking like he wanted to kiss the hell out of her. Then spank her.

Oh, and there was a rather dark and pissy looking man standing right next to him. In his tight pants that we were just talking about, as well as his hooker boots.

“Oh, baby,” Tanika said. “When did you get there?”

Yao moved his hands as Tanika did when she was describing Justice’s ass, and I covered my mouth with my hands to keep the burst of laughter inside.

Tanika shrugged. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking out that girl’s boobs when we were in line at the coffee shop this morning. I saw. The girl saw. The girl’s man saw. He was just too intimidated by you to say anything.”

Yao shook his head. “I was looking at the gun that she had concealed underneath her boobs.”