Keys To My Cuffs (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 4) (3 page)

When I was sixteen, I’d been pulled over by what I thought was a cop, and then nearly sexually assaulted. If it wasn’t for some kids from my school hearing me scream, and then coming to investigate, I would’ve been raped.

Ever since, I’d had a deep fear of cops; Cabe was no exception.

I knew it wasn’t a rational fear. I knew the guy who’d done it was only dressed in a costume, but everything that happened left a stain on my sixteen year old soul that told me I couldn’t trust cops. No matter what.

My eyes widened, and my palms dampened. If I looked in a mirror, I’m sure my pupils would be dilated as well.

Cabe took in my reaction to him, just like he always did, and stayed far away from me. He knew how uncomfortable I was with him, and that was what made my reaction to him seem so stupid. I knew deep down that he’d never hurt me, but my rational mind and my logical mind didn’t seem to connect at times.

“H-hi, Mr. Warren,” I said, putting the table and the dead girl between us.

He smiled sadly at me. “Hello, Channing. How are you today, sweetheart?”

I shrugged. “I’m okay.”

His mouth kicked up at the corner, transforming his hard face from granite to a softness I didn’t often see in him. “You look kind of like crap.”

I laughed; I couldn’t help it.

Not many men were so candidly open with women. I liked a man who wasn’t afraid of a woman going off on him when he told her she looked like crap.

“Cabe!” Brittany chastised. “You don’t tell a woman she looks like crap!”

He chuckled. “Sorry.”

He didn’t sound very sorry, but that was okay. I liked a man with balls.

“It’s okay. I had an asthma attack a couple of days ago. The old allergies are kicking up again since it started raining so much. Not to mention spring is right around the corner,” I told them.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Cabe asked his wife.

She smiled dreamily at him, making me long for someone to look at me like that, and walked into his arms. “Yep. I am.”

“Bye you two. Have a good date night.” I told them.

After they relayed their goodbyes, I got back to work, spending my night with the peace and quiet of the dead.

If you think a minute goes by fast, you’ve never had a transvestite try to strangle you with a coat hanger because you called him sir.

-Life lesson

Loki

“Anything new?” My boss, Cabe Warren, asked me.

I stepped up to my blinds and flicked them open with two fingers, peering out at the dangerous neighborhood.

“No. He came to the neighbor, but she got in her car and drove off before it got out of hand. The guys a fucking creep,” I growled into my phone.

We all knew that he was dirty; I just hoped he didn’t ‘piss where he slept.’ I didn’t need another complication like the hot woman next door, or her shitty brother. I also didn’t need to worry about my target raping the women in his neighborhood. But I was.

“Have you made contact with him yet?” He asked.

I watched as my neighbor came out with a bucket and the water hose as she got ready to wash her car. Not that the car needed it. It was too rusted out for a wash to make a difference, but she did it every Saturday like clockwork.

“Met him last night when I was walking Lucy,” I confirmed.

Lucy was my three-year-old Rottie. She also thought she was a human, and never met a stranger.

Which chapped my ass when the piece of shit Varian bent down and scratched
my dog with his filth stained hands. I didn’t want those hands anywhere near anything of mine. Inwardly, I was snarling in outrage. Outwardly, seeing the faded jeans that I picked up at the Goodwill, black motorcycle boots, needle marks, shaggy hair, and the stained white t-shirt, he dismissed me as less than dog shit. Which was what I wanted.

I wanted him to think I wasn’t a threat, but more of a...possible business associate.

If he saw the ragged clothes, the shitty house, and the less than stellar car, then maybe he would think I was desperate, and could be bought.

But I couldn’t come on too strong, otherwise he’d be suspicious of my motives.

Instead, I stayed in a house with a foreclosed sign out front, and worked on my truck all day so I could make it look like I had no job and very little ambition.

Then, when I walked into his construction office on Monday morning for my interview, he’d know I was in dire straits.

Hopefully.

“Good,” Cabe said. “I’ve got to get back to work, and so do you. What time’s the interview next week?”

“Monday at nine,” I sighed.

“Good, I’ve had taps put on V.S. Construction’s phones again. Surveillance will start once you get officially hired. Talk to you later,” he hung up.

I’d already gone over it more than once with him,
as well as the rest of the team.
I knew he was worried about me, but there was only so much a man could take.

I’d turned in my resignation before this job even started, and the chief hadn’t accepted it.

I was beyond tired of being someone I wasn’t. I was ready to just be me.
A police officer and a member of The Dixie Wardens.

The Dixie Wardens MC was my home away from home.

When I turned eighteen, I’d joined the Coast Guard and left my hometown of Boca Grande. I lived and breathed the Coast guard for six years before my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Even though she’d reassured me that she didn’t need me, I’d retired and come home to help her with the store she owned. The one she loved with all her heart and soul.

My father had died while serving in Desert Storm when I was nine months old. With the pension my mom received, she opened up her shop,
You Are My
, on the Boardwalk in downtown Boca Grande.

For six months, mom and I worked at the store and kicked cancers’ ass.

Once she’d gotten the all clear, I’d gone into the police academy.

Once out of the academy, I’d moved to Benton, Louisiana where I’d met my best friend, Killian ‘Trance’ Spurlock.

Trance and I both prospected with the local MC because of our love of bikes. From there, we’d become brothers and best friends.

Now, the only thing missing was my mom, but she’d never leave her store, and I’d never leave my club.

A knock at my door startled me, and I realized I’d been watching my neighbor wash her car so long that she was now done and nowhere to be seen.

Flicking the blinds back down, I walked to the door, and looked out the peephole. Startled, I yanked the door open to find my neighbor on the porch looking anything but comfortable.

“Hey,” she said softly. “I just wanted to thank you for mowing my lawn.”

Surprise had me blinking at her. Huh, I hadn’t expected her to realize who’d done it, let alone come over and thank me.

I’d done it as soon as she’d left for work last night, all the while shooting ‘die-fucker’ glares at the man sitting on his ass playing video games.

“You’re welcome,” I rumbled. “You looked like shit yesterday; I just wanted to make sure you didn’t up and die. I didn’t want to have the police all over our neighborhood or anything.”

I’d been teasing of course, but at first she didn’t look like she’d caught on until she found the corner of my mouth tipped up in laughter.

“Yeah, nobody wants a cop here,” she said forcefully before she visibly shuddered.

The certainty in her
voice made me tip my head to the side. Why she was so adamant about that was dum
bfounding to me. Did she not like cops?

Uh-oh.

“Got a thing against cops?” I asked as I leaned against my door jam.

“No,” she said a little too quickly. “Gotta go, my foundation guy is here.”

Then she fairly sprinted away, running as fast as her legs would carry her.

I watched her ass jiggle as she ran, and was surprised to find myself not only erect, but rock-fucking-solid.

Closing the door to my house, I stripped out of my shirt and walked to my shower, clothes dropping off as I went.

I bypassed the boxes that were still packed at the side of my room and walked into the bathroom.

Shucking my jeans, I kicked them off to the corner of the room and cranked the water as high as it would go before stepping under the cold spray.

It was when my head was lathered fully with shower gel that I heard the rumble of pipes causing me to curse. I was fucking late. My mind had been on other things while I should’ve
been getting ready. We had a run planned tonight, and I was going to hold us up if I didn’t hurry.

Washing off quickly, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist before jogging to the door.

Yanking the door opened, I walked outside, unsurprised to find six bikes in my driveway.

Stepping down onto the first step, I yelled, “Give me ten! Let me throw some clothes on.”

They raised their hands, acknowledging that they’d heard me as they all crowded around my ‘Cuda and checked out the new headers I’d put on that morning.

As I turned, movement caught my eye causing me to look up.

My eyes collided with those of my neighbors and held.

It seemed like long moments passed as we both stared at each other.

Finally, the worker that was checking out her foundation broke our staring contest, allowing me to dash into the house. I threw the towel on the edge of my bed and shoved my feet into jeans that I found in a box serving as my dresser. The search for a clean t-shirt took longer, but nonetheless, I found one and slipped it over my head before dawning my colors.

My Dixie Wardens MC cut.

Finding socks and shoes, I walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling on my socks before attaching my ankle holster that was already holding my compact .45.

Then I buckled my boots, tied the shoelaces, swiped on some deodorant and dashed out of the house. Heading straight for my bike, I straddled it, kicked the kickstand up, and started it with a roar.

Although it was drowned out by the sound of six other Harleys starting right alongside me.

The last thing I saw as we pulled out into the street was the dismayed eyes of my neighbor as she watched me ride away.

Which made me wonder, was it because I was in a MC, or because she didn’t want to see me go?

I want to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane.

-E-card

Channing

4 months later

I needed sex.

If I didn’t get some sex soon, I’d die. For sure.

My eyes wandered over to the house next door, and I watched, for the fifth night in a row, as the man masturbated in front of his window.

The sad thing was that he didn’t even know what kind of erotic show he was giving me.

He had curtains for Christ’s sakes. Why did they become so sheer at night?

With the back lighting of the light, all I had to do was sit on my bed, stare forward, and I had a perfect real time movie of the man in silhouette as he worked his hard cock.

Fuck, but I could even see it when he came. How was that even possible?

And tonight, here I was laying out on my bed, naked, and masturbating to the sight of it.

I was a sick fucker.

Even more, it was almost fate that he’d wait until so late at night to do it. I mean, it was three in the morning for Christ’s sake.

Did the man ever sleep?

He’d started going to work during the day now, and I was only able to see him early in the
morning or late in the evening. Though,
he was always working on that car until it was late, even if he worked that day. So late that he had to use a light. And I could see it for hours.

Tonight was different though. He’d had to bail out early due to the storm, which put him in his room earlier than he ever got there. His window was open, just like mine was.

And the storm was going strong.

Which was why when the wind gusted, the window treatment on the man’s window blew back causing him to look over quickly.

And in that instant, the curtains stayed parted, our eyes connected, and I knew he saw me masturbating along with him. The smile told me everything.

He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he got closer. He was so close to the curtains that I could’ve thrown the dildo I was masturbating with at him and struck him with it.

Not that I would have. He probably would’ve kept it in retaliation, but still. He was so close that I could swear he heard my labored breathing.

Our hands worked on our bodies in unison. I watched him work himself faster and faster, moving his hand so quick down his hard length that it was a blur.

My eyes threatened to close as my orgasm became imminent, but I fought it. I didn’t want to miss a second of this show.

Moments later, my orgasm blasted over me.

My nipples tightened to hard peaks, and goose bumps broke out over my skin, despite the muggy air. Lightening shot down my spine and centered in my pussy as I shoved the dildo inside me even harder, prolonging the
release that was rocking my body.

His hoarse shout had me snapping my eyes open to watch as his hand worked his own orgasm out of his dick, jetting hot spurts of semen into his hand.

His eyes looked over to mine as he watched me slowly pull out the purple dildo, and he smiled before letting the curtain go once more.

It was then that I realized he’d seen me come, and I’d seen him do the same.

He’d moved the curtain.

Holy shit.

His dick was huge.

Holy shit.

Now I was horny all over again.

Fuck.

The note on my car, before I left for work, had me blushing so hard that I felt lightheaded.

‘WAS IT AS GOOD FOR YOU AS IT WAS FOR ME?—LOKI’
.

The handwriting was in all caps, and had a slight lean to the right, and I knew instantly whom it was from.

My neighbor.

Loki.

At least I had his name now.

Loki...the biker. The very big, scary biker who belonged to a biker gang.