Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I bite my lip, and my toes curl as he thrusts inside me. Our lips touch, and our eyes stay locked as we fuck. I feel words on the tip of my tongue. Words that I never thought I would want to say to Asher. I force the words to stay down. I will not say them. I will not feel them.

I feel my orgasm take over, and it helps to keep down any words or feelings other than complete bliss. I come, and Asher comes as we are locked together.

Asher keeps looking at me after we both have come. His eyes look intense as he looks at me. He opens his mouth to speak but doesn’t say anything either.

I hold my breath, waiting to see if he is going to say anything or not. I need him to say it and don’t want him to say anything at the same time. Because, if he says anything, then everything will change.

A rattling at the door forces air into my lungs again. Asher pulls out of me and sits up while pulling his pants up. I jerk my dress down and look around for the cause of the noise. Most likely, I’m guessing that it is nothing more than a bird or something that hit his window.

But, by the look of terror on Asher’s face, it’s much more than just a bird. He stares out the passenger window. I sit up just as Asher rolls down his window.

“Hello, Officer,” Asher says to the police officer standing outside the door.

I straighten up in my seat and try to remain calm, but I’m too afraid that the police officer just saw what we were doing and is about to arrest us for indecent exposure.

“Are you the owner of this vehicle?” the officer asks.

“Yes,” Asher answers.

“Can I see your license and registration?”

Asher reaches into his pocket and pulls out his license.

“The registration is in the glove compartment,” I say.

Asher slowly opens the glove compartment and pulls the papers out. He hands them all to the officer.

He quickly looks at the papers and then says to Asher, “Please step out of the car, sir.”

Asher begins to step out of the car.

I stay frozen, not sure what I’m supposed to do.

“Asher Calder, you are under arrest,” the officer says as he handcuffs him.

Shit.

I jump out of the truck, not thinking, and run over to them.

“What is he under arrest for?” I ask as I look Asher in his eyes, preparing myself to get arrested next.

“For stealing the truck,” the officer says before walking Asher to the back of his cruiser and pushing him inside.

“What? The truck isn’t stolen. I was the one who purchased it. It was a birthday gift. If you arrest anyone, it should be me! You have to let him go!”

I look at Asher sitting in the backseat of the cruiser, but he doesn’t seem surprised at all to be arrested. In fact, he won’t even look at me. He just looks straight ahead.

“Ma’am, I need you to step back,” the officer says.

“You have it wrong. You shouldn’t arrest him. I’ll have him out tonight. You have to let him go.”

The police officer shakes his head. “I can’t do that. I have a warrant for his arrest. Do you have a way to get home, ma’am? Because I can’t let you back inside the vehicle. It’s now evidence.”

“I’ll get home just fine,” I say, folding my arms across my chest in frustration.

This doesn’t make sense at all. The truck isn’t stolen. It must be a mistake or a mix-up.

The police officer climbs into the driver’s seat just as two more police cars show up to take possession of the truck they think is stolen. I wrap my arms tighter across my chest, now feeling far too cold for the warm weather that is summer in Hawaii.