Wrench - Steele Riders
Just as I finish giving my statement, the state troopers enter the sheriff’s office.
“DA Brandon.” A well-built officer about the Sheriff’s age greets the guy in a suit. He’s another beast of a man. Every single one of them is good looking and I wonder if it’s an anomaly or is there a specific club dedicated to sexy men and sending them in my path. Not that they matter because my body and soul have been hooked on Simon since I first saw him.
“Hello, Shepherd. This is Sheriff Jacob Lawrence.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. What do we have here?”
“A transport to the county jail with a half a dozen charges.”
“Okay. Do you have the transfer paperwork?”
“I’m working on it now.”
They go about the transfer, but Simon pulls me into his arms. “We’re good to go now, Dash.”
“Okay. I’m ready to go home.”
As soon as we get to his SUV, he asks, “By home you mean mine, right?”
“No. I need to go to my apartment.”
“I know this is fast as fuck, but you know you’re the one who waited eight months to decide to come out of the shadows.”
“Well that’s because my car broke down.”
“Would you have ever come out of hiding.” I read the hurt and sincerity in his question.
“I was. I’d been working up the nerve especially after my coworker was after you.”
“Coworker?” he wags his brows and I punch him in the chest.
“Asshole.” I spin around and begin walking away, but he’s on me, holding my wrist he twirls me so that I slam up against him.
“I was teasing, Dash. You can ask my crazy mother what I thought of the woman at the store.”
“Sorry. That’s pretty childish of me.”
“No. You were showing that you were jealous, and I took the wrong time to make a joke.”
“I think that it’s just because so much has happened in the past twenty-four hours that I’m tired and emotional.”
“Let’s get some rest.”
“I have to check in on my roommate and get some clothes.”
“That works for me.”
As soon as we get to my apartment, my roommate opens the door with a grin on her pretty face. “What brings you two back?” she asks, wagging her brows.
“I need to grab some clothes.” I walk into the apartment with Simon on my tail.
“Woohoo! Get it girl.” She turns to Simon and asks, “So when are you going to introduce me to your friends? A girl got needs too.” I roll my eyes.
“Next time we get together, I’ll invite you.”
“Soon would be awesome.”
“As soon as I get her to marry me, then we’ll be having a big party. Although some people are busy at the moment having babies.” Shit. We could be having a baby. We’ve had unprotected sex both times. Does he realize that? Of course he does. I told him I wasn’t on anything and yet he never stopped to protect himself.
“Oh my God, you’re going to have a baby soon, aren’t you?” Sarah screams, covering her mouth.
“We’ve only been together a day. I don’t think that’s how it works,” I tell her, trying to keep Simon from freaking out but when I turn to check his expression he’s smiling.
“I can only hope,” Simon growls, tugging me to his chest. “Dash, let’s get your things.”
We enter my bedroom and I blush because it’s a mess. “What’s this?” I turn my head and all the color drains from my face. He’s holding my secret photo of him with a smirk on his face.
“Um…your mother gave that to me.” It’s not like I stole a candid picture of him or anything. Although that would have been a good idea.
“So you keep me next to you at night. Fuck, Mackenzie if you thought you were getting away from me before, you’re out of luck. I’m never letting you go.” Good, I don’t want him to ever get rid of me. The man has no idea how crazy I am about him. There are no words for my obsession and ultimate desire to be with Simon.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
Simon pounces on me, enclosing his arms around my body and pinning me to the bed with his thick cock grinding on my pussy. I shiver as his hard tip goes up and down my covered pussy. I can barely breathe when he kisses me. The man makes me forget the most basic of involuntary functions.
“Be quiet, Dash and I’ll make you come right here,” he breathes against my cheek. I hold back a moan when his hand dips lower and under my clothes, strumming my clit. Simon’s mouth slams hard on mine as he works my pussy until I’m screaming into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re lucky that you’re sore. I love the way you cry out my name.” He rubs his cock granite-hard against my hip.
“My mouth isn’t tired one bit.” I shove him back onto the mattress and grab his belt, tugging it free. Once I have his cock in my hands I don’t hesitate. I’ve waited months, fantasized about this moment. I slide down off the edge and then suck his cock into my mouth like I envisioned. God, can I get addicted to this? Stroking his length as I work a few inches, but he’s so thick that my innocent mouth isn’t prepared.