Keys To My Cuffs (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 4) (6 page)

I was giving all the ‘fuck me’ signals right now, and he was afraid that if he pushed, I would freak. However, he couldn’t be more wrong.

I wanted him more than I wanted my next cup of coffee. More than I wanted the chocolate fudge cookies sitting on my kitchen counter.

More than I didn’t want him and that was saying something.

Cops, as a whole, were a no-no for me, but my mind, as I said, wasn’t working right today.

Sure, tomorrow I’d probably have my freak out...but right now, I just wanted him more than my next breath.

“Yes,” I answered his unspoken question.

With that cleared up, he started ripping my clothes off.

First, my shirt was yanked over my head; then my spandex capri pants were yanked down my legs, along with my underwear.

Then my bra was yanked roughly down, and I was pushed backwards on the bed.

“I’ve wanted to lick this pretty pussy since I saw it last night. Jesus Christ, you sure do know how to tease,” he growled against my stomach.

Then he descended, and rocked my world.

His talented tongue was put to use once again as he dove straight for gold. He shoved his stiffened tongue into my wet center, allowing his nose to work the swollen nub of my clit.

My hands clawed desperately for something to hold on to. They found not his hair, but the chain around his neck, and I pulled.

He growled. The sound vibrating up my sensitive folds to center along the hyper sensitized bud, and I started climbing.

Sensing my need, he snaked his hands up the inside of my thighs.

One held the lips of my sex open, while the other went to my entrance, and two fingers lodged deeply inside of me, making my body arch.

A scream lodged in my throat, and my body bowed.

There was something so sexy about him. He was so utterly focused on me, keeping his mouth firmly occupied with my flesh, instead of talking in general. I found it wholly captivating.

Loki’s attention to detail was exquisite.

My hips ground against his thrusting fingers, and I worked my hips in time with his thrusts.

Two fingers turned to three, and my release hit me like a 900-pound hammer. It slammed into me so hard that I physically jolted, causing his fingers to enter me so hard that I screamed in pleasure.

My core clamped down on those fingers, and I gasped for air as the orgasm tore through me, obliterating every single goddamned wall I’d ever put up to protect myself.

“God,” Loki said.

I opened my eyes, unaware that I’d even closed them, and gasped once again at the look in his eyes.

His fingers slipped from my pussy with a wet sound, and he lifted them to his mouth
, licking every one clean.
Individually.
Slowly.

I moaned.

Then he started stripping his clothes.

First his shirt, then his belt.

His belt hit the bedside table with a thump, and I froze at the sound of his heavy gun hitting the wood of the table.

But he quickly recaptured my attention when he started unbuttoning his black pants before letting them fall to the ground.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Or if he was, he took them off at the same time, because as soon as his dick cleared the confines, he sprung free.

His dick was large, thick, and pulsating.

The crown was thick and purple, and the shaft was a ruddy red with thick, pulsing veins running up the length.

It looked mean and angry, and I longed to get my lips around it.

He, on the other hand, had other ideas.

With a quick flick, he opened his wallet, stuck his finger in between the folds, and removed a black foiled packet, which he tore open with his teeth.

He blew the piece of foil he’d ripped off the package away with a quick breath, and used his nimble fingers to remove the circle
of latex from its sheath. Quickly, he rolled it on in jerky, stiff movements. He had to stop and start over twice as he looked at me, but my eyes were all for his big dick.

Finally getting it on correctly, he stalked towards the bed, and crawled up between my thighs, giving me most of his weight.

His neck was at my eye level, and his cock was lined up with my wet slit.

He rocked back and forth slowly, allowing the length of him to become coated in my juices.

Moving my eyes from the thin white line around his neck to his eyes, I found them staring at me in question.

With a nod of my head, he withdrew until the meaty head of his cock was lined up with my entrance.

With a slow push, he started entering me.

Once he got an inch in, he slowly pulled back and then started forging forward again.

He repeated this four more times until he was seated fully inside of me.

The large globes of his balls were snuggled up tight against my ass and his thick cock had me so filled that I didn’t know where I started and he began.

“You fill me up,” I whispered against his neck.

My lips met the raised line of his scar, and I snuck my tongue out and traced the line with the wet heat of it.

He growled savagely before pulling out fully, and then slamming back inside.

It was like his nice switch was flipped, and all he had left was the savage beast that had absolutely no control.

He was only there for one thing and one thing only.

Fucking.

He fucked me into the wall, literally.

In fact, he filled me in ways that usually required batteries.

And I l fucking loved it.

With each thrust of his hips, I moved inches at a time up the bed until I was so far up that he grabbed me by the hips and pinned me against the wall.

My back hit the cool drywall with a thump, and I wrapped my legs around him and took his cock, relishing in the roughness that I’d never once experienced before.

It was perfect.

Everything I never knew I wanted.

He grunted with each snap of his hips, but he wasn’t a talker. He was a doer, and I was okay with that.

Grabbing a hold of his badge, which incidentally was still around his neck, I pulled him forward until his mouth crashed against mine.

His tongue thrust into my mouth in the same rhythm his cock took my pussy.

Hard and fast. Punishing.

At one point, I could no longer take not breathing anymore and I threw my head back, disengaging our mouths.

“Come with me,” he panted as he changed the cant of his hips. Now, it was rubbing against that secret place inside of me that no one had ever found before, and I was lost.

My eyes squeezed shut tightly and the moan that was in my throat bubbled out in a strangled scream as my pussy clamped down on his cock.

I came.
Hard.

Starbursts clouded my vision as shocks ran down my spine.

My orgasm triggered Loki’s, and he started thrusting inside of me frantically.

Long, deep, hard pushes that pinned me to the wall, and prolonged my orgasm.

With three long grunts, he froze, tossed his head back, and came, too.

It was mesmerizing to watch.

His head was tossed back, allowing the cords of his neck to strain. Veins popped out on his arms, neck, and chest.

The sweat that was dripping off his chest became my own, as he dropped his elbows onto the wall on either side of my head. Which also pushed his cock deep inside of me, causing another burst of pleasure to tear through me.

“Oh, God,” I whispered against his hair.

He grunted, and lifted his head up until he was looking into my eyes.

“I’ve dreamt of that. But my dreams couldn’t compare. Not even close,” he admitted softly, before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.

When his half hard cock slipped from my heat, I felt bereft, and I instantly wanted him back inside me.

His mouth close gently over mine before he let my legs go, then slowly lowered me to the bed.

My knees hit, and he slowly backed away until he was standing.

He looked around, noticing that I didn’t have a master bath, and grimaced.

“You can put the condom in the waist paper basket right there,” I indicated with my finger the small mesh bucket in the corner of the room.

His hands went down to his cock, and he pulled the condom off carefully before tying it off and dropping the condom in the basket before turning back to me.

“I’d like to stay with you, but my dog’s been cooped up inside for three quarters of the day. You wanna come over and let
him
out with me, and then stay at my place?”
He asked hopefully.

I opened my mouth, but I was interrupted by my big-mouthed brother yelling.

“Hey,” Andrew yelled. “The back door won’t shut and the water’s leaking in again.”

My eyes closed and opened again.

Now that he’d mentioned it, I now heard the rain that was raging down around us.

Storms never went unnoticed by me; ever since my mother’s death, I had a hard time staying calm during a storm unless I was distracting myself.

Loki’s distraction was perfect. So perfect that I hadn’t even heard it start, and it was a doozy.

“You wanna go out my window?” I laughed.

A smile lit up his face. “Yeah, actually I do. My door’s unlocked and it’s less of a run from here to there rather than my front window to yours.”

Walking to my window, I lifted it up and swept my arm in a Vanna White gesture.

He grinned devilishly, gathered up his belongings, and backed me up until I was against the wall. In a very familiar position.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said against my lips.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and hope started taking root in my brain.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“Sleep tight,” he said before giving me another kiss.

“You, too.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he teased, before disappearing out of my window, and then diving into his own.

“Goodnight, handsome!” I yelled.

The next night I was surprised to find my room not empty.

It was filled with a man in jeans, boots, and a leather biker vest that had a scary woman on it.

Loki was laying on his stomach with my pillow in a ball under his head.

My owl pillow that I slept with curled in my arms was pressed to his chest by one arm, and he had his face buried in the softness.

“Hey,” I whispered.

It was three in the morning, and I’d just gotten off from work.

I’d thought about him all day, and I couldn’t express how freakin’ happy I was to find him in my room after he’d been a no show this morning and afternoon.

His eyes lifted, and he stared at me blearily.

“Come ‘ere,” he said huskily.

Stripping off my clothes that smelled like embalming fluid, I crawled into bed in only my panties and bra.

He opened his arms for me, and I curled into his embrace, sinking into his warmth.

“I need to talk to you,” he said quietly.

My head turned, and I watched him with concerned eyes. “What is it?”

“I never meant for this to happen,” he said roughly.

I froze before I pushed on his chest to get away from him.

He tightened his arms on me.

“Shhh,” he said. “Sit still for a minute, please.”

I calmed, but only barely.

“I told you last night that I was in the middle of an investigation. But I wanted to let you know that, starting in the morning, I won’t be able to be seen with you.”

His words froze the air in my lungs, and tears pricked my eyes.

“If you didn’t want me, then why did you fuck me last night?” I snarled, pushing against his chest again.

“Stop it,” he snapped back, freezing my protests.

I stopped, and looked up into his eyes.

They were filled with worry and despair.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I have to give my testimony at Varian Strong’s trial. And until I do that, I want you to understand why I’m staying away from you,” he said softly, pulling me closer into his chest.

I laid my head down against the cool leather of his vest and waited for him to continue explaining.

He didn’t disappoint.

“He has some powerful friends. Friends that I don’t want you mixed up with. If he thinks he can stop me from testifying, he’ll use everything and anything in his power to
do it,” he said jaggedly.

“Okay,” I agreed. “For how long?”

Did I sound needy?

Before last night, I hadn’t believed in love, but over the past few months, I’d certainly fallen off that wagon.

I was hopelessly in love with this man.

He’d mowed my lawn, saved me from an asthma attack, and I had a sneaking suspicion he’d been the one to replace the exhaust in my car, but I hadn’t been able to prove it.

He’d talked with me, watched me, allowed me to watch him, and had been a very charming man.

I hadn’t realized it at the time, but all it took was the threat of losing him to make me realize what was being taken from me.

“I’ll still live next door. Still visit you in the night when I can. But any other time, I’m going to act like I don’t know you. It’s only for two months,” he said.

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, as well as me, and he wasn’t doing a good job with either.

“Okay,” I said brokenly.

“I promise, I’ll come back,” he said gruffly.

“Okay,” was all I could think to say.

“Don’t give up on me,” he demanded as he took a hold of my face.

I blinked slowly, and then nodded. “I’ll try.”

“You will.”

“I will,” I lied.

Sadly, after that night, I didn’t see much more of Loki other than the random night here and there. Which only goes to show that I shouldn’t trust a cop...right?

Beards. Good for more than just decoration.

-T-shirt

Channing

Present time

“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look so good.” Brittany asked me.

I shrugged, unwilling to admit that I’d been fighting a losing battle for the past three months. Especially not to her since she was so goddamned worried about me.